<?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-19614939</id><updated>2011-08-12T22:04:52.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy's Nest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-8519168407938686008</id><published>2010-11-12T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:15:14.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oops, need to do some explanations to my previous post since I got messages and calls asking me what really happened. So sorry to have made u all 'moong cha cha'. :P Actually I was not angry but just very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was just voicing to what I saw and think which weren’t right. The 'she' is my girl’s HM who retired the other day. Just becos the HM was a 'lembik' one, who didnt' really know how to organise things in school, depended very much on her staff, 'they' played on her in the morning during the school’s gathering by wearing black (full black – skirt or pants and shirts, dress!), actually not all of 'them' wore black - not the sensible ones. U see, it was so obvious when 'they' stood together - all in black. Even some of the students were asking why 'they' were dressed in black dat day. They were so many HMs from various schools and what do u think they were thinking then? Not a very nice sight, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, out of 21 staff, only 7 attended. The HM tried to call a few but reasons were like – not feeling well, stomachache (which I’m sure were excuses, obvious what, rite?). Maybe a couple were not really feeling well, ok, excuses acceptable but feeling not well at the same time? Something fishy, isn't it? They attended the school’s other dinner 2 weeks ago, what have u to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was rite by saying at least show a little respect since it was the HM’s last day in the school, moreover, it was oso her birthday. By the way, there were so many HMs from other schools and we (PIBG members, directors of the school, old school students’ committee) heard ‘whispers whispers’ (of course no good ones) from them. Even the former HM ‘shoke her head’ and said they shouldn’t behave and acted like dat. Sad case and what a disgraceful scene, isn't it? …. sigh … Reputation of the school has gone down the drain just becos of a few bad apples ... sigh ... sigh ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really in favour of the HM too BUT don’t like is don’t like, respect is still respect. Honestly, I do feel sorry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the next HM will be a stern one and ‘can take control’ the school. &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/19614939-8519168407938686008?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/8519168407938686008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=8519168407938686008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8519168407938686008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8519168407938686008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2010/11/explaination.html' title='Explaination'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-6617334156642484165</id><published>2010-11-10T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:08:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I’ve something on my mind and it has been disturbing me since yesterday night. I’ve to let it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, yesterday, and still am today, very disappointed and sad over an incident where people (whom I respect), somehow or rather, don’t show or know how to respect. We teach our children (from young) to respect, to be well-mannered and to behave. Teachers, on the other hand, do their part to teach students to respect, to be well-mannered and to behave, right? U respect others, u’ll be respected in return, right? Even though I don’t like somebody but will, at least, respect her/him when I have to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask these people, weren’t u all a bit too much yesterday morning and night? In the eyes of observers (esp. the respectful people from other schools), very obviously, 'she' was not happy, they can see and know dat u all did it on purpose. What if u were in 'her' shoes? What if u, somehow, have the opportunity to be of service in their school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She' tried to call some of u but what (lame) excuses did u all give her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone attended the dinner tried ways to make her happy. In a way, I felt sorry for 'her'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who were the people in disgrace? Do show a little respect when u need to do so, okay!?&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/19614939-6617334156642484165?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/6617334156642484165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=6617334156642484165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6617334156642484165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6617334156642484165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-disappointed.html' title='Sad, Disappointed.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4972698417316361283</id><published>2009-11-25T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:35:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school and Prize Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwviarOwQpI/AAAAAAAABrA/FiX7s9w0r3A/s1600/Song.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, 20th November saw the last day of school for the year 2009. Ooooo...... time passed so fast and it was like yesterday my girl started going to Std. 1 and now she had finished Year 1. Recalling of her crying for the 1st 6 months every morning when she reaches school gives me the shudders. I was sitting down here and trying to retrieve what I did during the past months. *blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Des need not go to school but as there was no one to look after her for me, I had to drag her along to attend the Prize Presentation and Farewell Bidding for the Std. 6 students organised by the school. Yup, as a PIBG member, I was invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Dr. Loh the previous nite to see whether I could 'tumpang' his car. I was in luck, he wanted to attend too, not becos he was a PIBG member but his daughter, Christine, was one of the prize winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at about 6.45 a.m. and after sending Fanny off to work in HUKM, we reached the school at about 7.10 a.m. (no jams at all) and had to wait until 8 a.m. before we were ushered into the school's 'mini' community hall. Hopefully the new 2-storey building with the community hall will be ready before the school reopens next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Des, she was the only Std. 1 student, besides the 3 prize winners from her class, who went to school dat day. She refused to sit with her seniors and started to cry and I had to let her sit with me. &lt;strong&gt;She cried the first day and &lt;/strong&gt;(who would have thought she would cry) &lt;strong&gt;the last day of school.&lt;/strong&gt; *duh* *shakes head* .... sigh .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407569233447279058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLkTn02dI/AAAAAAAABqw/-6EjrVsI63g/s400/3-brilliant-students-of-Class-1S.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3 brilliant students from Des's class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey Yap, Thong Kai Wen&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Christine Loh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407569045973266514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLZZOicFI/AAAAAAAABqg/axOi_sK_oN8/s400/Stage.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568965863301490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLUuy1YXI/AAAAAAAABqY/yHlCYa2vA8I/s400/Trophies.jpg" /&gt; The Trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568802364490962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLLNtrhNI/AAAAAAAABqI/Y51EdFrsXfU/s400/Prize-winners.jpg" /&gt;The Prize winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568733902012738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLHOq9AUI/AAAAAAAABqA/wAbEUK_fz2Y/s400/School-leavers.jpg" /&gt; The school leavers (Std. 6 students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568884405239154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLP_Vt_XI/AAAAAAAABqQ/_VzY1KXwy18/s400/Christine.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Christine receiving her prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLCIvZ9wI/AAAAAAAABp4/o2KbRCMod4o/s1600/Model-student-(co-curiculum).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568646410729218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLCIvZ9wI/AAAAAAAABp4/o2KbRCMod4o/s400/Model-student-(co-curiculum).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Model student from Co-curriculum category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568583377407314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuK-d7FzVI/AAAAAAAABpw/1XHd-GIgdpY/s400/Model-student-(girl).jpg" /&gt;Model Student (Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl (Uncle's Ooi's grand-daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407567180371299666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJszUXjVI/AAAAAAAABpo/Cu7lek7xbAk/s400/Model-student-(boy).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Model Student (Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were entertained performances by the students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJmRmJDpI/AAAAAAAABpg/bXXpSw_mqoo/s1600/YoYo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407567068239826578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJmRmJDpI/AAAAAAAABpg/bXXpSw_mqoo/s400/YoYo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJd381YCI/AAAAAAAABpY/EThKKp1JoNs/s1600/Percussion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407566923916730402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJd381YCI/AAAAAAAABpY/EThKKp1JoNs/s400/Percussion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The School's Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJYv4E6XI/AAAAAAAABpQ/UpVdLe8Wbhc/s1600/Organ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407566835849947506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJYv4E6XI/AAAAAAAABpQ/UpVdLe8Wbhc/s400/Organ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solo Organ player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJTHQg85I/AAAAAAAABpI/LvR8l8Of_1A/s1600/Dance-by-school-leavers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407566739047248786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJTHQg85I/AAAAAAAABpI/LvR8l8Of_1A/s400/Dance-by-school-leavers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwviarOwQpI/AAAAAAAABrA/FiX7s9w0r3A/s1600/Song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407664725497496210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwviarOwQpI/AAAAAAAABrA/FiX7s9w0r3A/s400/Song.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dance, a short humorous sketch (Modern Cinderella)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a song rendered by the school leavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJKfY-CpI/AAAAAAAABpA/rFGldIXDgck/s1600/Hand-shaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407566590906337938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJKfY-CpI/AAAAAAAABpA/rFGldIXDgck/s400/Hand-shaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handshaking moments to bid Bye-bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the Std. 6 pupils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a 'heavy heart' and sad scene.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of the students and teachers&lt;br /&gt;were trying to hold back their tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJGPNKK_I/AAAAAAAABo4/xSiRB4sLniE/s1600/Winners-1S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407566517842357234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuJGPNKK_I/AAAAAAAABo4/xSiRB4sLniE/s400/Winners-1S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1ST, 2ND AND 3RD PLACING OF CLASS 1 S, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL&lt;br /&gt;THE PRIZE WINNERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4972698417316361283?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4972698417316361283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4972698417316361283&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4972698417316361283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4972698417316361283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-day-of-school-and-prize.html' title='Last day of school and Prize Presentation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SwuLkTn02dI/AAAAAAAABqw/-6EjrVsI63g/s72-c/3-brilliant-students-of-Class-1S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-5789744271856673106</id><published>2009-11-10T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:33:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee's school celebrated Children's Day on 30th October, 2009. There were a few events - Clown &amp;amp; Fan dance, Percussion, Wushu, individual performances – strumming of the guitar + singing, violin playing and games. Des participated in two of the events - Clown + Fan Dance and Feeding a bottle of drink to a classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfinOIAsFI/AAAAAAAABmw/skTJGaRmcNo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035441488670802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfinOIAsFI/AAAAAAAABmw/skTJGaRmcNo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't she look funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hat was so big dat 2 clips were needed to pin it in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or ..... hmmmm ..... her head's too small? (hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfijdSSkgI/AAAAAAAABmo/y_GKUlTJTiU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035376838840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfijdSSkgI/AAAAAAAABmo/y_GKUlTJTiU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des and her classmates waiting for the 'Feeding Drink' game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The kids were so excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfifSVR8aI/AAAAAAAABmg/JmmuyElAxWg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035305179115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfifSVR8aI/AAAAAAAABmg/JmmuyElAxWg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Des 'feeding' Kai Wen. &lt;em&gt;(Picture courtesy of Teacher Gooi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des said she likes Kai Wen *roll eyes* *sweats*.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfiaLKuAHI/AAAAAAAABmY/h2mXI7CcSsQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402035217356423282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfiaLKuAHI/AAAAAAAABmY/h2mXI7CcSsQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The class's decorations and the yummy yummy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;brought by the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was a Children's Day cake and Gift Packs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfiAZwHBZI/AAAAAAAABmA/JopZ2-B-6f0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034774594749842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfiAZwHBZI/AAAAAAAABmA/JopZ2-B-6f0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfh7hc9-pI/AAAAAAAABl4/EZ37s6tJ0io/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034690762603154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfh7hc9-pI/AAAAAAAABl4/EZ37s6tJ0io/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids enjoying to the games of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Passing the Balloons around' and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'大风吹' (Blowing of the Wind) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfh1QYFTGI/AAAAAAAABlw/uw0m1AfaHDc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034583099493474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfh1QYFTGI/AAAAAAAABlw/uw0m1AfaHDc/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Musical Chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfhwu_q5vI/AAAAAAAABlo/q6E1t1PjNoo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034505419253490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svfhwu_q5vI/AAAAAAAABlo/q6E1t1PjNoo/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The kids munching away and enjoying the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were so much food, expected by Teacher Gooi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dat the kids were asked to bring along containers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to 'tar pau' the food back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfhskWN_QI/AAAAAAAABlg/XFRR5544miU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034433841560834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfhskWN_QI/AAAAAAAABlg/XFRR5544miU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get together and SMILEEEEEEE .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The drawing on the white board was drawn by their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Art teacher, Teacher Loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hats were made by the kids during Art class taught by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher Loo too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfhoF7HLeI/AAAAAAAABlY/LSZip0TiVic/s1600-h/9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402034356955327970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfhoF7HLeI/AAAAAAAABlY/LSZip0TiVic/s400/9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another pic by the 'mischievous students' of Class 1 S with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;their class teacher, Teacher Gooi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BM teacher, Cikgu Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was as if the kids were still in kindergarten and I'm sure they enjoyed themselves very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They have the full attention from the teachers and every student has a chance in participating, be it in competitions or games. Dat's the privilege of being in a 'small' school (heehee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmOML1OKI/AAAAAAAABnQ/prP8tAsdvzQ/s1600-h/Class-1-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320884494317730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmOML1OKI/AAAAAAAABnQ/prP8tAsdvzQ/s400/Class-1-S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS PHOTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chang Shiau Huei, Joey Kok, Ally Cheah &lt;em&gt;(Monitor)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey Au, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christine Loh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher Gooi, Joyce Yap, Yap Hoi Sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chang Pei Shan, Destinee Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pang Kah Lok, Vernon Choo, Kenny Loh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thong Kai Wen &lt;em&gt;(Asst. Monitor)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tham Yue Shuen, Ong Yuan Hung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thomas Loh, Kong Weng Yin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leong Ying Hung, Nicholas Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmIG-g_cI/AAAAAAAABnI/-Kl45a0UfL4/s1600-h/Class-1-S-cheeky-poses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320780017073602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmIG-g_cI/AAAAAAAABnI/-Kl45a0UfL4/s400/Class-1-S-cheeky-poses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pic and I love these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mischievous yet cute little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure they would have sometimes made their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teachers 'puke blood' and would like to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cekik' them. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmA-Q71jI/AAAAAAAABnA/g-mO49MyjEQ/s1600-h/Chinese-Calligraphy-Club-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320657419327026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvjmA-Q71jI/AAAAAAAABnA/g-mO49MyjEQ/s400/Chinese-Calligraphy-Club-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svjl52snyzI/AAAAAAAABm4/CIwrSeMAjEw/s1600-h/Dance-Club-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320535128886066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Svjl52snyzI/AAAAAAAABm4/CIwrSeMAjEw/s400/Dance-Club-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-5789744271856673106?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/5789744271856673106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=5789744271856673106&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5789744271856673106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5789744271856673106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/11/childrens-day-2009.html' title='Children&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SvfinOIAsFI/AAAAAAAABmw/skTJGaRmcNo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-2021447512276511869</id><published>2009-10-22T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:47:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pappy finally went to see a psychiatrist and is on medication at the moment. He needs a lot of rest and must not be too stressful and he can't even lift heavy stuffs or walk fast (his heart will start 'thumping'). He can sleep well and appetite is okay now. He still has this phobia of being 'out of breath'. He really needs time to recuperate from the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite busy lately. I'm back in the office helping Pappy with most of the work esp. carrying piles of printed work and there's Des with her homework and final exam (ok, ok, she's only in Std. 1 but still ..........).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what Magictree said, 'we're so lucky dat there are kind souls around'. I'm really blessed to have quite a number of friends, who has been helping me with so many matters, especially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Loh &amp;amp; Fanny&lt;/strong&gt; - who helped me to find and persuade Uncle Ooi to send Des to school early every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Ni&lt;/strong&gt; - who helped me pick Des after school when Pappy cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Hung&lt;/strong&gt; - who helped me out in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elyss, Eugene, Elaine&lt;/strong&gt; (Des's godmother), &lt;strong&gt;Janice, Willy, Pun, Bao Li, Su Chung, Chew Foong, Cathy, Keong, JE, Weng, Kong, Fang &lt;/strong&gt;- calling us every now and then to see if we needed help.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, &lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt; who is ever ready to lend me her ears and imaginary shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the calls, emails and sms from friends and bloggers. Thank u so much again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-2021447512276511869?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/2021447512276511869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=2021447512276511869&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2021447512276511869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2021447512276511869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-1117933090367144797</id><published>2009-09-28T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:53:14.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky 7th lunar month? Stress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was it an &lt;strong&gt;unlucky&lt;/strong&gt; 7th lunar month for us? First, I was hospitalised for viral infection, Pappy was even worse - business not only slowed down, his car broke down after sending Des to school, his specs dropped and was stepped on by somebody and he was in the hospital twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th lunar month on the Chinese calendar is aka the month of the hungry ghost. Friends and relatives believed Pappy 'bumped' into 'dirty things' and dat was why he was so unlucky (or are we being superstituous?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy has gone thru all the necessary medical examinations and even went to pray to the deities in one of the temples recommended by a friend but he still felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in the sense dat there was still something irking him. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he went and prayed to 'change his luck' and not to pray to drive away the dirty things. He still felt there was something bothering him. He called his friend again and off they went to pray to 济公 (aka Jai Gong, Buddha Ji, Master Jhi, Mad Monk ... whatever). The 济公 immediately told Pappy dat he definitely had bumped into dirty things and 'they' were still bothering him. So, the 济公 prayed for Pappy and told him everthing will be okay. Pappy came home, burnt the amulet given by the 济公, into a cup of water, sifted the ashes and drank the water. He was even advised to brush the ashes on his chest (huh?). Well, &lt;strong&gt;he slept soundly dat nite &lt;/strong&gt;(he was snoring the whole nite and surprisingly no tossings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Pappy really disturbed by the supernaturals or was it, he was always thinking he was uncomfortable and dat was what has been stressing him out? After praying, he felt he was protected and feels at ease now. I won't stop him from going to pray if dat will make him feels comfortable and alrite. But after praying in 4 different temples, he's still like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know, I guess it's up to one to believe. Or is it dat everything's not in the rite place since we shifted over to this house and since Des started school or &lt;strong&gt;is Pappy psychologically not well&lt;/strong&gt;? He used to sleep soundly thru the nite but nowadays he'll be awake at least 2-3 times and dat means he doesn't get enough of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My analyses in green: I was hospitalised for viral infection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I ate something not cleaned properly),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pappy was even worse - business not only slowed down &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I guess the whole market's like dat, esp. during this festive season),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his car broke down after sending Des to school &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(oil filter spoilt, time's up after 5 years),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his specs dropped and was stepped on by somebody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(he was careless, he left the specs on a pile of papers and somebody removed the papers without realising the specs was there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he was in the hospital twice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(due to stress). And I'm sure he's having phobia about what happened and dat's why he's not confident in most of the things he does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, his family, friends have been advising him to RELAX but his answer was "it's easy for u all to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has talked about his problems and we'll try our best to solve. He's worried about his business and us, he feels tired easily nowadays, cannot drive or even sit for too long, sometimes no appetite, feels okay at one moment but suddenly will feel uncomfortable/uneasy. I'm trying to find someone to send and fetch Des to and from school. If we are still in our old place, I don't think we'll have the problem cos we have many friends there. I don't know what's really disturbing him? &lt;strong&gt;Should he go and see a pyschiatrist&lt;/strong&gt; (sooner or later I'll be the one going instead :P but no worries, I'm still sane at the moment) &lt;strong&gt;or should we shift back to our old house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeesncookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My MIL called and told me dat a "Mrs. Wong" knows me and would email the details . I was cracking my head who "Mrs. Wong" is. So, u were the Mrs. Wong aka "Leng Jai Ah Ong's" wife whom my MIL was talking about. What a coincidence and a small world! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u so much for recommending the acupunturist to us and I've advised Pappy to go and see her (acupunturist) asap. In the meantime, I still strongly convince him to continue taking his medicine from the doctor and maybe he should go and see a pyschiatrist.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-1117933090367144797?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/1117933090367144797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=1117933090367144797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1117933090367144797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1117933090367144797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/09/unlucky-7th-lunar-month-stress.html' title='Unlucky 7th lunar month? Stress.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4994219054074946092</id><published>2009-09-16T12:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:32:33.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything wrong with her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I went to the school's office to see Des's class teacher, 魏老师。She told me Des doesn't like to answer questions. I was dumbfolded for a while. Then only did I realise what she was trying to tell me. During the recent oral test, Des only got 1 mark out of 5! 魏老师 said she even went to the extent of scaring Des dat if she wouldn't open her mouth to answer, teacher would have to give her a ZERO. Dat would bring her grades down just becos she failed her oral test. *sei hmm sei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魏老师 told me the questions she asked were very simple and general questions, like, "what are u going to do when mommy said she's having stomachache?", "what must u do when mommy cuts her finger?" 魏老师 said Des wouldn't answer. Oops, Std. 1 students have to do this type of oral tests? Those are general knowledge questions, moral questions or what? Oh dear, I think I'm a bit outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl doesn't know how to answer or was she scared or she doesn't know how to answer in Chinese? I know Des is scared of answering questions which she's not sure of. Sometimes I've to assure her dat I won't scold her if she has a wrong answer, only then she'll try. She's a chatterbox in the house but in a crowd, she's the opposite. At home, she's a different person. Sometimes I've to ask her to shut her mouth and I don't want to hear another word from her. She'll be asking this and dat until I get fed up and ordered her to stop else I'll tape her mouth or I'll get the cane (which she's very scared of). But alas, I'll get a moment of silence only ... *boo hoo hoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's with some kids she's not familiar with, she can isolate herself and won't join them in the fun. Yes, she will cling to me like a koala bear or she'll just stand and watch the kids play. She'll only play with her cousins and friends she knows. She's not the friendly and sociable type. I've been trying to let her mix with kids but she doesn't like the idea. She's scared of 'rough' kids too. She will ask "mommy, why are they so 'chou lou'" (rough in Cantonese) ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a mouth like a kerang (clam). She has not, on her own, call "auntie", "uncle". She has been reminded every now and then when she sees my friends, she has to call "auntie" or "uncle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've to brush Des up with not only general knowledge but everything in general. She's so blur blur and I guess she's too dependent on mommy doing things for her and she's scared of doing things on her own for eg. when we were in a restaurant, she wanted to watch the fishes in the aquarium, she would want either Pappy or me to accompany, she just wouldn't go on her own; she wouldn't go to the washroom alone; she wouldn't sleep alone; she wouldn't dare to go any further from us to get things; she's just not independent. Too pampered, spoilt or over-protective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very embarrasing to say dat Des cried for 6 months (yes, almost every day) going to school. She broke the school's record to some one who cried for 3 months. She was okay during the 1st week of school but the ordeal started the following week. She even told me she didn't want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魏老师 did praise Des has improved a lot compared to the first few months when she entered school. She dared not do anything the teacher told her to do and dared not go to the school's office to pay fees, toilet, library, bookshop alone. She always persuade Christine (her best friend who's a very independent girl) to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 魏老师 'forced' her to enter a story telling competition which she refused to take part but after much coaxing from me, she said she would try. I din see how she performed but I know she did her best cos she had been practising hard at home, trying to remember the Chinese characters which I wrote in 'han yu pin yin' for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's quite difficult to deal with kids like mine and I would like to thank 魏老师 for being so patient and tolerant and I really hope the other teachers will be patient and understand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come some kids are so independent and brave? Were they trained or it's in their genes? Pappy and I are not the talkative and sociable type and I'm not the brave type too. Is there anything wrong with my girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4994219054074946092?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4994219054074946092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4994219054074946092&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4994219054074946092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4994219054074946092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-there-anything-wrong-with-her.html' title='Is there anything wrong with her?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4620511324863050279</id><published>2009-09-10T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:38:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Pappy's condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank u so much for everyone's concern over Pappy's condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many friends had so many suggestions - go for tests, check-ups and some even advised him to go and 'pray pray' cos this happens to be the 7th lunar month (ghosts' month) for fear dat he might have 'bumped into' some 'dirty things' up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went thru 2 ECG's (electrocardiogram), blood, urine tests and found nothing was wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion and not to waste time any more, he finally went for a more thorough check-up in Tong Shin hospital. He was 'forced' to go by his youngest brother and sister. I did advise him but he was like 'turning a deaf ear' to me and 'dilly dallying', so I had to text his brother and sister for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart and lungs (and whatever) were x-rayed and results were - there was nothing wrong with him! And there were no blockages of air passages as suspected earlier. The specialist finally found out what was wrong with Pappy. He was over-stressed and had, what was termed as, a &lt;strong&gt;PANIC ATTACK&lt;/strong&gt;! I later checked from the website for panic attack/panic disorder - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000924.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. He had ALL (not one less) of the symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor gave him 'Xanax' (anti-anxiety medicine) for a week. I know what Xanax's for cos I took those pills when I had post-natal blues. His next appointment will be in a week's time. If his condition is still the same, he will need to see a psychiatrist! *crossing my fingers, toes, hairs* I've oredi advised him to relax and forcing him to bed, latest, by 11 p.m. (he normally goes to bed at about 1 a.m. becos of his work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying and hoping everything will be alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: To Ah Bun (BIL) and Janice (SIL),&lt;br /&gt;Thank u so much for heping in advising Pappy. Janice, thank u so much for lending ur chauffeur to drive ur brother to Tong Shin hospital. Actually, I did not wish to worry u, Auntie Ma or Ah Bun but I felt dat I had to inform u all as u are Pappy's closest family.&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/19614939-4620511324863050279?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4620511324863050279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4620511324863050279&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4620511324863050279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4620511324863050279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-pappys-condition.html' title='Update on Pappy&apos;s condition'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-3140505972193461878</id><published>2009-09-07T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:38:27.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Deed and A Close Shave with Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have to jot this down before I forget but I don't think I will forget the latter incident. The two incidents happened in a day but didn't happen to me but to Pappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident was after shopping in Tesco and while we were packing our groceries into the car boot, I noticed a black object on a trolley beside our car. I went to the trolley found dat it was a wallet but dared not touch it. I told Pappy about it and he went and picked it up and found out it had an ID card, driving licence, credit cards and some cash (a ten dollar note and a few RM1 notes) in it and they belonged to a young man. Pappy checked his ID card and found the address was in the same garden as the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Pappy to put it back or to hand it to the guard or to the reception counter for fear dat the owner might be frantically searching for it. Without any consideration, Pappy took the wallet and off we went to in search of the address. He said it was of no use handing the wallet to the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came out of the supermarket on the way to find the address, what caught our eyes was the road sign which we were about to search. We went down the road to find the house number. When we found the house, we saw a couple coming out of the house and Pappy got down from the car and went to enquire from the couple whether anyone lost his wallet. The guy recognised the wallet and told us dat the wallet belonged to his brother and immediately called his brother. I guess the brother din even notice his wallet was missing. After having handed over the wallet to the rightful owner and of course not without the 'thank u, thank u', we went off feeling very satisfied. We 'saved' someone from having the trouble to go thru the reports. A good deed done indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the 2nd very happening incident. Pappy recently had this interest of 'climbing hill' in the forest at the back of our apartment. He usually goes with his friends or Des will tag along with him. Yesterday his friends were busy and his daughter had no interest in tagging along, he decided to go on his own. As I was cooking, I received a call from him and he sounded he was in difficulty. He said he couldn't breathe and felt faint at that moment! Immediately all the 'bad thoughts' came into my mind. He told me to contact our doctor friends, Dr. Loh or Fanny (Christine's parents), to ask them what he should do. I immediately called Fanny but she wasn't sure what I was trying to tell her and she passed my call to her hubby. He said he wasn't sure the situation Pappy was in but he did tell me to advise Pappy to lie down. I called Pappy again but couldn't contact him and I was oredi in tears *blek*. Dr. Loh called me again and told me he was coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dat moment, Su Chung (Pappy's hill climbing companion) called and told me Pappy called him and he said he was going up the hill to find Pappy with his friends. Upon hearing dat, I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing dat help was going to Pappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Loh and Fanny came over and immediately they drove me to the bottom of the hill. Luckily Elyss was around and helped me look after Destinee. I met Su Chung's wife, Chew Foong, who told me a few guys had oredi gone up to find Pappy. These guys were quite familiar with the tracks of the forest. Everyone there was consoling me and I was trying very hard to hold back my tears, not only was I scared and worried but was so heartfelt by the 'warmness' of the people. The sky was getting dark which made my heart thumped faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Loh tried to contact his friends to bring a stretcher cos Pappy couldn't move. Luckily we were able to contact the helpers up the hill and were informed of the situation every now and then. I was informed dat Pappy was conscious but just couldn't move, he had cramps in his hands and felt faint when he tried to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the helpers contacted Pantai Hospital which was the nearest but was told they wouldn't come as they were not specialised in climbing hills *duh*. We had no choice but to contact the Jabatan Bomba dan Penyelamat and later we contacted HUKM where Dr. Loh and Fanny work. I tell u, they were so efficient, they came in about 10 minutes. As there was a gate which separated the road and the hill, the Bomba couldn't come in and Dr. Loh ran all the way out to direct the Bomba the way. A few minutes later, another 'pi po pi po' sound was on the way and dat was the ambulance from HUKM and Dr. Loh got to run all the way out to direct the ambulance again. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few firemen and a paramedic made their way up the hill with the direction of one of the climbers and I waited down the hill with, at dat time, so many people. It was oredi pitch dark when we look up the hill. A few minutes was like a few hours to me! Someone finally came down and told me everything was fine and the firemen were trying to get Pappy down. Everyone there was consoling me not to worry and everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for about, I really didn't know for how long, seemed like ages to me. And suddenly everyone was shouting 'coming down oredi, coming down oredi'! Pappy was carried down on a stretcher and was on drips. Quickly he was transferred into the ambulance. I noticed dat it was like a scene from the TVB series, 'Lit for hoong sum' (Burning Flame). I even noticed everyone was putting their heads out of their apartments. Oh boy, what a scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pi po pi po' and we were on our way to the hospital. Pappy was pushed into the emergency room and I went to register him. Dr. Loh and Fanny came later to accompany me. As they were familiar with the hospital, they tried to get their doctor friend to help 'look afer' Pappy. As it was getting late (I looked at the clock on the wall, it was oredi 9 p.m.), I told Dr. Loh and Fanny to go back and I would update them on Pappy's condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Chung called and asked me if I needed help but I told him, everything was fine and I would call him if I needed his help. I called Elyss to tell her we had reached the hospital. Fanny called again whether I needed them to drive me back, I told her I had contacted Elyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and out of the 'treatment room' (don't know the exact term) to see how Pappy was. He looked okay and was very consious and even told me he was hungry (huh?). Only did I realise I too haven't had dinner yet. After waited for about 2 hours for the result of the report, Dr. Zeehan (I hope I got her name correct) came and told me there was nothing wrong with Pappy, his blood pressure, heart condition ... whatever ... they tested was normal and was allowed to be discharged. *yahoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss came and fetched us and finally we were back home at about 1.30 a.m. after supper. We got help from Eugene (Elyss's hubby) to drive Pappy's car back from the bottom of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy went to the office this morning but came back later and said he was not feeling well. I told him to rest cos I know he had a sleepless nite last nite and so he's resting at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! What an experience for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so helpless at that time and was like 'kelam kabut'. I really would like to express my thanks to everyone &lt;strong&gt;from the bottom of my heart&lt;/strong&gt; who chipped in to help esp. to Dr. Loh and Fanny, Su Chung and Chew Foong, Elyss and Eugene and the climbers. &lt;strong&gt;THANK U SOOOOOO VERY MUCHIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-3140505972193461878?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/3140505972193461878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=3140505972193461878&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3140505972193461878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3140505972193461878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-deed-and-close-shave-with-death.html' title='A Good Deed and A Close Shave with Death'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-5962624474932463211</id><published>2009-09-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:47:57.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Conned" by online buying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how many of u out there order/buy things online? Just a piece of advice, never order from this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berrybunchbox.com/grocer/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;zenid=49a0ce3442cdac93ea28f83b6451148e"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.berrybunchbox.com/grocer/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;zenid=49a0ce3442cdac93ea28f83b6451148e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seller's Name: Md Adlin Abu Bakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seller's Email: &lt;a href="mailto:isam@berrybunchbox.com"&gt;isam@berrybunchbox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxkeeper name: Sherry Anis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a message from my sister, June. She felt she was 'conned' by this "BERRYBUNCHBOX".  On 13th August, she ordered some stuffs thru this website and paid USD73.89 plus delivery charges and was to be delivered to someone in KL on 15th. After 15th, no news, she emailed the person and was told to allow them more time. Fine, they were given 2 days to deliver the stuffs. After 2 days, still no news, June emailed them again, this time no reply. There were n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o phone numbers to contact. She emailed a few times but din get any replies. Sensing something was wrong, she contacted paypal (cos she paid thru paypal). Paypal promised to investigate. So June waited until she received this message from paypal today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have completed our investigation of this case. We attempted to process a refund from the seller's account to your account. Unfortunately, the seller's account does not contain the funds necessary to cover this refund. We were able to recover $0.84 USD. We have taken action against the seller and are working to recover the remainder of your refund. We will contact when we have more information."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNS lor, &lt;strong&gt;NO MONEY IN THE SELLER'S ACCOUNT!&lt;/strong&gt; Only recovered USD0.84! Is June going to recover her full refund? Money's not really the big problem but to be 'conned' of about RM259 ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ppl are still updating their website cos we noted different special items are on the list compared to the time we went in to check. &lt;strong&gt;Shows dat these 'CONPERSONS' are still up to their business - 'conning' ppl out there!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying all online sellers are 'bad eggs' but, fellow bloggers, do be careful the next time u do online purchasing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-5962624474932463211?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/5962624474932463211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=5962624474932463211&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5962624474932463211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5962624474932463211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/09/conned-by-online-buying.html' title='&quot;Conned&quot; by online buying'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-1921379794883726499</id><published>2009-08-24T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:19:46.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalised ..... again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear all, first of all, thank u so much for ur well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in FB dat I purged 8 times. I din vomit this time as what I did the last time I was hospitalised &lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-poisoning.html"&gt;last&lt;/a&gt; year. I started to have pain in the stomach or more like muscle cramps on Friday morning after eating 'chee cheong fun' which Pappy 'tar-paued' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started purging and by 10 ish I oredi purged 8 times. No choice, I had to see the doctor and she told me if the purging and pain persist, I had to be hospitalised. In my mind the words kept repeating "PLEEEAASSSEEEEE, I DON'T WANT TO GO THE HOSPITAL!" After taking the medicine, I still purged and the pain still persisted. After work, I went to another doctor and was prescribed different medicine. I had no appetite for anything (I din have lunch or dinner) but I forced myself to drink water and 100+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning till midnight, I counted I oredi purged 17 TIMES! Pappy suggested to send me to the hospital but I was reluctant. But the cramps, was unbearable, a long cramp and followed by short cramps every now and then (like when u're in labour). I tried to think the pain away but gave in eventually and asked Pappy to send me to the hospital which was quite near to where we are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately sent to the emergency room and was on drips. Blood was taken to be tested. The doctor told me I wasn't really food poisoned cos I din vomit but was viral infected and I was dehydrating. I had to spend the nite in the hospital .... arrggghhhh! Okay, never mind, since it was oredi about 2.45 a.m. when I was wheeled to the ward, I just had to spend a few hours and I could go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sleepless nite. Pappy came with Des (both of them wore mask as advised by the hospital) at about 10.30 a.m. the next morning (Saturday) and after spending some time with me, Pappy took Des to the office as he had to send some jobs to his client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rao (who attended to me last year) came to check on me at about 11 a.m., advised me stay another day so dat he could monitor me as I still purged and the cramps still lingered. Arrrrgggggh ......! I still didn't have appetite for anything but did forced myself to have some porridge. At nite, Pappy came to keep me company but this time without Des who was with Elyss's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What affected me emotionally was what Pappy brought me - a letter from Destinee. He told me she wrote it while they were in the office and she was crying as she was writing and drawing. When I looked at the envelope, I was so touched and when I read the letter I had tears in my eyes ..... awwwww .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFHW0db6oI/AAAAAAAABjw/rrTGXZBVTJk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154287794514562" style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFHW0db6oI/AAAAAAAABjw/rrTGXZBVTJk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The front of the envelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFEpM6CkQI/AAAAAAAABjo/iE8Q8u71AdQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373151305059700994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFEpM6CkQI/AAAAAAAABjo/iE8Q8u71AdQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The back of the envelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373151208910635762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFEjmuUQvI/AAAAAAAABjg/Z1AtY0O2kXw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want mummy to come back.&lt;br /&gt;I must have mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I think of mummy very much.&lt;br /&gt;I want mummy to come back today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373150936813898178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFETxFZicI/AAAAAAAABjY/Ojjw-rSCCD8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After on drips (6 bottles) and medication for 2 days in the hospital, my appetite came back. I 'walloped' my breakfast (bread and milo-o), lunch (fish porridge), tea (biscuit and milo) and dinner (fish porridge). I stopped purging but occasionally there were still short cramps. My blood was taken again for test. The doctor came and allowed me to be discharged ... wooohooo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discharged at about 12.30 p.m. (Sunday) but after the 'klik klak klik klak' procedures, at about 2.30 p.m., I was finally back to my 'home sweet home'. Phew ... it was so good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: All in all I purged 22 times! As I'm writing this, gives me the shudders when I recalled what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-1921379794883726499?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/1921379794883726499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=1921379794883726499&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1921379794883726499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1921379794883726499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hospitalised-again.html' title='Hospitalised ..... again?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SpFHW0db6oI/AAAAAAAABjw/rrTGXZBVTJk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-8549932890165875651</id><published>2009-08-13T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:33:08.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the day of her birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual no big celebration for Destinee's birthday (9th August, Sunday) this year. It was a last minute preparation so din invite any of her friends. Des only wanted Charlett and Charmaine to join in. Called Elyss to bring her kids over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually Des has asked Christine (Des's classmate &amp;amp; best friend in class and who's staying nearby) to come over to play as the exam was over. I called Fanny (Christine's mummy) to bring Christine over but they had to go to church cos Des din let Christine know dat it was her birthday. So, we started off with the 'party' without Christine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368890442639663154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIhaXeG4DI/AAAAAAAABjA/OmCkF0PNY9U/s400/Des-with-food.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des with the food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As Des wanted to wait for Christine to join in before the singing of the Birthday song, we waited for Fanny to call. We picked Christine after Fanny called to say they were back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIhT78sMLI/AAAAAAAABi4/isnx1QjOCSg/s1600-h/Counting-candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368890332172529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIhT78sMLI/AAAAAAAABi4/isnx1QjOCSg/s400/Counting-candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des counting the number of candles ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Correct, there're 7 candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368890031793476370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIhCc8vkxI/AAAAAAAABiw/Rfc4JyHDVhI/s400/Happy-Birthday-to-u.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids singing the Happy Birthday song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left:&lt;/em&gt; Christine, Destinee, Charmaine and Charlett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIg7tUj7LI/AAAAAAAABio/dBfQe0VJHEY/s1600-h/Making-a-wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889915929259186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIg7tUj7LI/AAAAAAAABio/dBfQe0VJHEY/s400/Making-a-wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Des making a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Charmaine saw Des closed her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to make a wish, she too closed her eyes. *heehee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIgqpzVwnI/AAAAAAAABig/681YYFNFuSI/s1600-h/Cake-cutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889622926836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIgqpzVwnI/AAAAAAAABig/681YYFNFuSI/s400/Cake-cutting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cake cutting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIgii7HZsI/AAAAAAAABiY/vQwFFcKe_a0/s1600-h/Lookat-me-eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889483641448130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIgii7HZsI/AAAAAAAABiY/vQwFFcKe_a0/s400/Lookat-me-eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'Look at me, this is how I gobble the cake', says Christine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIrbkoWyuI/AAAAAAAABjI/oI7ssBad6F8/s1600-h/Kids-at-the-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901458468457186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIrbkoWyuI/AAAAAAAABjI/oI7ssBad6F8/s400/Kids-at-the-computer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids enjoying themselves playing "Boowa and Kwala"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After some time at the computer, it was time for Christine to go back but Des was reluctant to let her go, telling us dat it was still early but we told her we promised Christine's mummy dat we had to send Christine back at about 5.30 pm. After some reasonings and pleadings only did Des allowed Christine to go back *phew*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss later took the kids to Jusco's Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIcQ6BoXHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/aW5Vq29r8m0/s1600-h/playing-tiny-hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368884782558633074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIcQ6BoXHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/aW5Vq29r8m0/s400/playing-tiny-hockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des and Charlett challenging each other at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the Tiny Hockey table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIZf9YLSoI/AAAAAAAABiI/9U9tClmDzRM/s1600-h/wonder-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368881742621657730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIZf9YLSoI/AAAAAAAABiI/9U9tClmDzRM/s400/wonder-world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the carousel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee definitely enjoyed the day and had a wonderful time.&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/19614939-8549932890165875651?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/8549932890165875651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=8549932890165875651&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8549932890165875651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8549932890165875651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-day-of-her-birthday.html' title='On the day of her birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SoIhaXeG4DI/AAAAAAAABjA/OmCkF0PNY9U/s72-c/Des-with-food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-3789033689542175030</id><published>2009-08-09T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:14:24.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Destinee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sn0pGFO7VZI/AAAAAAAABiA/wAnOCNkzOWk/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367491515356239250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sn0pGFO7VZI/AAAAAAAABiA/wAnOCNkzOWk/s400/Happy-Birthday.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/19614939-3789033689542175030?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/3789033689542175030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=3789033689542175030&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3789033689542175030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3789033689542175030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-destinee.html' title='Happy Birthday to Destinee'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sn0pGFO7VZI/AAAAAAAABiA/wAnOCNkzOWk/s72-c/Happy-Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7055456405475114049</id><published>2009-08-03T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:55:41.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula Hoop Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee joined the school's Co-curriculum's Dancing (舞蹈) and Calligraphy (书法) societies at the beginning of the year. She was supposed to join the English society and I didn't understand why her class teacher placed her in the Calligraphy society. After attending a few lessons, Destinee came back and told me what she did in Calligraphy class and I now understand why she was placed in the Calligraphy society. She gets to learn the art of writing the Chinese words in which she's weak in. I guess her teacher knows Des is not good in Chinese and wants her to learn and write more. Anyway, 谢谢你，魏老师.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinee loves dancing, come Wednesday and Friday, she'll be the one to remind me to pack her 'activity' uniform into her bag. The dancing group made their first appearance when they performed during the school's mini sports day (more of a telematch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358990779867320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl71uJyVz5I/AAAAAAAABh4/4dc262rtet0/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee with some of her schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Dat's Ah Nee in the background.&lt;br /&gt;She helped with the making-up of the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7yWnqmBaI/AAAAAAAABho/9MLld5fgxv8/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987077036148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7yWnqmBaI/AAAAAAAABho/9MLld5fgxv8/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Destinee with her classmates, Shiau Huei and Hoi Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Destinee, Hoi Sei and Hui Jing whom Des calls 'Big sister'&lt;/span&gt; (大姐姐)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358988678247402274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7zz0pGyyI/AAAAAAAABhw/7yKmTl4uJ6k/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, the shirt and short pants look a bit too loose on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The 'dancers' dancing to the tune of "Do Re Mi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7Pup7qxYI/AAAAAAAABgs/NpKz7_zw8T0/s1600-h/Pg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358949007054521730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7Pup7qxYI/AAAAAAAABgs/NpKz7_zw8T0/s400/Pg-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7SY6shjgI/AAAAAAAABg0/ZN5OgWje-Co/s1600-h/Pg-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358951932132167170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7SY6shjgI/AAAAAAAABg0/ZN5OgWje-Co/s400/Pg-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7Uylg4w_I/AAAAAAAABg8/ohIhVmvUkVo/s1600-h/Pg-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358954572146066418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7Uylg4w_I/AAAAAAAABg8/ohIhVmvUkVo/s400/Pg-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358955735628535922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7V2T0uWHI/AAAAAAAABhE/d4i3Vov2udg/s400/Pg-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Solo performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was told dat she was the only one who knew how to 'hula' the hoop during the practices and dat might be the reason why her dance teacher let her performed alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn't worried whether the hoop will fall halfway but what worried me was her pair of pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wished and wished it woundn't drop, else ..... no eyes see. Luckily it 'stayed' on. *kekekekeke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest of the dance .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7aURkwg0I/AAAAAAAABhQ/dWZ3ja4s3tM/s1600-h/Pg-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358960648467284802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7aURkwg0I/AAAAAAAABhQ/dWZ3ja4s3tM/s400/Pg-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7m93dxUqI/AAAAAAAABhY/hVU4WSU3BAk/s1600-h/Pg-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358974557152694946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7m93dxUqI/AAAAAAAABhY/hVU4WSU3BAk/s400/Pg-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7sVDNbRbI/AAAAAAAABhg/b3b3N-NdkqU/s1600-h/Pg-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358980453000496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl7sVDNbRbI/AAAAAAAABhg/b3b3N-NdkqU/s400/Pg-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should have 'videocammed' the performance but poor me doesn't have a videocam ... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-7055456405475114049?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7055456405475114049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7055456405475114049&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7055456405475114049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7055456405475114049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hula-hoop-dance.html' title='Hula Hoop Dance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Sl71uJyVz5I/AAAAAAAABh4/4dc262rtet0/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-807593379724850915</id><published>2009-07-15T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:34:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raisin Buns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been quite some time since I blogged about food. Destinee loves to eat raisin buns so I purposely went to my friend's (Ah Nee) place to learn how to make them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Recipe and method of making Raisin Buns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;300 g. High Protein Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5 g. Milk Powder (u can always curi from ur kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 g. Bread Improver (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;50 g. Castor Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1/2 tsp. Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;30 g. Egg (don't throw away the extra, need it later for brushing on buns)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;180 g. cold water (from the fridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7.5 g. Instant Yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingedients C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15 g. Butter&lt;br /&gt;15 g. Shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Raisins (amount, up to u), I added 3x the amount stated in the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) Preheat oven at 180 degrees C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) Combine ingredients A &amp;amp; B to form a dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) Add C, knead until smooth and elastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) Mix in raisins and combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) Divide into 40 g. each. Let them prove for 10 mins. Roll and shape into balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) Arrange them into greased tin. Cover and let them prove till double in size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7) Brush buns with egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8) Bake at 180 degrees C for 20-25 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Easy, rite? The only thing u need is to spend time waiting for the dough and buns to be proved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee presenting the ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr1O5V_6DI/AAAAAAAABgk/_A9bHXFlpSI/s1600-h/Yau-with-ingredients.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357864342970689586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr1O5V_6DI/AAAAAAAABgk/_A9bHXFlpSI/s400/Yau-with-ingredients.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cannot see? The top picture was a request from Des to take a pic together with the ingredients. Okay, a closer look here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0-cnApPI/AAAAAAAABgc/m2RFXnjBFWE/s1600-h/Ingredients-(jpg).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357864060379505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0-cnApPI/AAAAAAAABgc/m2RFXnjBFWE/s400/Ingredients-(jpg).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front:&lt;/em&gt; salt, butter, shortening, yeast, egg, sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back:&lt;/em&gt; Flour, milk powder, cold water, raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0w9w4SzI/AAAAAAAABgM/s3_WTQr3OV4/s1600-h/Dough-(jpg).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863828761103154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0w9w4SzI/AAAAAAAABgM/s3_WTQr3OV4/s400/Dough-(jpg).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kneaded dough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0rxdjtzI/AAAAAAAABgE/fb2_OkILHbk/s1600-h/Proved-dough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863739559491378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0rxdjtzI/AAAAAAAABgE/fb2_OkILHbk/s400/Proved-dough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proved dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0m3W-NxI/AAAAAAAABf8/2lEsDM3TF10/s1600-h/40-gms-each.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863655243134738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0m3W-NxI/AAAAAAAABf8/2lEsDM3TF10/s400/40-gms-each.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dough divided into 40 g. each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0ipqze1I/AAAAAAAABf0/xDI7U_nmQw0/s1600-h/Roll-and-put-into-tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863582848744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0ipqze1I/AAAAAAAABf0/xDI7U_nmQw0/s400/Roll-and-put-into-tin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Buns placed into greased tin to be proved further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0Yiul90I/AAAAAAAABfs/x11FMtbbNgg/s1600-h/Proved-dough-(2nd-time).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863409186895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0Yiul90I/AAAAAAAABfs/x11FMtbbNgg/s400/Proved-dough-(2nd-time).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buns proved to double in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0TGDpZxI/AAAAAAAABfk/-9zBbvntYTY/s1600-h/Baked-buns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863315591227154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0TGDpZxI/AAAAAAAABfk/-9zBbvntYTY/s400/Baked-buns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baked raisin buns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0Mrf1vsI/AAAAAAAABfc/He3ikS8s9gI/s1600-h/Raisin-bun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357863205382504130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr0Mrf1vsI/AAAAAAAABfc/He3ikS8s9gI/s400/Raisin-bun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yummy, yummy raisin buns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slrz2drXUYI/AAAAAAAABfM/xqw4bbMVyA4/s1600-h/Extra-big-bun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862823715623298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slrz2drXUYI/AAAAAAAABfM/xqw4bbMVyA4/s400/Extra-big-bun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The extra big bun is from the extra dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too lazy to shape it into balls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so just dump the whole dough onto a plate and bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: Ah Nee, thank u so much (muaks). The buns were still soft the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-807593379724850915?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/807593379724850915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=807593379724850915&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/807593379724850915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/807593379724850915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/07/raisin-buns.html' title='Raisin Buns'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Slr1O5V_6DI/AAAAAAAABgk/_A9bHXFlpSI/s72-c/Yau-with-ingredients.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-8701717236115992074</id><published>2009-07-03T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:43:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits here bits there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Chui Mei' 吹梅 - What's dat? I've never heard of the term until Destinee took part in the event. Direct translation is 'blowing plums'. To my understanding, it's blowing Chinese ink with a straw onto a piece of red paper. The blown ink is supposed to be the branches. After the ink dries up, small pieces of cotton wool are to be glued onto the 'branches' to make them look like the plum flowers (梅花）。This kind of art is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;usually done during the Chinese New Year (correct me if I'm wrong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did ask Pappy if he knew what 'chui mei' meant and he said he had no idea *duh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Destinee was very excited on the morning of the competition (before the Chinese New Year) and kept telling me dat she couldn't blow nicely cos she didn't do well during Art class (the Art teacher might have made them practise before the actual day). I consoled her by telling her to try her best and didn't matter if she didn't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351527415453874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRx1KvkeKI/AAAAAAAABdk/8aW9HvlADJY/s400/Chui-mei-(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See my girl? So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxuq6P0qI/AAAAAAAABdc/9z839u8RBAA/s1600-h/Chui-mei-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351527303829508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxuq6P0qI/AAAAAAAABdc/9z839u8RBAA/s400/Chui-mei-(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxlvYeaLI/AAAAAAAABdU/b-CLrSS1QlQ/s1600-h/Chui-mei-(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351527150411212978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxlvYeaLI/AAAAAAAABdU/b-CLrSS1QlQ/s400/Chui-mei-(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teng ... teng ... teng ... teng ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 1st prize goes to DESTINEE LEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really didn't expect her to win. A 'banana' like me who knows nothing about the Chinese Art ...... in a way it was a good experience for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxSzUguBI/AAAAAAAABdM/lfXCyZ7DWjE/s1600-h/Chui-mei-(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351526825050814482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRxSzUguBI/AAAAAAAABdM/lfXCyZ7DWjE/s400/Chui-mei-(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I really don't know what he wrote. The writings look so 'stiff'. He said he hasn't written for ages and forgot how to hold the brush properly. *kakaka* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmTW8WnvmI/AAAAAAAABak/M58W8wMuktA/s1600-h/Art-Paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348468054846586466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmTW8WnvmI/AAAAAAAABak/M58W8wMuktA/s400/Art-Paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was how she coloured her Art during the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nice and colourful hor? She got A*star star* leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmRvz6v7FI/AAAAAAAABac/J3_zB5hftNw/s1600-h/pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348466283055672402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmRvz6v7FI/AAAAAAAABac/J3_zB5hftNw/s400/pic-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; In her favourite Baju Kurung and dancing to the tune of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Ikan Kek Kek'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmO5V_jDFI/AAAAAAAABaU/e01JRFJpLdY/s1600-h/IMGP0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348463148286544978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SjmO5V_jDFI/AAAAAAAABaU/e01JRFJpLdY/s320/IMGP0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is how Des naps in the office after school if she's too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Half of her body rests on my &lt;s&gt;director&lt;/s&gt; "ah sei" (阿四) chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the other half on another chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- reminds me of how Kylie (Laundryamah's princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sleeps in the office.&lt;/span&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/19614939-8701717236115992074?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/8701717236115992074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=8701717236115992074&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8701717236115992074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8701717236115992074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/07/bits-here-bits-there.html' title='Bits here bits there'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkRx1KvkeKI/AAAAAAAABdk/8aW9HvlADJY/s72-c/Chui-mei-(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-5479445034003872573</id><published>2009-06-30T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:41:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After coming back to the office to work, I seldom cook and I really miss cooking. As usual, yesterday, after work, Pappy asked me what to have for dinner. I told him 'let's go and eat fried beef noodles'. So, off we went to Restaurant Soo Kee in Medan Imbi which is famous for its Fried Beef Noodles. Too bad, upon reaching only realised dat it was closed on Mondays. Okay, no choice, we had to make do with the shop just across which serves the same food (said to be the son who 'branched' out).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We seldom patronise this shop but what to do, I was drooling for fried beef noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the title of my post to do with this shop? I tell u, this shop's people really &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt; me off with their attitude. We ordered fried beef noodles and a plate of fried rice for Destinee. I told the girl who took our orders dat I only need eggs for the fried rice cos my girl doesn't like other ingredients. The girl told me they don't have this type of fried rice and kept asking us whether to add prawns, beans or not. We told her again and again dat we need eggs and rice only. She said it was difficult for them to charge us but I told her we didn't mind her charging us accordingly to how much they charge for a normal plate of fried rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She went to her boss (a man when u see his stuck-up face oso u 'want-to-spit-saliva-on-him' type) and enquired. She came back and told us dat her boss said they don't have such kind of food in their menu (or in my words they don't serve such kind of simple food). Seeing dat it was of no use, I told the girl to forget it. I've been to so many shops and there was no problem ordering fried rice with only eggs. Or they thought we could only afford for fried rice with eggs. If we were to order crabs, prawns or other expensive food, that might be a different story, the boss will run to take our order? *tns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We expected the boss, to, at least have the courtesy, come over and tell us dat they were sorry dat they don't serve such kind of food. &lt;strong&gt;@*%# NO, HE CHANGED HIS SHIRT AND WENT TO HIS LAZY CHAIR TO SLEEP/NAP. &lt;/strong&gt;I asked the girl: "Need I teach your boss how to fry rice with eggs only"? She just went off and didn't even ask us what else we wanted to order. She didn't even bother to ask us if we wanted to order drinks *tns again*. If it wasn't for cranky Destinee who was hungry and wouldn't budge, we would have walked off. So, we had to substitue the 'fried rice with eggs' for a plate of hokkien mee which Des likes too and drinks from a 'kakak' who was a lot more friendly and courteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What's the name of this shop? I'm sure many have heard and patronised this shop. The name's SOO KEE'S SON (MENG CHUAN) PRAWN AND BEEF NOODLES in Medan Imbi. With dat kind of attitude, no wonder there were so few patrons eventhough Restaurant Soo Kee was closed. Maybe it was my unlucky day or maybe the boss wasn't in a good mood. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''NO FRIED RICE WITH ONLY EGGS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (n****h).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, finished ranting.&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/19614939-5479445034003872573?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/5479445034003872573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=5479445034003872573&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5479445034003872573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5479445034003872573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-2457009562450999524</id><published>2009-06-26T22:13:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:28:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* *sob sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's gone forever - &lt;strong&gt;29th August, 1958 - 25th June, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7aMGROtI/AAAAAAAABe8/q8VZdP93wcc/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819422054038226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7aMGROtI/AAAAAAAABe8/q8VZdP93wcc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7VeJCfBI/AAAAAAAABe0/5ilrJC_0lRo/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819340998147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7VeJCfBI/AAAAAAAABe0/5ilrJC_0lRo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7RVNPuTI/AAAAAAAABes/knlWB5bsgkc/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819269880396082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7RVNPuTI/AAAAAAAABes/knlWB5bsgkc/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7NLgs01I/AAAAAAAABek/lWSV2VK7x10/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819198558163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7NLgs01I/AAAAAAAABek/lWSV2VK7x10/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ticket - when he performed in S'pore's National Stadium on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29th August (his birthday), 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7H9VpPZI/AAAAAAAABec/k9YfzwjANh8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819108854349202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7H9VpPZI/AAAAAAAABec/k9YfzwjANh8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ticket - when he performed in KL's Stadium Merdeka on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27th October, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7DXPZzVI/AAAAAAAABeU/aZ_LsWEgj7w/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351819029908147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7DXPZzVI/AAAAAAAABeU/aZ_LsWEgj7w/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV6-FoHd-I/AAAAAAAABeM/ME9-g-DYHHU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818939280619490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV6-FoHd-I/AAAAAAAABeM/ME9-g-DYHHU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV65gQmapI/AAAAAAAABeE/V20lRzK-ShI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818860530395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV65gQmapI/AAAAAAAABeE/V20lRzK-ShI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV60Mo6leI/AAAAAAAABd8/li0tOISrRC0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818769364325858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV60Mo6leI/AAAAAAAABd8/li0tOISrRC0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV6uqGHb1I/AAAAAAAABd0/ISzB7KLlBxA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351818674192215890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV6uqGHb1I/AAAAAAAABd0/ISzB7KLlBxA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll remember a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone's touching your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll come back and you'll look around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll remember the love you found here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll remember me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though you don't need me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will stay in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when things fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll remember one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you find that you're always waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the love we used to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll remember me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though you don't need me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will stay in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when things fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll remember one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day in your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you find that you're always longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the love we used to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Ohh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* *sob sob sob* 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title='Remembering HIM'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SkV7aMGROtI/AAAAAAAABe8/q8VZdP93wcc/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4053319196147505880</id><published>2009-06-10T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:41:52.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did they choose Chinese Primary schools?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I accidentally stumbled into this United Subang Jaya Web forum, while searching for some articles, which I would like to share. The subject was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Did They Choose Chinese Primary Schools?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Updated:2005-09-05 19:48:00 MYT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If there is really anything which can never be defeated, it must be the Chinese education in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indeed, because of its hardiness, it has waded past the loneliness of the colonial days and the brutality of the Japanese Imperial Army, to give rise to 1,288 Chinese primary schools, 60 independent Chinese secondary schools and three private institutions of tertiary education in this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is a journey quite unlike others, a long and winding road. Because of the countless uncertainties ahead of it, it forges ahead without looking back. Because of the towering hills blocking its way, it is clad in soothing verdure. Because of the rocks standing on its way, it has created glorious waves. And because of the persistence and selfless contributions of some, it has flourished into something of a legendary magnitude in the country's education history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, there are some 640,000 students enrolled in the country's Chinese primary schools, 60,000 or about a tenth of whom non-Chinese. If not because Chinese primary schools across Malaysia have been packed to the seams, more non-Chinese parents are expected to enrol their kids there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these non-Chinese parents send their kids to Chinese primary schools instead of national primarys schools which are more superior in teaching facilities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That, is indeed a question which our former prime minster Tun Dr Mahathir finds it hard to understand. As such, he proposed recently that an academic investigation be carried out to find out why more and more non-Chinese parents have sent their children to Chinese primary schools. He wants to know whether these parents do so purely to make their kids learn the Chinese language, or simply because Chinese primary schools are actually better run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sincerely hope that the leaders of this country will break through the limitations of ethnically oriented education to inspect the country's education system from a more objective and macroscopic perspective. Undeniably, there is a huge gap between what the leaders and what the Chinese community thinks about the country's education issues. Chinese primary schools have often been conveniently labelled as stumbling blocks of the nation's progress and solidarity, which is hardly a secret at all. And because of that, Chinese primary schools have been continuously marginalised and their development neglected, resulting in perennial shortage of qualified teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some of our leaders believe that as long as we run the national primary schools properly, allowing them to have the best teachers and facilites, Chinese parents would naturally send their kids there to study. But things don't always go that way. Today, not only do Chinese parents send their children to Chinese primary schools, an increasing number of non-Chinese parents are also doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The reason for Chinese parents to send their children to Chinese primary schools cannot be simpler than passing down the cultural heritage. And because of that, the Chinese community remains unwavering on the issue of Chinese education and will never compromise on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for non-Chinese parents sending their children to Chinese primary schools, their motive is largely profit-oriented. If you don't believe me, you can always find out yourself. Chances are that you will be told that they believe their future is brighter if they get some knowledge of the Chinese language. Simple enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As a matter of fact, the increasing enrolment of non-Chinese students at Chinese primary schools pose a very serious question to the schools themselves. Some schools even take the initiative to remind non-Chinese parents that sending their children to Chinese primary schools might not be the right option for them, as their children may encounter communication problems there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nevertheless, few parents change their minds. I still remember an Indian parent said, "This is my youngest son. He has three elder brothers, two graduating from national primary schools, and one from a Chinese primary school. They have all started working now. The two brothers from national schools never take home a single cent, only the one graduating from Chinese primary school cares for the family and sends home money every month. So, that's it!" Perhaps the Indian parent did not have much idea what the Chinese culture was all about, however he knew very well how different the son in Chinese school was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Dr Mahathir has ever heard what he said, perhaps he could have a clearer understanding of the unique features of Chinese education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sin Chew Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been heard about National schools whereby the teachers are 'half baked' and lazy and they simply correct the books and seldom or never bother whether the students do their homework or not. I'm not trying to say dat teachers in National schools are no good, I'm sure there are some very good teachers but I do find dat the teachers in Chinese schools are more dedicated and committed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering and am still wondering whether I've made the right decision by sending Des to a Chinese primary school. She's, at present, okay with her homework, not so much as compared with her friends in other schools where there are a lot of writings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked on how's Des coping with her studies in a Chinese school since I read little Chinese, speak 'half bucket' Chinese and can't even write Chinese (oops, sorry to say I can't even write Des's name in Chinese and don't expect Pappy to guide her all the time, he just doesn't have the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des's subjects are &lt;strong&gt;Bahasa Malaysia, English, Chinese, Science in English and Chinese, Maths in Engish and Chinese, Moral in Chinese, PJ (Pendidikan Jasmani dan Pendidikan Kesihatan) in Chinese, Art in Chinese and Music in Chinese.&lt;/strong&gt; As until now, she's okay, I'm learning Chinese from her (heehee). Her exam ended before the holidays and surprisingly her results in the Chinese subjects were better than English and BM, she even had full marks in some of the subjects in Chinese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My criterion is to send Des to a primary Chinese school and later to a National secondary school. If she's good, she'll be able to master the 3 languages, if not, at least she knows the basics of the Chinese language as in conversing, reading and writing. Pappy always says "Chinese educated ppl are better mannered and cares more for the family." Hmmmm ...... &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you who are 'bananas' in Chinese (like me) will still send your kids to Chinese schools, rite? Any regrets for not studying in a Chinese school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4053319196147505880?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4053319196147505880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4053319196147505880&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4053319196147505880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4053319196147505880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-did-they-choose-chinese-primary.html' title='Why did they choose Chinese Primary schools?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-5173398683327470996</id><published>2009-06-02T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:20:09.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation day and 1st day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee was registered into one of the Chinese school in Cheras but so unluckily dat she was rejected by the *duh* Ministry. Pappy wanted to appeal but the principal told him it was not advisable as there were already &lt;strong&gt;9 (NINE)&lt;/strong&gt; Primary 1 classes and there were about 50 students in a class. Wuah seh! I told Pappy to forget about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee was placed in a school which was not to my liking and I was quite worried where to register her. My friend, &lt;a href="http://niniyeo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ah Nee&lt;/a&gt;, came to my rescue. She recommended me to the school where her kids are attending. This school is semi-government and is 48 years old situated in Persiaran Chulan, behind the Chinese Maternity Hospital. She told me I wouldn't have problem registering Destinee in this school as there were not many students. The school is small compared to other schools in KL and there are only 200+ students. Yes, u read rite, 200+ students in the school (from primary 1 to primary 6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The procedures were: We brought the rejected letter (posted to us) and Des to the school (where she was placed) to be stamped to show dat Des's name was 'cancelled' off. A note was handed to us from this school and we brought this note to the school recommended by Ah Nee. We showed the letter to the new school and was informed there wasn't any problem. *phew* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were shown around by one of the teachers (very friendly and courteous) and after some 'surveying' around, we were satisfied with the surroundings and environment (could hear birds chirping every now and then). Des told us she liked the school and without hesitation, we filled up a form (transferring Des from one school to another) and the rest of the procedures were done by the school. So, behind her BC, she has a record of 4 different school stamps (heehee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orientation day (29th December, 2008) was a week before the actual day (5th January, 2009) of school. There were only 19 students (10 boys and 9 girls) in Des's class and was the one and only Primary 1 class in the school (kekeke). Dat means not much comparison, wonder whether it is good or bad? To me, it's good cos the teachers will be able to control and will be more responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A teacher led the kids to a classroom and I didn't exactly know what happened cos I was busy filling up lots of forms and making payments (RM88 for school fees, RM150 for donation and summed upn to about RM200+). Luckily Ah Nee was around to help me take some pics of Des. I supposed the girls and boys were introduced to each other and later were made to line up and brought around the school. Des was one of the small pint size (if not the smallest size) pupil of the class ... sigh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She4PXW7F7I/AAAAAAAABXo/B9mS67_ny2Q/s1600-h/Lining+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338938457378723762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She4PXW7F7I/AAAAAAAABXo/B9mS67_ny2Q/s320/Lining+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;, she held hands ... with the one of the biggest size boy. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1jFov5NI/AAAAAAAABXY/In9aiXXqC_U/s1600-h/Shown+around+the+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338935497684149458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1jFov5NI/AAAAAAAABXY/In9aiXXqC_U/s320/Shown+around+the+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; around the school by a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1IHXv0aI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EFaGlpUwgt0/s1600-h/Des+in+her+classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338935034293244322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1IHXv0aI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EFaGlpUwgt0/s320/Des+in+her+classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Des in her classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She0_06Vt1I/AAAAAAAABXI/RRIoQZb_OMc/s1600-h/Des%27s+best+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338934891899107154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She0_06Vt1I/AAAAAAAABXI/RRIoQZb_OMc/s320/Des%27s+best+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her new friend, cute smiley faced, Yap Hoi Sei (Chinese and Indon. parentage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1s_EJl5I/AAAAAAAABXg/fK8otKrzt2Q/s1600-h/A+gift+from+her+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338935667718723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She1s_EJl5I/AAAAAAAABXg/fK8otKrzt2Q/s320/A+gift+from+her+teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happy moment -- gift from her teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One moment she was happy going around the school with her new friends but the next she was like dat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She03Kd6VSI/AAAAAAAABXA/jvBvITw1z3E/s1600-h/Sad+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338934743066629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She03Kd6VSI/AAAAAAAABXA/jvBvITw1z3E/s400/Sad+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A sad face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She asked me why her friends from kindy were not around and she started to have tears in her eyes ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338934626742429154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She0wZID5eI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZpVjfvkoIEo/s400/Eyes+oredi+red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(6th January, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics below were courtesy of Ah Nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338954165212759922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShfGhrmZR3I/AAAAAAAABXw/gwle8MiHU_I/s320/Assembly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;During the very first assembly. Primary 1 were without stools so were made sit on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could see a lot of 'yawinings' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339043460842071458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShgXvXvdJaI/AAAAAAAABYA/GJq1mUorGlM/s320/9+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 9 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338955527608201074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShfHw-6x73I/AAAAAAAABX4/6DnOlECVTb8/s320/1st+day+-+shoes+dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Her new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I found out dat Des was not only the smallest size, she was oso the shortest, thinnest and the cry baby of the class *slaps head* ... sigh ... sigh ... sigh ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Des's school textbooks:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShlzMoDpZEI/AAAAAAAABZo/pU_iWRF7e7A/s1600-h/Books-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425493972771906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShlzMoDpZEI/AAAAAAAABZo/pU_iWRF7e7A/s400/Books-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425425518159778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShlzIpCy56I/AAAAAAAABZg/eEa7EKfwPjo/s400/Books-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shly-8dthKI/AAAAAAAABZY/CSFw6dgbPlU/s1600-h/Books-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425258932634786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shly-8dthKI/AAAAAAAABZY/CSFw6dgbPlU/s400/Books-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the books were borrowed and has to returned at the end of the year. Took pics of the books as proof of evidence dat the books were old books esp. the Chinese book which is quite worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: A big Thank You to Ah Nee for helping me out.&lt;/span&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/19614939-5173398683327470996?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/5173398683327470996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=5173398683327470996&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5173398683327470996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5173398683327470996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/06/orientation-day-and-1st-day-of-school.html' title='Orientation day and 1st day of school'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/She4PXW7F7I/AAAAAAAABXo/B9mS67_ny2Q/s72-c/Lining+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7138006396632378284</id><published>2009-05-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:41:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school in Q-Dees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;November 14, 2008 marked the last day of school for Destinee in Q-Dees and to celebrate Children's day. She was 'blur blur' and did not really understand dat she would be leaving her favourite Teacher Linda and her little classmates. She thought she would be meeting them when she goes to Primary 1 in 2009. I did try to explain to her dat she might not be meeting her friends again but will be meeting new friends in her new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926568621998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetbWScAAI/AAAAAAAABWg/CgPH8jwpHQ0/s400/2.Des-with-her-2-best-friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her best friends Ainantul and Cho Kai En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetXWpp8aI/AAAAAAAABWY/GltTVchCQSw/s1600-h/3.Gifts-for-her-teachers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926499999904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetXWpp8aI/AAAAAAAABWY/GltTVchCQSw/s400/3.Gifts-for-her-teachers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gifts for her teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids were encouraged to bring gifts to exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetTZBohhI/AAAAAAAABWQ/X8YHgQOMaTk/s1600-h/4.Gifts-for-her-2-best-friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926431917868562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetTZBohhI/AAAAAAAABWQ/X8YHgQOMaTk/s400/4.Gifts-for-her-2-best-friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gifts for her 2 best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetMXwPdmI/AAAAAAAABWI/HE1-yRdLiWA/s1600-h/5.Gifts-for-her-classmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926311317403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetMXwPdmI/AAAAAAAABWI/HE1-yRdLiWA/s400/5.Gifts-for-her-classmates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gifts for her classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetG7RXnrI/AAAAAAAABWA/7TsPj-mF4d0/s1600-h/6.Gifts-from-her-classmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926217772375730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetG7RXnrI/AAAAAAAABWA/7TsPj-mF4d0/s400/6.Gifts-from-her-classmates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gifts from her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetBkEAUqI/AAAAAAAABV4/N-W_WtoeOj0/s1600-h/7.Treated-to-a-magic-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926125642961570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetBkEAUqI/AAAAAAAABV4/N-W_WtoeOj0/s400/7.Treated-to-a-magic-show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kid werere treated to a magic show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shes9tIyDKI/AAAAAAAABVw/IWs43PEzkXk/s1600-h/8.SQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926059359440034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shes9tIyDKI/AAAAAAAABVw/IWs43PEzkXk/s400/8.SQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eee .. dat's not Des. She's SQ (Msau's daughter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shet4QrOwWI/AAAAAAAABWw/EUc0RqS0MAU/s1600-h/A+pic+for+remembrance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338927065331581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shet4QrOwWI/AAAAAAAABWw/EUc0RqS0MAU/s400/A+pic+for+remembrance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A picture for keeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bye-bye classmates, Bye-bye Teacher Linda, Bye-bye Teacher Amanda, Bye-bye Teacher Fen and lastly BYE-BYE Q-DEES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-7138006396632378284?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7138006396632378284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7138006396632378284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7138006396632378284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7138006396632378284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-school-in-q-dees.html' title='Last day of school in Q-Dees'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShetbWScAAI/AAAAAAAABWg/CgPH8jwpHQ0/s72-c/2.Des-with-her-2-best-friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7858720827476076807</id><published>2009-05-27T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:08:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation - 6 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My little girl finally graduated from her kindergarten. We paid RM185 for the renting of the hall, graduation robe, the ballet outfit, tickets, chartering of the buses (for ferrying the kids from the school to the designated place), etc. The graduation ceremony and concert took place in The Summit Subang on 1st November, 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The concert started off with the singing of the National Anthem, speech by the principal and gratitude speeches by the 3 six-year-old students of En Armstrong. The graduation ceremony was next on the programme list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shegof9RBuI/AAAAAAAABVg/uL8a-bgiJEI/s1600-h/4-pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338912500904691426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shegof9RBuI/AAAAAAAABVg/uL8a-bgiJEI/s400/4-pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124834330609842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTUQRT3iLI/AAAAAAAABUo/fUplGIau_98/s400/Receiving-folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des receiving the graduation folder from her principal, Teacher Fen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTU672yGSI/AAAAAAAABUw/DAe9raGde_s/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338125567305849122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTU672yGSI/AAAAAAAABUw/DAe9raGde_s/s400/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A group photo of the 'graduates'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Front:&lt;/strong&gt; Rushil, Yap Siew Cheng, Destinee Lee, Ainantul, Yau Weng Ka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yap Siew Leng, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wong Lee Xian, Liew Kien Fei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centre:&lt;/strong&gt; Choo Weng How, Wong Ling Mei, Kor Chien, Shirleen Liew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily Lo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pang Sher Man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryan Liew, Leong Ler Yoong, Anson Foong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back:&lt;/strong&gt; T. Fen, T. Amanda, Low Pak Shen, Chew Wen Xuan, Loke Pei Nee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tong Ru Yin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chor Kai En, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wong Yi Wen, Tee Sui Yang, Yong Yuet Hung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;T. Ann and T. Linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the graduation ceremony, the programme continued with performances by the cute little students:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run The Show - 3 years old (T. Vivian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rock &amp;amp; Roll - 3 years old (T. Li Xin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wheel on the Bus &amp;amp; Twinkle Twinkle Little Star - 3 years old (T. Vivian &amp;amp; T. Li Xin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Butterfly - 4 years (T. Jesinta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hai-Ho - 5 years old (T. Tharane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Xiao Xiao Yang Er Yao Hui Jia (Little Lambs want to go home) - 4 years old (T. Ann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swan Lake - 6 years old (T. Linda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shang Shang Xia Xia (Up Up Down Down) - 5 years old (T. Amanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Ants Go Marching By - 5 years old (T. Moh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arabian Dance - 5 years old (T. Ann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Xiao Xiao Yinghuochong (Little Fireflies) - 4 years (T. Ann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sailor Dance - 6 years old (T. Amanda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bo Lang Gu (Struggle Waves Drums) - 5 years old (T. Tharane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tian Shang &amp;amp; Wo De Shen Ti (Up The Sky &amp;amp; My Body) - 4 years old (T. Veness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yi Bi Ya Ya &amp;amp; Little Sunny Waters - 4 years old (T. Amanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Home Sweet Home &amp;amp; Opposites Attract - 5 &amp;amp; 6 years old (T. Ann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hao Jiu Bu Jian (Long Time No See) - 5 years old (T. Moh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percussion - 6 years old (T. Linda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTYohMLeBI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Dl_SIuQWYCM/s1600-h/Swan-Lake-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338129648956700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTYohMLeBI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Dl_SIuQWYCM/s400/Swan-Lake-(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little 'swans' performing the Swan Lake dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTXjPx-RoI/AAAAAAAABVA/9m2vUREfLo4/s1600-h/Swan-Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128458872407682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTXjPx-RoI/AAAAAAAABVA/9m2vUREfLo4/s400/Swan-Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTX77UsMtI/AAAAAAAABVI/gV1E5rS3GEE/s1600-h/Swan-Lake-(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128882877608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTX77UsMtI/AAAAAAAABVI/gV1E5rS3GEE/s400/Swan-Lake-(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mis-matched pair (hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The smallest and the tallest/biggest size girls from En Armstrong 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTWX85fwjI/AAAAAAAABU4/qPVZsSqu-vg/s1600-h/percussion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338127165313499698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShTWX85fwjI/AAAAAAAABU4/qPVZsSqu-vg/s400/percussion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Des and classmates getting ready for the percussion performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry to say, the other performances pics were so 'lousily' taken, so in order not to strain ur eyes to see, therefore they won't be shown here (heehee).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The ceremony ended with the teachers and kids singing to the tune of the Q-dees song and Rasa Sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShgiNJ94nxI/AAAAAAAABYI/1WWaWtmlr2M/s1600-h/The+finale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339054967656849170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShgiNJ94nxI/AAAAAAAABYI/1WWaWtmlr2M/s400/The+finale.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-7858720827476076807?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7858720827476076807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7858720827476076807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7858720827476076807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7858720827476076807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-6-years-old.html' title='Graduation - 6 years old'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Shegof9RBuI/AAAAAAAABVg/uL8a-bgiJEI/s72-c/4-pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4716791283660964614</id><published>2009-05-26T10:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:38:19.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last, after such a long absence, I'm finally back. So many to update and don't know where to continue from where I've stopped. The following posts will be mostly on the happenings of Destinee, her graduation from kindy and her days in Primary 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shifted from Seri Kembangan to a place in Taman Cheras Utama, I've yet to adapt to the new environment and still haven't met any friends except the committee members. I could easily make friends in my former place. Seems dat over here most ppl don't come out often from the house to 'kepoh' (sorry, not saying dat ppl from my former place likes to 'kepoh' heehee). Anyway, this place is more comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuKCS9WsnI/AAAAAAAABaI/jKcfr1DJ1RA/s1600-h/Living+Hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340013555231404658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuKCS9WsnI/AAAAAAAABaI/jKcfr1DJ1RA/s400/Living+Hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just love to laze on the sofa and watch AOD (heehee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuIxaZGzdI/AAAAAAAABaA/e9glFOA0NPg/s1600-h/Dining+Area+%26+Kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340012165657447890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuIxaZGzdI/AAAAAAAABaA/e9glFOA0NPg/s400/Dining+Area+%26+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dining area and Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My favourite corner - The kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuIPdVQcII/AAAAAAAABZ4/GX_rmsxCEcw/s1600-h/View+from+Kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011582331056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuIPdVQcII/AAAAAAAABZ4/GX_rmsxCEcw/s400/View+from+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;View from the Kitchen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this view. Whenever I'm at the sink, I'll get this serene scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can hear birds chirping every now and then and can see a lot of monkeys too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I once counted there were about 20 monkeys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jumping from trees to trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340010848433442626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuHkvWbj0I/AAAAAAAABZw/N0AiUZFWWTs/s400/Des%27s+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Destinee's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pink, pink, pink, whenever I ask her 'what colour do u want?".&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, her answer will be 'PINK' (haiya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4716791283660964614?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4716791283660964614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4716791283660964614&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4716791283660964614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4716791283660964614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/ShuKCS9WsnI/AAAAAAAABaI/jKcfr1DJ1RA/s72-c/Living+Hall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-5102847070736174800</id><published>2009-02-20T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:58:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What or how do I start off with? The most important thing is to thank my blogger friends and silent reader "fansi" for all the messages and emails. I really appreciate very much. This inspired me to "sweep" the dust and cobwebs off my blog – *pooh pooh pooh* *cough cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been almost half a year since I wrote my last post. I really have lost contact with everyone BUT I do still visit everyone's blog to keep me in touch of what's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What happened to me? I know I've been MIA from my blog, msn, skype, yahoo for quite a long time. I didn't feel like writing posts or to chat or to reply to messages, just didn't have the mood at all. Very very sorry everyone. No worries, no worries, I'm still kicking, struggling and very much alive. So many things happened during the past half year. To &lt;a href="http://rachellittleprinces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://msaufong.com/"&gt;Msau&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://oscaryong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, I've shifted to my new place in Cheras, no longer in Seri Kembangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ya, ya, we shifted from Seri Kembangan to Cheras on the notable day of 7th December, 2008 (of course notable cos it was my birthday dat day and easy to remember, heehee). Sooooo many things to do before and after the shift. Had to adapt to the new place with no new friends. After shifting, my sister came back in December with a friend from HKG. After which it was time of the year for Destinee to go to Primary 1 in January, 2009. I have to get up at 5.30 a.m., lastest by 5.45 a.m. to get things ready and by 6.30 a.m, we need to be out of the house. She was okay the first week of school but from the 2nd week, she had been crying since then (yup, until now), if not crying, she'll be sniffing. She wanted to go back to her kindergarten and wanted to have her kindy teachers and friends. Adoi, really stresssssssss to see her like dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Din even make any cookies, buy any clothes, only did very simple decorations for the CNY. Elyss did say it was very unusual of me not to make any cookies for the CNY &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the house did not look 'hoong dong dong' (red red) as it used to be during the previous CNY. No mood, no mood, no mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another reason is dat old age's catching up with me. I don't seem to have the energy like I used to have. I get tired, moody, headaches, heartburns, felt like crying at times, sweat a lot, sleepless nites but very sleepy during the day and most of all, my "P" din come for 2 months! No, No, No, don't get me wrong! I'M NOT PREGGIE. Of all things, preggie? I rather hit my head on the wall. U guessed rite. Those are the signs of menopausing. Am I really menopausing? I didn't realise I'm actually menopausing cos I've been having regular "P's" all the while until recently it din come for 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Really pity my 2 "victims" cos I flare my temper at them most of the time. I just hope to get over with this "nightmare" soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No worries, no worries, &lt;a href="http://mybabybay.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.onelittle2.com/"&gt;Jess,&lt;/a&gt; I've made an appointment with the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I hope and will try to be back soon.&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/19614939-5102847070736174800?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/5102847070736174800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=5102847070736174800&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5102847070736174800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/5102847070736174800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ok.html' title='I&apos;m OK'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7771365339348556927</id><published>2008-08-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:26:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pappy and I didn't celebrate Des's birthday this year cos whenever we suggested, yes, it was just a suggestion, to celebrate, she would be having fever, flu and would be coughing her head off. So we were not in the least surprised – she WAS sick before her birthday .... sigh .... This 'jinx' has been like dat since she was a year old. Hmmmmm ..... maybe in future we should celebrate her birthday a week before or after her actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she celebrated with her little classmates in school on Friday, 8th August. I prepared party packs, jellies and cupcakes for her 21 classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ23GKKVkJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/m9-Ib_QQU-o/s1600-h/Party+Packs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ23GKKVkJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/m9-Ib_QQU-o/s320/Party+Packs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232539658509193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The party packs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ23T6X7rVI/AAAAAAAAA80/OVnGtWA-J84/s1600-h/Inside+the+party+pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ23T6X7rVI/AAAAAAAAA80/OVnGtWA-J84/s320/Inside+the+party+pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232539894789418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Inside the party packs&lt;/span&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ26RQKy7CI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VOK11xytzzU/s1600-h/Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ26RQKy7CI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VOK11xytzzU/s400/Cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543147635174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Orange cupcakes topped with chocolate and coloured 'rice'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ26BCnZTHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/lof2wBdgeFs/s1600-h/Jellies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ26BCnZTHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/lof2wBdgeFs/s400/Jellies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232542869119126642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange flavoured jellies with longan and nata de coco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ25mGhXVpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/4DqM7Gstq-4/s1600-h/Des+with+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ25mGhXVpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/4DqM7Gstq-4/s320/Des+with+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232542406311106194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des with the cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ24y1_Qz9I/AAAAAAAAA88/Fe1ntadWIj0/s1600-h/Des+with+jellies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ24y1_Qz9I/AAAAAAAAA88/Fe1ntadWIj0/s320/Des+with+jellies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232541525699776466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des with the jellies&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAOuUvCvtI/AAAAAAAAA98/ffZ5LOF1F2s/s1600-h/Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAOuUvCvtI/AAAAAAAAA98/ffZ5LOF1F2s/s400/Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233198956007309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Her simple birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAKYGhuTPI/AAAAAAAAA90/FlDQQThXdJk/s1600-h/Close+view+of+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAKYGhuTPI/AAAAAAAAA90/FlDQQThXdJk/s400/Close+view+of+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233194176189713650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Dora figurine fell onto the cake and got 'muddy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;all over (heehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAFsiU7saI/AAAAAAAAA9s/j6yPz3P5v7M/s1600-h/Des+with+cake+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAFsiU7saI/AAAAAAAAA9s/j6yPz3P5v7M/s320/Des+with+cake+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233189029691503010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des waiting to blow the candles&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAFBrhLDfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nHU6yhtu4UI/s1600-h/Des+with+cake+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKAFBrhLDfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nHU6yhtu4UI/s320/Des+with+cake+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233188293424385522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des with her birthday cake&lt;/span&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKBGc-B3BzI/AAAAAAAAA-E/SZbNJ7psi20/s1600-h/Present+from+Ainatul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SKBGc-B3BzI/AAAAAAAAA-E/SZbNJ7psi20/s400/Present+from+Ainatul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233260230505596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Present from her best friend classmate, Ainatul&lt;br /&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/19614939-7771365339348556927?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7771365339348556927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7771365339348556927&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7771365339348556927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7771365339348556927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-celebration.html' title='No celebration'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ23GKKVkJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/m9-Ib_QQU-o/s72-c/Party+Packs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-6796486355999154380</id><published>2008-08-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:03:02.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ2xclUOi7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/QYsyQllp4AU/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ2xclUOi7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/QYsyQllp4AU/s400/Happy-Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232533446685789106" 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/19614939-6796486355999154380?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/6796486355999154380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=6796486355999154380&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6796486355999154380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6796486355999154380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-6th-birthday.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SJ2xclUOi7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/QYsyQllp4AU/s72-c/Happy-Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-6350087203008021100</id><published>2008-07-30T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Des's Kindy Sports Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27th July, 2008 (Sunday) marked Des's kindy Sports Day. It was so easy waking up Des dat morning. I just had to whisper to her dat it was Sports Day and she was wide awake (heehee). Showed dat she was really excited and eager to 'get' her medal. Pappy was not free to attend and I had to hitch a ride from Des's classmate's (Kai En) mum. We had to reach the Kompleks 3K MPSJ Serdang Jaya's badminton stadium at 9.15 a.m. There were oredi a lot of parents/spectators and students in the hall. Some younger kids (3 or 4-year olds) were crying and some were running around with either parent chasing after them, some were shouting/screaming – HAVOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9.30 a.m., the National Anthem and the school's song were presented by the teachers and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st event started off with the 3-year olds doing an obstacle race with their parents (which I suppose was a bit difficult with too many stages). The parents had to hold the kid and let the kid jump on the trampoline 10 times, then run to pick up a ball from the basket and the kid had to jump on 5 hoops placed on the ground and put the ball into another basket. Next the kid had to walk on a piece of wood with the parents holding him/her. Finally, they (kid and parents) had to place a piece of newspaper and step on it and get another from behind and step on it (so on and so forth) until they reached the finishing line. I really feel it was such a troublesome event for 3-year-old kids who didn't even know what was happening. Some clinged to the parents and it was like the parents doing the obstacle instead. Maybe it was the school's idea to let the family enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des participated in 2 events – Sack hopping race and another was to apply lipstick on mommy's lips and to put on socks for Pappy. As Pappy was not  present, Teacher Linda was kind enough to become 'Pappy' for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MINI OLYMPIC GAMES, Q-DEES TAMAN SERDANG UTAMA SPORTS DAY, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7fI54Wd4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/vVCEGPxj34A/s1600-h/Pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7fI54Wd4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/vVCEGPxj34A/s400/Pic-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228361561492846466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7e9ERT2ZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/unG8HaDgFDw/s1600-h/Pic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7e9ERT2ZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/unG8HaDgFDw/s400/Pic-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228361358123456914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7ezu4rbvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9sGbdUsONWE/s1600-h/Pic-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7ezu4rbvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9sGbdUsONWE/s400/Pic-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228361197764177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7emipfj3I/AAAAAAAAA78/swqpcFXfytE/s1600-h/Pic-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7emipfj3I/AAAAAAAAA78/swqpcFXfytE/s400/Pic-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228360971140960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7eeX3wVrI/AAAAAAAAA70/HMDhADGiwEM/s1600-h/Pic-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7eeX3wVrI/AAAAAAAAA70/HMDhADGiwEM/s320/Pic-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228360830809036466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 3-year olds were the first to receive the medals, followed by the 4 and 5-year olds and the 6-year olds were the last. After the presentation of the medals, we were treated to buffet lunch (not without having paid RM30). As the 6-year olds were the last to receive the medals, we were oso the last batch to go into the hall for the buffet lunch. The following was what I commented in &lt;a href="http://msaufong.com/2008/07/sq-kindy-sport-day/"&gt;Msau's&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! U had 2 plates and so much food. Organisation for the food was indeed very bad. By the time, the 6 years old received their medals, the food was mostly gone oredi. When I and Des went to the hall, we had only fried mee, meehun, fried chicken and some fruits only. Wanted to go for a 2nd round, SEMUA SUDAH HABIS pulak! Of course lor, some came with THE ENTIRE FAMILY (even with grandparents, relatives, maids) and walloped (filled the plates like ‘mountain’) but can’t blame the school too cos how to control people for coming to support hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my opinion, the school shouldn't have let parents participate in the events in the 1st place cos the scene was like a 'fish market' with so many parents on the 'field' (like last year's where parents did not participate, everything was well organised). And maybe they should have assigned some parents to help to control the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's event ended at about 12 noon, Kai En's mum drove us back and once we reached home, I had to drag Pappy to take me out for lunch .... haiya cos stomach was still not filled up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/19614939-6350087203008021100?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/6350087203008021100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=6350087203008021100&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6350087203008021100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6350087203008021100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/07/dess-kindy-sports-day-2008.html' title='Des&apos;s Kindy Sports Day 2008'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SI7fI54Wd4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/vVCEGPxj34A/s72-c/Pic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-2257364831417046254</id><published>2008-07-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Found these 2 pics while I was browsing thru Destinee's photo folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y5zTy09LI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Uen8n43cLcw/s1600-h/2-pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y5zTy09LI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Uen8n43cLcw/s400/2-pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187225161961895090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Both the pics were taken during Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Top pic: Taken in 2006 (4 years old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom pic: Taken in 2008 (6 years old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooo ..... eeeee ..... the 2 pics reminds me of how my girl has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onelittle2.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; (if u are reading), remember this pretty dress? It was sent last year but was a bit too large then (Wien's size is 'bigger' than Des [heehee]). It was only recently dat Des could wear. Thank u so very muchie Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhzNBgEDPI/AAAAAAAAA60/UIbWfibtfQM/s1600-h/Jess%27s+dress+%28front%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhzNBgEDPI/AAAAAAAAA60/UIbWfibtfQM/s400/Jess%27s+dress+%28front%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222050435514502386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Front of the dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhzHPVztAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C-9O1nWena8/s1600-h/Jess%27s+dress+%28back%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhzHPVztAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C-9O1nWena8/s400/Jess%27s+dress+%28back%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222050336150369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Back of the dres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever she's free, she is always and enjoys drawing. Below are some of them which are for keeps.&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-hTy09TI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6H52yANiyvo/s1600-h/Map+%28treasure+hunt%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-hTy09TI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6H52yANiyvo/s400/Map+%28treasure+hunt%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187230350282388786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Her Map to the Treasure Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;I was told the "X' marks where the treasure is.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's inside? (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-XDy09SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1SNnvm_7sDQ/s1600-h/Des+saying+bye-bye+b4+going+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-XDy09SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1SNnvm_7sDQ/s400/Des+saying+bye-bye+b4+going+to+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187230174188729634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Saying and waving bye-bye to Mommy on her way to school.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's standing at the grille door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-Pjy09RI/AAAAAAAAA18/uVRy4Lv9_Ps/s1600-h/Does+not+share.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y-Pjy09RI/AAAAAAAAA18/uVRy4Lv9_Ps/s400/Does+not+share.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187230045339710738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;A picture which she saw in a book and drew on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a selfish girl having all the sweets and doesn't share with her fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y9dTy09QI/AAAAAAAAA10/9sPHQ1Y4Dbo/s1600-h/Wedding+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y9dTy09QI/AAAAAAAAA10/9sPHQ1Y4Dbo/s400/Wedding+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187229182051284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Destinee's on the left, Pappy's in the centre and Mommy's on the right.&lt;/span&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_zMBjy09UI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Akr5o8ZFZ-0/s1600-h/Papa+no+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_zMBjy09UI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Akr5o8ZFZ-0/s400/Papa+no+good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187245197984331074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When her Pappy disturbs her, dat's what she'll draw and write when she got irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SEZBx9AF7jI/AAAAAAAAA38/LNsrTl0O-Xc/s1600-h/Sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SEZBx9AF7jI/AAAAAAAAA38/LNsrTl0O-Xc/s400/Sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207922345544904242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;When she knew she did something wrong and&lt;br /&gt;when Papa and Mommy didn't take notice of her.&lt;/span&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-wGIOJNLI/AAAAAAAAA50/dYGxals50BE/s1600-h/Noddy+and+Tessy+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-wGIOJNLI/AAAAAAAAA50/dYGxals50BE/s400/Noddy+and+Tessy+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215080512850834610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Recognise the 2 figures?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dat's Noddy on the left and&lt;br /&gt;Tessy Bear on the right from&lt;br /&gt;"Make way for Noddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-xhzCiGII/AAAAAAAAA58/6wXFVJtHs8g/s1600-h/Animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-xhzCiGII/AAAAAAAAA58/6wXFVJtHs8g/s400/Animals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215082087712954498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She learnt this from Art Time, Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;Cat, Horse, Lion, Tiger, Bear and Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHiPXcQhdEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ewo72GEp79s/s1600-h/Healthy+Food+Plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHiPXcQhdEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ewo72GEp79s/s400/Healthy+Food+Plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222081400821347394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was done in school during Science lesson on Healthy Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And her lastest 'love': &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sand Art Craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SH8Eodh52BI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_gvepstKbAM/s1600-h/Sand+paper+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SH8Eodh52BI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_gvepstKbAM/s400/Sand+paper+Art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223899185941174290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was her first experience and she 'fell in love' with the art, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of course with a little help from Pappy peeling off the unwanted pre-cut areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. She has been asking her Pappy to take her to the shopping mall to practise her skills. I know she'll get bored with her 'new love' eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, let's see.&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/19614939-2257364831417046254?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/2257364831417046254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=2257364831417046254&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2257364831417046254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2257364831417046254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/07/bits-and-bits.html' title='Bits and bits'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R_y5zTy09LI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Uen8n43cLcw/s72-c/2-pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4145504613491884005</id><published>2008-07-12T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:18.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Year Assessment  (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was time of the year to collect Destinee's mid year assessment from her school during the Teachers'/Parents' Meeting in June. As usual, it was I who had 'butterflies' in my stomach when it was my turn to meet Des's class teacher, Teacher Linda. I took a deep breath when Teacher Linda smiled and said "these are what u are waiting for" and handed me the papers (English, Bahasa Malaysia and Maths).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhb5E9JwjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/CBTmrG9vJSk/s1600-h/English,+BM+and+Maths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhb5E9JwjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/CBTmrG9vJSk/s400/English,+BM+and+Maths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222024804076995122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, Des is being taught additions of tens and ones with tens and ones in school. I must admit dat Des is not very good as she's still confused with the tens and ones (she's still blur-blur which numbers are the tens and the ones and sometimes will write the answer the opposite way, eg. the answer to 74 + 15 is 89 but she will write 98 as the answer *sweats*). Teacher Linda remarked in her report card dat Des needed more practices. Well, I guess I need to 'brush' up her maths by letting her practise more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Teacher Linda, I went to see Teacher Amanda (Des's Mandarin teacher) and was handed the result of Des's Chinese Assessment paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhcJ4IL4zI/AAAAAAAAA6U/guHdrHFJBvM/s1600-h/Chinese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhcJ4IL4zI/AAAAAAAAA6U/guHdrHFJBvM/s400/Chinese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222025092691387186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told Teacher Amanda dat I'm a 'banana' in Mandarin and I felt grateful and happy when she agreed to help me by writing the 'hanyu pinyin' to the 'new' Chinese words in Des's reading book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher Amanda told me Des has improved a lot in her Chinese reading and writing. When it comes to writing, she writes faster and neater now. Dat was quite a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhcmp9JBzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/pgHRfjKpMYE/s1600-h/Neat+Chinese+handwriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhcmp9JBzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/pgHRfjKpMYE/s400/Neat+Chinese+handwriting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222025587103172402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I've checked thru her papers, I heaved a sigh of relief. It was like I sat for the assessment and finally got thru *phew*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as for the reward she wanted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHh_ukbbDtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_G8bFYw_y-A/s1600-h/Princess+Coin+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHh_ukbbDtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_G8bFYw_y-A/s400/Princess+Coin+Box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222064205965496018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Princess Coin Box&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/19614939-4145504613491884005?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4145504613491884005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4145504613491884005&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4145504613491884005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4145504613491884005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/07/mid-year-assessment-2008.html' title='Mid Year Assessment  (2008)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SHhb5E9JwjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/CBTmrG9vJSk/s72-c/English,+BM+and+Maths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4415485724560340136</id><published>2008-06-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:21.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a back dated post on Father's Day, very back dated indeed (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_7H_plnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/30srK483nGI/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_7H_plnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/30srK483nGI/s400/Father%27s+Day+Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027547253347954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father's Day 'present' made by Des during her Art Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained dat the green coloured hair is Pappy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red coloured hair is herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's supposed to be photo frame (heehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to dinner by youngest SIL to her celebrate her FIL's birthday on 14th June and oso to celebrate Father's Day at Ah Yat Abalone Forum Restaurant in Avenue K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_wPmrvnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/M1MuxWEKvfc/s1600-h/One+of+the+tables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_wPmrvnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/M1MuxWEKvfc/s400/One+of+the+tables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215027360317554290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_Q9P4MsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GtLCFWadoWU/s1600-h/1.+Sharksfin+with+Abalone+%26+Bamboo+Fungus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_Q9P4MsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GtLCFWadoWU/s400/1.+Sharksfin+with+Abalone+%26+Bamboo+Fungus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026822814118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The first dish on the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braised Sharksfin with Abalone &amp;amp; Bamboo Fungus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_Mv3HCbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/BOuoisvcRTY/s1600-h/2.+BBQ+Suckling+Khinzir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_Mv3HCbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/BOuoisvcRTY/s400/2.+BBQ+Suckling+Khinzir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026750501095858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ Suckling Khinzir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rest of the meat were cut and fried with special XO sauce.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-uQdZXFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/XsH_a60TLCM/s1600-h/3.+Cod+Fish+with+Hawaiian+nut+%26+Veggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-uQdZXFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/XsH_a60TLCM/s400/3.+Cod+Fish+with+Hawaiian+nut+%26+Veggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026226675670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cod Fish with Hawaiian nut &amp;amp; Veggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-qH1EDdI/AAAAAAAAA48/yzQIuoD-zlg/s1600-h/4.+Sauted+Prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-qH1EDdI/AAAAAAAAA48/yzQIuoD-zlg/s400/4.+Sauted+Prawns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026155639541202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Saute Prawns with fried ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-bE16ewI/AAAAAAAAA40/C63puKonh1E/s1600-h/5.+Abalone+%26+Sea+Cucumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-bE16ewI/AAAAAAAAA40/C63puKonh1E/s400/5.+Abalone+%26+Sea+Cucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215025897139763970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stewed Abalone &amp;amp; Sea Cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-WstOQpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/jcfEpxDL2EI/s1600-h/6.+Prawns+wrapped+in+Bamboo+Fungus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-WstOQpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/jcfEpxDL2EI/s400/6.+Prawns+wrapped+in+Bamboo+Fungus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215025821941383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Prawns wrapped in Bamboo Fungus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-CfHu3AI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZK_Pie4IFaE/s1600-h/7.+Baked+Mango+Pudding+in+Coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9-CfHu3AI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZK_Pie4IFaE/s400/7.+Baked+Mango+Pudding+in+Coconut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215025474697092098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Baked Mango Pudding in Coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were 3 other dishes which I forgot to snap – steamed chicken, braised noodles and 2 varieties of dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF97rR4_pwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/_wF8MwIaQJo/s1600-h/8.+Khai+Quan,+Des+and+Lum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF97rR4_pwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/_wF8MwIaQJo/s320/8.+Khai+Quan,+Des+and+Lum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215022876985370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Khai Quan (5 yrs old), Des (6 yrs old) and&lt;br /&gt;Lum Lum (7 yrs old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aiyo, Des's soooooo small size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF97hQfk3tI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ALxgkps6vhQ/s1600-h/9.+Yau+and+Lum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF97hQfk3tI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ALxgkps6vhQ/s320/9.+Yau+and+Lum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215022704811630290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Des likes to be with her cousin Lum Lum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-o0fEfRqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hICdmZ_DpEw/s1600-h/Yau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF-o0fEfRqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hICdmZ_DpEw/s400/Yau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215072513165313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Des with her signature pose&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/19614939-4415485724560340136?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4415485724560340136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4415485724560340136&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4415485724560340136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4415485724560340136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-on-fathers-day.html' title='What happened on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SF9_7H_plnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/30srK483nGI/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4296149579067455923</id><published>2008-06-08T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:21.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lap Sap Po" (Rubbish woman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dat's the new nickname given to me by Pappy *duh*. Why? Because I've been collecting 'rubbish' for my fren's, Cathy, daughter to bring to her school to collect stamped stars. After collecting about 20 stars, she'll receive a present from her teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What an encouragement for kids to practise and understand what recycling is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I heard what the kindy's doing, I immediately collected the 'rubbish' and gave them to the little girl and am still doing so. Too bad the kindy which Destinee goes to does not carry out such practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to collect all kinds of bottles, cans, plastic containers, boxes (of course not any from outside whereas from what I've emptied and used) and keep them inside the storeroom and dat's why the bulk of rubbish is taking up quite a lot of space in the room. As such, it has become, a hobby *blek*. No worries, no worries, I wash and clean all my rubbish before keeping them, therefore they are all very clean and odourless. It's really a waste to throw away what can be recycled, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7IEcUmt9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AYhsx27VqWQ/s1600-h/RECYCLE-(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201314598307149778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7IEcUmt9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AYhsx27VqWQ/s400/RECYCLE-%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7H78Umt8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YFvZi1-gSlc/s1600-h/RECYCLE-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201314452278261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7H78Umt8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YFvZi1-gSlc/s400/RECYCLE-%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7FV8Umt7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/pIbohh5RvLQ/s1600-h/RECYCLE-(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201311600419977138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7FV8Umt7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/pIbohh5RvLQ/s400/RECYCLE-%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SEQSQwu5o2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/my90uI3Tm04/s1600-h/Recycle+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207307148315960162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SEQSQwu5o2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/my90uI3Tm04/s400/Recycle+%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wonder anyone else's doing what I am doing – Collecting rubbish. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4296149579067455923?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4296149579067455923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4296149579067455923&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4296149579067455923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4296149579067455923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/06/lap-sap-po-rubbish-woman.html' title='&quot;Lap Sap Po&quot; (Rubbish woman)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SC7IEcUmt9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AYhsx27VqWQ/s72-c/RECYCLE-%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-2940014838269476105</id><published>2008-06-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:33:31.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday nite (29th May), Pappy brought a packet of 'Indian rojak' back and told me it was a fren who 'tar paued' (takeaway) for him. He purposely brought the packet back for me to eat. I had oredi cooked dinner but seeing the packet of rojak, I couldn't resist cos it had been quite sometime I've eaten Indian rojak. I didn't want to share with Pappy (how selfish of me). It was so delicious. The whole nite after eating the rojak, nothing really happened except I did feel pain in the stomach occasionally but didn't suspect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (Friday, 30th May), after preparing breakfast for Des, I did my usual routine work, swept and mopped the floor, washed the clothes. I needed to spring clean the kitchen, so, I started off by cleaning the ventilation fans, the stoves, then wiped the tiles to the whole kitchen and the cabinets. I then had a drink of milo and continued with what I had to finish in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1.30 p.m., I felt uncomfortable, I quickly cooked some mee for Des. I told Des I wasn't feeling well and felt nauseous. I quickly rushed to the toilet bowl and started my 'eeeyiok, eeeyiok'. The urge of purging came. It wasn't good, and sensing something was wrong, Des called Pappy and told him mommy was not feeling well and was vomiting and asked him to come home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to go back to the sofa to lie down and I was back to the washroom again doing 'both businesses' again and again. I vomited 7 times and emptied my bowels 6 times until what came out from my mouth was liquid, yellow in colour which tasted sooooo bitter and dat was, what I guess, 'wong tam shui' (bile water?). I was scared, really really scared and thought I was 'going off'. I felt so restless and in my mind (what I could think at dat moment) I was afraid I might faint and what would happen to Des (I was thinking 'Oh God help me'!). I pulled my strength to pick up the phone and called a fren (Ah Fang) from the other block to come over. She knew something was not rite when she heard my weak voice and I was at the verge of crying. I knew it wasn't going to be good but I still managed to change myself (die die oso must look good). Ah Fang rushed over with her 2 kids and in the meantime Pappy came back too. What I remembered was I didn't even have the strength to stand up properly. Both Pappy and Ah Fang grabbed me by the arms and I was led down to the car with the kids tagging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was I was breathing very heavily and kept saying my stomach ached very painfully. I vomited another time before entering Pappy's car. It started to drizzle and Pappy drove like he was racing in the F1 race. Then the rain began to pour. On the way, Pappy and Ah Fang kept consoling me dat we would be reaching the hospital soon and I knew Ah Fang kept rubbing my hands cos I felt cold and was told later I looked so pale and both of them were very worried. I was rushed into the emergency ward of the Pantai Cheras Medical Centre. I could remember I was placed onto a bed and was immediately put on drips. I was still aware what the doctor asked me and kept telling him I was very very uncomfortable and he assured me everything would be alrite soon. Blood was oso taken for test. I was left there on the bed and later a nurse came and made me drank Smecta. After about half an hour, the doctor came back to see how I was feeling and I told him I still felt 'lousy' and he suggested to Pappy to get me admitted so dat a specialist could monitor me. At this time, Ah Fang came to keep me company and not without the kids 'disturbing' around (no choice and luckily there were no other patients).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy went and did the necessities to have me admitted. A nurse came and wheel-chaired me to the ward on the 2nd floor (4 persons to a room). Since another fren (Cathy) came, I asked Pappy and Ah Fang to bring the kids back. A doctor (Dr. Rao) came and checked on me, asked me the same questions which the doctor in the emergency room did and he confirmed I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOD POISONING &lt;/span&gt;(I knew, I knew).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt very cold and luckily Cathy was thoughtful dat she brought a jacket for me and she was so nice to accompany me until Pappy came back after a few hours I asked her to go back and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss was informed and she came later with a tiffin carrier of porridge at around 8 ish. I thought I wouldn't be hungry when I was on drips but how come I felt sooooo hungry. I 'walloped' the plain porridge with preserved veggie but dared not eat too much for fear I might vomit again. The most troublesome was whenever I need to go to the washroom I had to drag the pole with the bag of 'sodium chloride' along *duh*. Elyss's MIL and SIL came to visit me too. At about 10.30 p.m., everyone went back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Des preferred to follow Elyss back to her house and spent the nite there) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I was left alone *unhappy look* ...... sigh ...... I knew I wouldn't be able to have a good nite sleep, the nurses came every 2 hours to check my blood pressure and my temperature cos I was a little bit feverish and 4 hourly to change my bag of 'garam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.15 a.m. I was fully awake by the sound of the cars zooming on the highway. What was in my mind was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I WANT TO GO HOME'!&lt;/span&gt; Dr. Rao made his round at about 8 a.m. and enquired how I was doing. I told him I was alrite, no more vomiting but I did lie to him dat I purge only once but in fact I purged 3 times *blek*. He did some pressings on my stomach and I told him 'no more pain' but he said I might still have occasional pains. I told him I was alrite and I didn't want to stay there and he said if I was alrite, I could go home. *Yeah*. (Dr. Rao even joked on asking me to eat more rojak in future *duh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss wanted to bring me breakfast but I told her it was not necessary as there were meals provided by the hospital. Pappy came at around 9.30 a.m. and he brought along some scallop porridge cooked by Cathy (haiyo, I was so touched). I told Pappy to go to work and I would update him later when the doctor approved of my discharge. There were 4 patients (including me) in the room but 2 oredi had been discharged. It was sooooo boring! I waited and waited and after lunch, a nurse came and removed my drip and another came and asked me to sign a paper and told me it would take about 2 to 3 hours (procedures and the insurance thingy). Immediately I called Pappy to come and he told me he was busy at the moment and would come as soon as he finished what was in hand .... sigh .... dat meant I had to wait again but luckily there was another patient and she started asking what was wrong with me and we 'blahed blahed' until Pappy came at around 3.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I was finally discharged! I had restored my energy but still on medication and I've to jot this so happening experience which taught me not to simply 'wallop' food from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy had to thank me for 'being selfish' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for not letting him share the rojak. And my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sincere thanks&lt;/span&gt; to Ah Fang, Cathy and Elyss for being so helpful.&lt;br /&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/19614939-2940014838269476105?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/2940014838269476105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=2940014838269476105&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2940014838269476105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2940014838269476105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7633812704910902069</id><published>2008-05-10T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I fetched Des from her Art Class on Friday, she handed me not only 1 but 2 Mother's Day cards! Actually, I didn't expect to receive 2. She even gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "Happy Mother's Day, I love u" (obviously this was taught by her teacher). *beaming*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZ-GjhKQI/AAAAAAAAA20/hCY05Tqp0v8/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%281%29+Art+Lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZ-GjhKQI/AAAAAAAAA20/hCY05Tqp0v8/s400/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%281%29+Art+Lesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378793338743042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZuGjhKPI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hMMlzHmYmpw/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%282%29+Art+Lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZuGjhKPI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hMMlzHmYmpw/s400/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%282%29+Art+Lesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378518460836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above card was done in school with the help of her class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;See how she drew me, no more buns *heehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZnmjhKOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LfXk93hXtr4/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%281%29+Art+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZnmjhKOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LfXk93hXtr4/s400/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%281%29+Art+Class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378406791686370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZgWjhKNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/flxIdcD6uFQ/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%282%29+Art+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZgWjhKNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/flxIdcD6uFQ/s400/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%282%29+Art+Class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378282237634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The above heart-shaped card was made during her Art Class (of course with the help of her Art teacher). Oh yes, Des attends Art lessons on Fridays after school. Notice the pair of heart-shaped earrings? Cute, aren't they? *beaming again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCR-Y2jhKSI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T-xMWyANgEA/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCR-Y2jhKSI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T-xMWyANgEA/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198418835318843682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, at home, she drew, coloured, wrote and cut this without any aid.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad u can't see me beaming. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;to all mommies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-7633812704910902069?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7633812704910902069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7633812704910902069&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7633812704910902069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7633812704910902069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/SCRZ-GjhKQI/AAAAAAAAA20/hCY05Tqp0v8/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+Card+%281%29+Art+Lesson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-8396671374907807132</id><published>2008-01-16T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok/Pattaya Trip – Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup, I went to Bangkok/Pattaya on the 23rd – 27th December with Pappy, Destinee, sis June and her hubby, Gilbert. Actually Elyss, my brother Tuck and his wifey and my good fren (Elaine) were supposed to join us but my brother was so worried about the election in Thailand on the 23rd, so he and his wife backed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, what election? There weren't any signs dat showed there was an election going on. There were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; banners or posters whatsoever like what M'sian supporters do to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'decorate'&lt;/span&gt; their 'idols' faces' all over the place and wherever they like. It was so peaceful until our Tour Guide told us who won, only did we realise and remember there WAS an election. *heehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Elyss and Elaine, they had their reasons for not going. We did change our plans of going either to Vietnam or Cambodia but the fares were quite expensive and after the hoo-haas hoo-haas, we stuck to our original plan and decided to go to Bangkok/Pattaya. Our tour agent was sooooo very nice and patient with me as I was so 'mah fun' (troublesome) and kept calling her every now and then to enquire about this and dat. She even upgraded our hotel stay to a 5-star hotel for 2 nites (1st and 4th nite) in Bangkok and we only had to pay RM50 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from the trip, I had so much work to do (what else? search me why I'm always so busy). Finally, I had the time to select, arrange and upload the photos. Okay, I'll let the photos do the 'talking'. To start off with, a pretty face to greet everyone –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W_Ob2hy6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/eco_EwrQij0/s1600-h/Des+-+inside+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W_Ob2hy6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/eco_EwrQij0/s320/Des+-+inside+plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153735603310939042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Destinee's very fist time on the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Luckily she was okay and didn't make much fuss when she had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;pressure in her left ear&lt;br /&gt;when the plane was landing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We kept letting her sip water and chew her 'sugus' sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our first experience with AA was not a sweet memorable one. We were scheduled to fly at 1:40 p.m. but was delayed until 2:30 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it was announced it was boarding time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;passengers had to queue before the gate and some people just didn't understand the word 'queue', they just jumped queue and shoved their way thru. Parents with kids &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were not&lt;/span&gt; allowed to enter first except for those who paid RM20 (special boarding pass) whereby they were able to queue in the 'special lane' and they were given the priviledge to board the plane first. We had to walk quite a distance to the plane and to climb the stairs up to the plane and passengers were like rushing to get to the plane as fast as they could as seatings were on the first-come-first-get-to-choose-the-better seats and food or drinks had to be paid for. *duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Suvarnabhumi Airport at about 3:35 p.m. and after the 'kli klak kli klak' procedures, it was oredi about 4.00 p.m., we quickly made our way to Gate 8 at Level 2 to meet our tour guide (no time to snap photos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; He introduced himself as Taworn from Forever Travel Service but he preferred us to call him 'Ah Kum'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; He was well versed in Mandarin and Cantonese. We waited for another family and together we were taken to our hotel. On the way, we made friends with Eric, Irene, their 9 year-old son Desmond and 6 year-old daughter (only known as 'jeh jeh' to Destinee). They are from PJ. Eric and his family were dropped off first to their hotel - First Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We were driven to our 5-star hotel – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pullman Bangkok King Power Hotel.&lt;/span&gt; It's a very new hotel, just opened in October 15, 2007. When we got down from the van, we were greeted by the staffs of the hotel with smiles of welcome and we could hear 'Sawatdeeka (from males) and Sawatdeekap (from females)' with the gesture of the hands clasped together like when we are praying and bowing. We were led to seats at the lobby and were entertained by 2 beautiful front desk officers. We need not go to the reception to register ourselves, the officers would get our passports and voucher from us and what surprised me was when they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;knelt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;on their knees to return the passports to us! We were even led to our rooms by the officers. Woooeeeee .... dat's what I call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD SERVICE&lt;/span&gt;. Call me 'suaku' or 'san pa por' but I really haven't stayed in a 5-star hotel with such pleasant and comfortable service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst psst &lt;a href="http://oscaryong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, I fully recommend this hotel.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-yb2hy4I/AAAAAAAAAys/2pZc1o-0A4U/s1600-h/1.+Pullman-%28lobby%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-yb2hy4I/AAAAAAAAAys/2pZc1o-0A4U/s400/1.+Pullman-%28lobby%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153735122274601858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The entrance of Pullman Bangkok King Power King Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Waiting at the lobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;amp; 4. Seats at the lobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;As the hotel is new, so everything in the room's not only brand new but very clean too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-o72hy3I/AAAAAAAAAyk/mp2pvGfdGEw/s1600-h/2.+Room-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-o72hy3I/AAAAAAAAAyk/mp2pvGfdGEw/s400/2.+Room-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153734959065844594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The entrance into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mini Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bathtub – a sliding door separating the toilet and bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-gb2hy2I/AAAAAAAAAyc/qRdo9TqRAJ4/s1600-h/3.+Room-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W-gb2hy2I/AAAAAAAAAyc/qRdo9TqRAJ4/s400/3.+Room-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153734813036956514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Settee and the 'canggih' telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Comfortable chair and table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sink area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W9Ub2hy1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/rmr72rTEedY/s1600-h/4.+Room-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W9Ub2hy1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/rmr72rTEedY/s400/4.+Room-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153733507366898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Robe. Another robe is in the closet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Digital Weighing Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. 'Souvenirs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Des in the bathtub ready to 'swim'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W8hb2hy0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/LU8eG8UCqbM/s1600-h/5.+Welcome-message.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W8hb2hy0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/LU8eG8UCqbM/s400/5.+Welcome-message.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153732631193570114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oops! When did Pappy changed his sex? *heehee*&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W8T72hyzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KzNEF3zNo2M/s1600-h/6.+Ada-gaya-poses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W8T72hyzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KzNEF3zNo2M/s400/6.+Ada-gaya-poses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153732399265336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Des made herself comfortable with her 'ada gaya' poses.&lt;br /&gt;She loved the room so much so dat she asked&lt;br /&gt;Pappy to shift over there. *slap head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notice the LCD TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W70L2hyyI/AAAAAAAAAx8/znzGgnukj1M/s1600-h/7.+View-from-Pullman-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W70L2hyyI/AAAAAAAAAx8/znzGgnukj1M/s400/7.+View-from-Pullman-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153731853804489506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Views from our room –&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming pool and garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7t72hyxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/LT-sbTs1f2U/s1600-h/8.+Pullman-Glen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7t72hyxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/LT-sbTs1f2U/s400/8.+Pullman-Glen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153731746430307090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Glen – Pub and Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our complimentary drinks from the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7hL2hywI/AAAAAAAAAxs/1QA8LHeYZcs/s1600-h/9.+Pullman-Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7hL2hywI/AAAAAAAAAxs/1QA8LHeYZcs/s400/9.+Pullman-Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153731527386974978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fountain and Christmas lightings in the Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7Xb2hyvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/r2oyw_Y7v30/s1600-h/10.+Pullman-Cuisine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W7Xb2hyvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/r2oyw_Y7v30/s400/10.+Pullman-Cuisine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153731359883250418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The restaurant – Cuisine, where we had our&lt;br /&gt;very 'moon yi' (satisfied) breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4YjhL2hy7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/QKQ5ODYbt4s/s1600-h/Pullman+Outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4YjhL2hy7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/QKQ5ODYbt4s/s400/Pullman+Outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153845876596263858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This was taken outside the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Dat's the picture of the King of Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we went, we could see the picture of the King&lt;br /&gt;or banners bearing the words 'LONG LIVE THE KING'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-8396671374907807132?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/8396671374907807132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=8396671374907807132&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8396671374907807132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/8396671374907807132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2008/01/bangkokpattaya-trip-part-1.html' title='Bangkok/Pattaya Trip – Part 1'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W_Ob2hy6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/eco_EwrQij0/s72-c/Des+-+inside+plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4234245416165054073</id><published>2008-01-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok/Pattaya Trip – Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After settling down, we (together with Eric's family) were taken to Chinatown to have our dinner in White Orchid Restaurant. Eric and family were too tired and were driven back to their hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We actually wanted to go 'jalan-jalan' in the nite market, but as it was quite late, Ah Kum told us most of the stalls would be closed and the Chatuchak Weekend Market only opens during weekends. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e decided to go to 'Big C', a shopping mall, to 'survey survey'. Gilbert was quite familiar with the place as he used to work in Bangkok a few years back. I didn't shop for anything as we needed to move on to Pattaya the next day and would be back on the 4th day, so I decided to leave my shopping till the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th December, 2007 (2nd day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got up early, brought our luggages down to the lobby and had breakfast in Restaurant Cuisine. We had a very yummylicious breakfast. Ah Kum came with Eric's family to pick us up at 7 a.m. and we were to join another 3 families. What a good arrangement – husband and wife with children. On the way, Irene (Eric's wifey) told us the hotel they stayed in was 'lousy' (the place was old, bedsheets stained, the bed smelt ......).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Ta Tien pier and we were introduced to the rest of the families – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 families were from Singapore and another from Vietnam. We boarded the long-tailed boat from the pier and off we went to Wat Arun – Temple of Dawn. Along the Menam Chao Praya (according to Ah Kum, 'Me' means Mother and 'nam' means water) we saw people travelling on boats to work, it's one of the Thai's transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W5CL2hyuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/naKaxjIwi_Y/s1600-h/11.+Along-Chao-Praya-river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W5CL2hyuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/naKaxjIwi_Y/s400/11.+Along-Chao-Praya-river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153728795787774690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;*top 2 pics, forgot the names of the buildings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;3. Wichaiprast Port (like a ship).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;4. Wat Arun from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4yr2hytI/AAAAAAAAAw4/df8D7h60NvU/s1600-h/12.+Along-Chao-Pray-river-%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4yr2hytI/AAAAAAAAAw4/df8D7h60NvU/s400/12.+Along-Chao-Pray-river-%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153728529499802322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Aboard the long-tailed boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Houses on the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Boats selling souvenirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fed the Big Fat 'Pak Sou Kungs' with bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4nr2hysI/AAAAAAAAAww/j7k7otrL5nU/s1600-h/13.+Wat-Arun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4nr2hysI/AAAAAAAAAww/j7k7otrL5nU/s400/13.+Wat-Arun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153728340521241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Views from Wat Arun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  The temple was made from Chinese ballast porcelain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After visiting Wat Arun, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he 20 of us boarded a 22-seat coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and were on our way to Pattaya. On the way, we visited the Sriracha Tiger Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the Zoo, one can find harmony amongst animals. Harmony amongst animals? Rite, I did say dat. This is one Zoo in the world where one can watch different types of animals staying together, such as a mother pig feeding tiger cubs with her milk and a tigress looking after piglets. In other enclosures, there are dogs staying together with  tigers and pigs too. Amazing, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4er2hyrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/pPAa6b8sA1k/s1600-h/14.+Sriracha-Tiger-Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4er2hyrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/pPAa6b8sA1k/s400/14.+Sriracha-Tiger-Zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153728185902418610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Sriracha Tiger Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tigress staying with piglets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Piglets with a Tigress nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mother pig feeding tiger cubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inside the zoo, we watched the tiger and pig circus, pig racing and crocodile show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4Sr2hyqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-00sJjOCBBQ/s1600-h/15.+Sriracha-Tiger-Zoo-%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W4Sr2hyqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-00sJjOCBBQ/s400/15.+Sriracha-Tiger-Zoo-%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153727979743988386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Elephant Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;2. &amp;amp; 3. Crocodile show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;4. Des feeding the rabbits with long beans (5 baht per 5 strands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We reached Pattaya in the late evening and went for an early dinner in the Palladium. After dinner, Ah Kum suggested we go for the Alcazar Cabaret Show (800 baht/person) and no one disagreed. No 'other' shows cos there were spouses and kids *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stage, professional transvestites presented artistic impersonations with songs and stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3c72hypI/AAAAAAAAAwY/UrJMG511mLI/s1600-h/16.+Alcazar-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3c72hypI/AAAAAAAAAwY/UrJMG511mLI/s400/16.+Alcazar-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153727056326019730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3KL2hyoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/U8mr3nfmiZY/s1600-h/17.+Alcazar-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3KL2hyoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/U8mr3nfmiZY/s400/17.+Alcazar-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153726734203472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the show, we and another family from S'pore (Little Hazel with her parents and elder brother Dan) were separated from the rest (another hotel) and we were transferred to the All Seasons Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2Y72hyjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/mw-igFWu_NQ/s1600-h/21.+All-Seasons-Pattaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2Y72hyjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/mw-igFWu_NQ/s320/21.+All-Seasons-Pattaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153725888094915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;All Seasons Hotel's Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was free and leisure after we checked in. Pappy, June and Gilbert decided to try the Thai massage. Des was too tired and felt sleepy, so I had to stay back to accompany her ... sigh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th December, 2007 (3rd day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morning call was at 6 a.m., and pick-up was at 7 a.m. We were reminded to be as casual and just bring along towels with us. Riding on the boat was quite an experience for Des. Surprisingly she was not scared at all as the boat rode 'high and low' in the sea. We stopped at one of the platforms and those interested had a try at parachuting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride from Pattaya to Coral Island on boat was about 30 minutes. Too bad it was the aftermath of a high tide and we could only see rows and rows of deck chairs on the beach. Pappy rented a swimming ring (100 baht) and took Des to the shore to play. June and I relaxed on the 'free' deck chairs (20 baht per chair if swimming ring was not rented).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminder:&lt;/span&gt; If possible don't wear long pants as one need to get down from the boat into the water and walk a little distance before reaching the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3D72hynI/AAAAAAAAAwI/aJGxb2zcl58/s1600-h/18.+Coral-Island---Pattaya-Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W3D72hynI/AAAAAAAAAwI/aJGxb2zcl58/s400/18.+Coral-Island---Pattaya-Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153726626829290098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Pappy getting ready to 'fly'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gilbert waving at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;amp; 4. Des playing with sand on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After half day at the beach, we went back to the hotel to 'wash' ourselves and off we went for our lunch in a restaurant. We had typical Thai Food this time – Pineapple Rice, Tong Yam Gung, Crabs fried Thai Style, Steamed Fish Thai style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During lunch the past 2 days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we had normal dishes, not too spicy, due to our group had 8 kids from 5 families – 10 dishes course which consisted portions of fish, pork, chicken, veggie, soup and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the World's Greatest Jewelry Store at Gems Gallery Pattaya (no cameras were allowed). Inside the store, we were taken on a train ride to explore how the gems were excavated. It was like going into a 'haunted house' cos it was dark and there were man-made explosions from the 'volcanoes' and Des cried and clinged to me throughout the 'journey'. It was interesting though, of how people came to discover about the gems and how they went through the procedures from excavating till the gems were displayed to be sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Noong Nooch Tropical Garden was our next destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:MS Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Thai village with cultural and traditional performances (graceful dances from all over the Thai country, sword fighting, Thai kick-boxing, etc.) and an elephant show (where elephants painted with their trunks, played football, basketball, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:MS Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W27r2hymI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rVJVfUqOtaY/s1600-h/19.+Noong-Nooch-Tropical-Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W27r2hymI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rVJVfUqOtaY/s400/19.+Noong-Nooch-Tropical-Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153726485095369314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had to travel for a distance on the coach until it was almost dinner time and this time round we went to have Chinese food at Southern Soong Chinese Restaurant in Hotel Beverly Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2pr2hylI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wB-Rj_gMDb4/s1600-h/20.+Chinese-Rest---Pappy-shooti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2pr2hylI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wB-Rj_gMDb4/s400/20.+Chinese-Rest---Pappy-shooti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153726175857723986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Entrance to Southern Soong Chinese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aquarium recycled from old TV.&lt;br /&gt;3. Destinee with Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pappy showing off his shooting result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was free and leisure at nite again and we suggested Ah Kum to take us for supper. At 10 p.m., off we went to the restaurant where we had dinner the day before to have our 'Bird's Nest, Sharksfin soup and Glass Noodle' supper (800 baht per set for 2 persons). The Bird's Nest was double-boiled in coconut, Glass Noodle was fried with crab's claw', Sharksfin was cooked with abalone, scallop and crab's meat ...... wooooeeeee ..... soooooo full and satisfied. *too bad forgot to bring the camera along*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th December, 2007 (4th day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After having breakfast at the hotel's cafe, we checked out and had to be back in Bangkok again. It was shopping for local stuffs in one of the shops. Next, we went to a Herbs' Outlet, nothing interesting. I nearly dozed off hearing the 'blahs blahs blahs' about the different types and the usefulness of the herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until here, we were separated into 2 groups – our family to Safari World and the rest to Theme Park World. Ah Kum led the other group (sort of missed him) while we followed another guide (can't remember his name). We had buffet lunch in the restaurant in Safari World (specially to serve tourists) – the worst meal – no doubt the not-so-tasty food were in abundance (replenished every now and then) but there were only a few varieties and there were hundreds of people from all over the world who no choice had to take the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2A72hyiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/89N7sCwIO_4/s1600-h/22.+Scenes-from-Safari-World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W2A72hyiI/AAAAAAAAAvg/89N7sCwIO_4/s400/22.+Scenes-from-Safari-World.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153725475778054690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Marching our way into the Safari World.&lt;br /&gt;2. Signboard and Pond.&lt;br /&gt;3. Public Buffet Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;4. Des with her 'tiger' hat.&lt;br /&gt;5. Entrance to Dolphin show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6. Floating Market display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;After the not-so-full lunch, we queued up for the dolphin show. June said it was nothing compared to the dolphin show in 'Hoi Yong Kung Yuin (Ocean Park), HKG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W1Tb2hygI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5Cv77GEaoNA/s1600-h/23.+Dolphins-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W1Tb2hygI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5Cv77GEaoNA/s320/23.+Dolphins-show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153724694094006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dolphins putting on a show. There were 2 white dolphins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W1Gr2hyfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fT8inI6G4S4/s1600-h/24.+Open-Safari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W1Gr2hyfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fT8inI6G4S4/s400/24.+Open-Safari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153724475050674674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Open Safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;The animals looked like they had been starved.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they were not interested in us. (heehee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0-L2hyeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JTBO0HhORps/s1600-h/25.+Spy-War-and-Four-Face-Buddh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0-L2hyeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JTBO0HhORps/s320/25.+Spy-War-and-Four-Face-Buddh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153724329021786594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Above: Interesting Spy War show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There were explosions and water splashed when the speed boats turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*don't choose the seats at the 1st six rows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Des cried and screamed to go out but luckily after some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;consoling she calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below: The Erawan Shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hazel's family praying.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After visiting the animals in Safari World, it was time for us to travel back to Bangkok. It was 'gau gau chee' (sleeping) all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We reached Bangkok at about 4 p.m. (Thai time) and the next destination in our itinerary was to visit the tourist attraction of the Erawan Shrine (Four-Faced Buddha). Funny thing was dat the shrine was not inside a temple (as what I expected) but it was in an open air space located at a junction. We paid 20 baht for a set of incenses, candles and flowers to pray. We were taught to start praying in a clockwise direction from the entrance of the shrine, offering the flowers, candles and incenses to the 4-faced Buddha at the 4 corners. After praying, we paid a fee of 480 baht for 4 dancers to perform a classical dance *forgot to ask someone to take pics of us sitting down to pray as the dancers danced*. So, u can imagine the eyes watching us 'performed' (heehee). It was like what Hazel's family did in the pic above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We went to the nearby MBK (Mah Boon Krong) Department Store. Time was limited and after some rounds, we found NOTHING for our liking to buy instead we went to have a quick bowl of 'Ramen' in one of the food outlets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After about ten minutes of travel in the 7-seater van, we reached the Twin Towers Hotel to have our buffet dinner – another 'lousy' meal. We rather we had outside food if we knew it was dat bad so our stomach was like half-full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After dinner, it was 'whoooopeeee' feeling to be back in Pullman Bangkok King Power Hotel again! From then, it was free and leisure till we go to the airport the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We decided to take a taxi to go for supper in Chinatown. What did we have? Bird's Nest of course! We tried 4 types of double-boiled bird's nest in one of the famous restaurant – Nam Sing Restaurant. Yummy, Yummy, Yummy .... slurp, slurp, slurp. After dat, we had a stroll in the streets. There were sooooo much food but too bad our tummy could not fill anymore but still we did try the wantan mee in one of the stalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0Q72hydI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PGOdKZRVZgg/s1600-h/26.+Bird%27s-Nest-and-Chinatown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0Q72hydI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PGOdKZRVZgg/s400/26.+Bird%27s-Nest-and-Chinatown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153723551632706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Different bowls of bird's nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2. The restaurant we went for our bird's nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Scenes from Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th December, 2007 (5th and last day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Had our yummylicious breakfast in the Cuisine again, checked out and left our luggages with the luggage department, after which we went by taxi to do our last minute shopping at Big C and Pratunam Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get back to the hotel by 3 p.m. (Thai time) but very difficult to hail a taxi from Big C, so reached the hotel by 3:30 p.m. where Ah Kum was oredi waiting for us at the lobby to transport us to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was at 6:00 p.m. but was delayed for 40 minutes. We had to queued again (cos we din pay for the xpress boarding pass again) and was transported from a bus to the plane – darn long journey from the exit to the plane and Des had to sleep at this time. Pappy had to carry her and to stand all the way in the bus and the bus was packed like 'sardines'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June told me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA SUCKS! NO MORE FLIGHTS ON AA FOR HER! &lt;/span&gt;I thought too to myself OR will pay extra for the Xpress Boarding Pass to get in first! If not, how AA earns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;We had a bad experience with SOME mainland people from China. They not only jumped queue, they talked as if the waiting area was their home (loud and shouted as if their friends were deaf). Maybe they din learn to queue or din know the meaning of queueing ... sigh .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was when we were in the plane, a foul smell was in the air and we noticed the people next to us (after the aisle) were blocking their nose with their hands and giving us frowns and indicated dat the smell came from behind them (those people lor). At first we thought the smell was from their feet cos they took off their shoes! The steward was informed and he came and sprayed some air freshener at the bottom of the 2 rows of seats. One of the Chinese woman understood and said dat it was not from their feet and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she even held her feet up and smelt to prove to us dat her feet was not smelly! YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later we found out the smell was not from their feet (when the steward came to pick up the rubbish from our meals) cos the foul smell was in the air again. IT WAS FROM SOMETHING THEY BROUGHT UP THE PLANE AND ATE AND THEY THREW THE REMAINS ON THE FLOOR! Wuah lau eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached LCCT at about 11 ish and Elyss came with Eugene to pick us up. Went to Lian Seng's food court (near Tmn. Connaught) to have late supper and reached home at about 12 ish. We had to leave the unpacking till the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Boy oh boy, darn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0B72hycI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vAcPDMt5pN4/s1600-h/Boat+Transportation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4W0B72hycI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vAcPDMt5pN4/s320/Boat+Transportation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153723293934668226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Travel by boat was a common transportation by the Thais.&lt;/span&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4Wz6r2hybI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Yb7fwXzF0tM/s1600-h/27.+Thai-Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4Wz6r2hybI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Yb7fwXzF0tM/s400/27.+Thai-Food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153723169380616626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pineapple rice, Thai styled fried crabs, Tom Yam Gung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4Wz2b2hyaI/AAAAAAAAAug/61V02nQuZ8s/s1600-h/28.+Misc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R4Wz2b2hyaI/AAAAAAAAAug/61V02nQuZ8s/s400/28.+Misc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153723096366172578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Yummylicious Fried Kueyteow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2. Wantan, Duck noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;3. Destinee's loot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;4. My loot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dat's it! The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BANGKOK! 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Ordered my favourite sharksfin soup, steamed 'Soon Hock' (don't know what u call this fish in English), steamed soy sauce Tiger prawns, Lotus Root with mixed veggie and macadamia nuts, Angle Loofa with taufu. Wow! So yummy, yummy, yummy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too bad I was sneezing and wrapping 'wantons' non-stop throughout dinner *uuu wah uuu wah* (borrowed from Little Jayden). Such luck! Really spoiled my mood and appetite!  Sorry, din bring camera to take pictures cos nothing special about the dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of all things, I forgot to order my favourite baked escargots with cheese. *duh* and *double duh* Will ask Pappy to go again when I'm better *ngek ngek ngek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we've been to this restaurant a few times and had taken some pics of the dishes we ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood changed when I received this present from Elyss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v-CsB9TZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Tyx6jEcf6rU/s1600-h/New+Camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v-CsB9TZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Tyx6jEcf6rU/s400/New+Camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141982721706118546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My new handset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss told me when she bought this handset for me, she told the salesperson dat she needed one for her mom and with bluetooth function. When the salesperson heard the handset was for her mom, he told Elyss she need not get a 'canggih' one for an 'old folk' (lou yan kar). He expected Elyss's mom to be an old lady. *duh* What the .......  He was lucky I was not there! 'Kui dou mei sei kor'! (he hasn't been dead before). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAH HAHAHA! But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;actually I don't even know what bluetooth is for (hohoho). Hearing my frens have 'canggih' handsets I wanted one too (kekeke). Anyway, thank u so very muchie, Elyss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*muaaahhhhh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Saturday), we were invited by a fren to BBQ in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v96MB9TYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OBr0D1uekS4/s1600-h/BBQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v96MB9TYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OBr0D1uekS4/s400/BBQ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141982575677230466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This pic was taken by my new handset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinee and I enjoyed ourselves so much. I enjoyed the BBQ (there were so much food) and Des enjoyed herself running around and playing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, 9th Decemeber, Pappy was soooooooo nice to drive me to South City Plaza to watch my all time favourite group – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wynners!&lt;/span&gt; They were in town to promote their concert in Stadium Merdeka on 31st December but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only 3&lt;/span&gt; (Alan Tam, Bennet Pang and Danny Yip) of them came. The other 2 members, Kenny Bee and Anthony Chan were unable to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy even bought the double CDs for me and which I didn't at all expect him to do and which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he even queued up and went up the stage to get the signatures&lt;/span&gt; for me! (I was away taking Des to the washroom) When we came back, he handed me the CDs (with signatutres). Oooooo ...... oh boy, can u imagine how touched I was? Yup, I was almost in tears. *blek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9sMB9TXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/aFuGWhVCf_Y/s1600-h/Wynners+CD+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9sMB9TXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/aFuGWhVCf_Y/s400/Wynners+CD+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141982335159061874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The cover of the CDs. See the 3 signatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9ncB9TWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dKVZFGm-BvU/s1600-h/Wynners+CDs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9ncB9TWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dKVZFGm-BvU/s400/Wynners+CDs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141982253554683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 2 CDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even got me this poster! Yoohoo! (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9d8B9TVI/AAAAAAAAArs/dU8nsp33Qz0/s1600-h/Wynners%27+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v9d8B9TVI/AAAAAAAAArs/dU8nsp33Qz0/s400/Wynners%27+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141982090345925970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too bad I might &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be going to see The Wynners on 31st December cos there's no one to accompany me. *sob sob sob* Or ........ I might go alone .... let's see ..... Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?&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/19614939-2042851832681668572?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/2042851832681668572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=2042851832681668572&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2042851832681668572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2042851832681668572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-i-spent-my-birthday.html' title='How I spent my birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1v-CsB9TZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Tyx6jEcf6rU/s72-c/New+Camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4358635260473841640</id><published>2007-12-10T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Ramano, Unique Fisherman and Jogoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back dated post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESTAURANT 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be up after my Cameron Highlands trip but again 'dillied dallyed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Cameron Highlands, our fren (May) took us to this restaurant in Taman Tun. The place was cosy, quiet and good for couples to go for a romantic meal. We went there with all the kids, so u can imagine the 'hoo hahs hoo hahs'. Luckily there were no other patrons (cos it was about 4 p.m.) if not I was sure we were be glared at (heehee). The food we ordered were simply yummy yummy and slurp slurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBKX374G3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/HhHq9LLdcwg/s1600-h/Sphagetti+with+Creamy+Mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBKX374G3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/HhHq9LLdcwg/s400/Sphagetti+with+Creamy+Mushroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120674550332791666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sphagetti with Creamy Mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo7nHCIcyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Z6eH3RnAkoI/s1600-h/Sphagetti+Porto+Romano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo7nHCIcyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Z6eH3RnAkoI/s400/Sphagetti+Porto+Romano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109962270294176546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBMwn74G5I/AAAAAAAAAos/ebQkVE_dwyc/s1600-h/Sphagetti+Porto+Romano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBMwn74G5I/AAAAAAAAAos/ebQkVE_dwyc/s400/Sphagetti+Porto+Romano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120677174557809554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sphagetti Porto Romano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo7eXCIcxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/70MhxohQpXg/s1600-h/Pizza+Meditarranean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo7eXCIcxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/70MhxohQpXg/s400/Pizza+Meditarranean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109962119970321170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBNDH74G6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kY5YnhPh_Ms/s1600-h/Pizza+Porto+Ramano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBNDH74G6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kY5YnhPh_Ms/s400/Pizza+Porto+Ramano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120677492385389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pizza Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo6UnCIcwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uFwppPo1CVw/s1600-h/Pizza+Porto+Ramano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo6UnCIcwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uFwppPo1CVw/s400/Pizza+Porto+Ramano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109960852954968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBMSH74G4I/AAAAAAAAAok/4whtV206sQw/s1600-h/Pizza+Meditarranean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBMSH74G4I/AAAAAAAAAok/4whtV206sQw/s400/Pizza+Meditarranean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120676650571799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pizza Porto Romano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo6GHCIcvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/u-mOWDkGkRc/s1600-h/Tables+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo6GHCIcvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/u-mOWDkGkRc/s400/Tables+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109960603846865650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo55HCIcuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/L6SiS9aQLxE/s1600-h/Tables+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Ruo55HCIcuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/L6SiS9aQLxE/s400/Tables+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109960380508566242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The 'Library' at a corner&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1zHvMB9TaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/H7uVINRmSJM/s1600-h/Book+Shelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1zHvMB9TaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/H7uVINRmSJM/s400/Book+Shelf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142204488047480226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Book Shelf&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1zJicB9TbI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EeOlKtdBTCQ/s1600-h/Porto+Romano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R1zJicB9TbI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EeOlKtdBTCQ/s400/Porto+Romano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142206468027403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This was the Restaurant we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESTAURANT 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went for dinner with Pappy's family at this Unique Fisherman restaurant in Jalan Cheras. I was talking so much about this restaurant to some of my frens and even recommended them to dine there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupV0XCIc9I/AAAAAAAAAko/u920ClftTwg/s1600-h/Unique+Fisherman+%28serviette%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupV0XCIc9I/AAAAAAAAAko/u920ClftTwg/s400/Unique+Fisherman+%28serviette%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109991085229765586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupVJHCIc8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/4Bb64gHlre0/s1600-h/Unique+Fisherman+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupVJHCIc8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/4Bb64gHlre0/s400/Unique+Fisherman+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109990342200423362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupUxXCIc7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/aFOD9u2Nlwg/s1600-h/Uniqe+Fisherman+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupUxXCIc7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/aFOD9u2Nlwg/s400/Uniqe+Fisherman+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109989934178530226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;One can choose/order the type of seafood and&lt;br /&gt;can be advised on how the seafood is to be cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupIXXCIc6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QRIR2PDdOXI/s1600-h/Steam+%28Garoupa%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupIXXCIc6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QRIR2PDdOXI/s400/Steam+%28Garoupa%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109976293362398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Steamed 'Sing Pan'&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupIM3CIc5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/ffDXoqfXyuM/s1600-h/Kai+Lan+%282+Styles%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RupIM3CIc5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/ffDXoqfXyuM/s400/Kai+Lan+%282+Styles%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109976112973771666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kailan (the leaves were deep fried and the stems stir fried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pLn-8HFWI/AAAAAAAAApM/A5IeEiwH3ss/s1600-h/Fried+Pig+Trotters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pLn-8HFWI/AAAAAAAAApM/A5IeEiwH3ss/s400/Fried+Pig+Trotters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137001475251574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;One of their signature dishes – Deep fried Khinzir's trotters&lt;/span&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pMn-8HFXI/AAAAAAAAApU/qHjz5HfaZXc/s1600-h/Bamboo+Lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pMn-8HFXI/AAAAAAAAApU/qHjz5HfaZXc/s400/Bamboo+Lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137002574763201906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Steamed Bamboo Lala&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pNCu8HFYI/AAAAAAAAApc/mcq6l5DYA9M/s1600-h/Steam+Prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pNCu8HFYI/AAAAAAAAApc/mcq6l5DYA9M/s400/Steam+Prawns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137003034324702594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Steamed fresh prawns&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pNaO8HFZI/AAAAAAAAApk/KFmSFjKvqYo/s1600-h/Scallop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pNaO8HFZI/AAAAAAAAApk/KFmSFjKvqYo/s400/Scallop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137003438051628434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Scallop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pO_u8HFaI/AAAAAAAAAps/wwfxGEF_QFU/s1600-h/Kam+Heong+Mussels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pO_u8HFaI/AAAAAAAAAps/wwfxGEF_QFU/s400/Kam+Heong+Mussels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137005181808350626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Fried 'Kum Heong' green mussels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESTAURANT 3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't help myself and have to post about this restaurant again. Youngest SIL treated us to dinner at this restaurant again. I've posted about this Restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-happenings.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; before. Some of the food I chose this time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pQ1e8HFbI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EDkBZvEtQvw/s1600-h/Sashimi+%26+etc..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pQ1e8HFbI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EDkBZvEtQvw/s400/Sashimi+%26+etc..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137007204737947058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fresh salmon, 'hoi jit', sotong and my favourite Unagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pR4u8HFcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-nJG4tNenTg/s1600-h/Fried+stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pR4u8HFcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-nJG4tNenTg/s400/Fried+stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137008360084149698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried Stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pSjO8HFdI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZV6xoT0FWr0/s1600-h/Seafood+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pSjO8HFdI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZV6xoT0FWr0/s400/Seafood+pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137009090228590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pot of seafood in soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pT8-8HFeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/HOkv6kjuCUs/s1600-h/King+crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pT8-8HFeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/HOkv6kjuCUs/s400/King+crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137010632121849314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Grilled 'legs' from King Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pUXe8HFfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/TZLhUMwU_9U/s1600-h/Dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0pUXe8HFfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/TZLhUMwU_9U/s400/Dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011087388382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wuah lau eh! Imagine the calories and weight I've gained *blek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4358635260473841640?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4358635260473841640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4358635260473841640&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4358635260473841640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4358635260473841640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/09/porto-ramano-unique-fisherman-and_26.html' title='Porto Ramano, Unique Fisherman and Jogoya'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RxBKX374G3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/HhHq9LLdcwg/s72-c/Sphagetti+with+Creamy+Mushroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-3055451181515383436</id><published>2007-12-07T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:28.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a gloomy day to start off with. It has been raining since yesterday (when I woke up) and today when I woke up and looked out of the window "Huh? Still raining?"! *yawwwwnnnnnnn* Feel like going back to bed (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today marks the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Birthday &lt;/span&gt;of my blog. I've been blogging for 2 years and with a little more than 100 posts. *duh* Anyway ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RXUwuoKkpZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9A5j78LADeo/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday-%28Blog-and-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004960138506053010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RXUwuoKkpZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9A5j78LADeo/s400/Happy-Birthday-%28Blog-and-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH YES, today's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee just sang the "Happy Birthday" song to me after I told her it was mommy's birthday today. So sweeeeeet of her (heehee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh dear, which makes me older by one year ...... hmmmm ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Kieran&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://laundryamah.wordpress.com/2007/12/05/kierans-7th-birthday-bash/"&gt;Laundryamah's prince&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://annie-q.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie Q's 'lou kung'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and whoever's reading my blog) too who happens to share the same birthdate as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-3055451181515383436?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/3055451181515383436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=3055451181515383436&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3055451181515383436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3055451181515383436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RXUwuoKkpZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9A5j78LADeo/s72-c/Happy-Birthday-%28Blog-and-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4675363572828135261</id><published>2007-11-30T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:28.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year-End Exam / Trip / Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back dated posts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YEAR-END EXAM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/11, 2/11, 5/11 and 6/11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, Destinee's year end exam was over and time of the year to have the parents/teachers meeting again on the 10th November, 2007.  Below are the results from her exam papers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qpcO8HFjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ROVE47jKNtI/s1600-h/Final+Term+Results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qpcO8HFjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ROVE47jKNtI/s400/Final+Term+Results.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137104627481122354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eventhough her year-end exam's results were not as good as compared to her &lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/06/destinees-mid-terms-progress.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mid-term's exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I was satisfied with what she had done. I've pointed out her mistakes to her and helped her correct them as some were carelessly done. As what Michelle posted in &lt;a href="http://mybabybay.com/index.php/2007/11/20/parenting-tip17-dont-pressure-your-child/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;her blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I would want to pressure my girl too much but on the other hand, sometimes my girl needs to be pressured a little or else she won't get her work done properly. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come to think of it, she's only 5 years old and still needs to have her 'tung nin' (childhood) days and to play with her 'masak-masak' and dolls. But it's true dat she learnt a lot of things from her school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qoDe8HFiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4r-RhGCJpGw/s1600-h/Year+5+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qoDe8HFiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4r-RhGCJpGw/s400/Year+5+books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137103102767732258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Destinee's books throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*psst, psst Msau, if u are reading this, u feel like fainting or backing out from enrolling SQ into this pre-school?* Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRIP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15/11/2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her final exam, her school organised a trip to High5 Bread company. After she came back from the trip, she brought a bag of goodies back and told me she enjoyed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qpqe8HFlI/AAAAAAAAArE/6weNotJdGI0/s1600-h/Goody+Bag+from+High5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qpqe8HFlI/AAAAAAAAArE/6weNotJdGI0/s400/Goody+Bag+from+High5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137104872294258258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Goody Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qplO8HFkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pPGTTxl8qpQ/s1600-h/Goodies+in+the+Goody+Bag+%28High5%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qplO8HFkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pPGTTxl8qpQ/s400/Goodies+in+the+Goody+Bag+%28High5%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137104782099945026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The goodies in the Goody Bag –&lt;br /&gt;a loaf of High 5 Bread, Chocolate cake,&lt;br /&gt;2 little muffins, 1 little swiss roll and&lt;br /&gt;1 cream roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16/11/2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her school's concert and watched her seniors (6-year old students) received their graduation folders, Destinee couldn't wait for next year and made me make the graduation hat and present the graduation folder to her *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qn6O8HFhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WRPhO7qzaV8/s1600-h/Graduate+%28Pre-2%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qn6O8HFhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WRPhO7qzaV8/s400/Graduate+%28Pre-2%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137102943853942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;See the mocked graduation hat? (hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qn0e8HFgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vjgW7wgolqk/s1600-h/Graduation+Folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qn0e8HFgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vjgW7wgolqk/s400/Graduation+Folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137102845069694466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Her Graduation Folder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;(inside the folder are photos taken in school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;and her Pre School 2 Graduation Certificate)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-4675363572828135261?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4675363572828135261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4675363572828135261&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4675363572828135261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4675363572828135261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/11/year-end-exam-trip-graduation.html' title='Year-End Exam / Trip / Graduation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/R0qpcO8HFjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ROVE47jKNtI/s72-c/Final+Term+Results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7746827835750766299</id><published>2007-11-26T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:54:36.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cane or Not To Cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This tag was passed to me by the chubby chubb pies' (SQ and Kiki) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://msaufong.com/2007/11/to-cane-or-not-to-cane/"&gt;mummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. FYI, I used to have 3 canes in the house but now there are only 2. One on the the TV cabinet and one on the side of the fridge cover - for easy reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many parents don't agree to using the cane. For me, when my girl really gets on my nerves, I'll have to use the weapon to control her. Don't get me wrong. I don't always beat her with it. It's mostly for threatening. I can tell u dat Des is really scared of me reaching for the cane. I don't have to shout at her to stop her nonsense and before I could reach for the cane, she'll be shouting "don't want, mommy, don't beat me"! Usually I'll hold the cane and beat it on the table or floor to scare her (in other words, a warning to her) after which she'll quickly obey. I don't deny I do use the cane on my girl at times when she tries to 'climb onto my head' or tries to be 'funny' when I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'll use another method - my 'electric glare' which she knows I mean 'business'. I don't like to use the cane too but without it to control Des, I think my life span will be shorten by a few years *blek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember my sis (June) and I were always caned by my mom when we were kids and used to have marks of the cane on our legs and hands and would try all ways to hide them when we were in school .... sigh ... those days. So, I make sure I'll hit Des on the buttock and not anywhere else (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msau, I guess u've not read my post on "I do it my way" and maybe u'll be interested to know how I use my cane. U can read it &lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-do-it-my-way.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-7746827835750766299?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7746827835750766299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7746827835750766299&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7746827835750766299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7746827835750766299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-cane-or-not-to-cane.html' title='To Cane or Not To Cane'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-6027456243352029984</id><published>2007-11-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:30.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves to .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;play and dat's the aftermath after playing with her 'masak-masak'. No worries, no worries, she'll always help mommy to clear the mess after mommy threatened to throw her toys away if she doesn't put away after playing with them (kekeke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0tULuB2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/bsGlq4zFfsc/s1600-h/Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0tULuB2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/bsGlq4zFfsc/s400/Mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103762230834235234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she oso loves to colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ44ULuB6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/r6oKgvpqgWU/s1600-h/Colouring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ44ULuB6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/r6oKgvpqgWU/s400/Colouring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103766817859307426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQz60LuByI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4CeSG5rpDP0/s1600-h/Pic.-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQz60LuByI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4CeSG5rpDP0/s400/Pic.-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103761363250841378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;draw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0GELuBzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wDA_hEpoIig/s1600-h/Pic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0GELuBzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wDA_hEpoIig/s400/Pic-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103761556524369714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She can foresee dat mommy will be shorter than her in the future *roll eyes*. Aiyo, how come she drew mommy leading the doggie? Have to let my little girl know and remind her dat mommy has NO interest in animals *blek*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0cULuB1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TzYpqFcFCXg/s1600-h/Pic-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0cULuB1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TzYpqFcFCXg/s400/Pic-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103761938776459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Kakak' will always be part of the family eventhough she has gone back to Indonesia for so many months. For some who don't know, Yau Yau is Destinee's name in Cantonese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her new interests&lt;/span&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ3iELuB5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/hoyqTNs4tYs/s1600-h/Snakes+%26+Ladders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ3iELuB5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/hoyqTNs4tYs/s400/Snakes+%26+Ladders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103765336095590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Snakes and Ladders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ21ULuB3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/uAgVDFncRvU/s1600-h/Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ21ULuB3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/uAgVDFncRvU/s400/Puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103764567296444274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ3NULuB4I/AAAAAAAAAew/TnBSWaXJ820/s1600-h/Princess+Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ3NULuB4I/AAAAAAAAAew/TnBSWaXJ820/s400/Princess+Puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103764979613304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her 6-different-picture Princess Puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once in a while, I'll allow her to play with the play-doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvpiEtSyZbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RyO2yGgOPWM/s1600-h/Play+doh+cake+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvpiEtSyZbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RyO2yGgOPWM/s400/Play+doh+cake+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114508159850014130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Her 'cake' with lit candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvphwtSyZaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CozVCfQCi0Q/s1600-h/Cake+with+lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvphwtSyZaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CozVCfQCi0Q/s400/Cake+with+lollipop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114507816252630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;She &lt;s&gt;blew&lt;/s&gt; took the 'lights' off and added 3 lollipops beside the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked her why only 3 candles and she said 'oops' and she immediately made these for her 'birthday party':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RzKaWBSAzjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3Gv15RUJ-CE/s1600-h/Cake,+lollipops,+sandwiches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RzKaWBSAzjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3Gv15RUJ-CE/s400/Cake,+lollipops,+sandwiches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130332628620201522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even added some sandwiches. What's the green coloured thing in the middle of the sandwiches? She told me those were 'timun' (cucumber), heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RzKa8BSAzkI/AAAAAAAAApE/98_-w8SuzcE/s1600-h/Birthday+%27party%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RzKa8BSAzkI/AAAAAAAAApE/98_-w8SuzcE/s400/Birthday+%27party%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130333281455230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Aunties, Uncles, Kor Kors, Jieh Jiehs, Didis, Mei Meis want to join my party'? says Destinee. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvphN9SyZYI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8jkDSGNPlV0/s1600-h/Donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RvphN9SyZYI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8jkDSGNPlV0/s400/Donut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114507219252176258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Donut and burger, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &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/19614939-6027456243352029984?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/6027456243352029984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=6027456243352029984&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6027456243352029984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6027456243352029984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-loves-to.html' title='She loves to .....'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RtQ0tULuB2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/bsGlq4zFfsc/s72-c/Mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-9182583479319442947</id><published>2007-10-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:30.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desktop View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I was waiting for someone to pass me this tag but no one told me I've been tagged with this. This is an easy one and I love to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; tags. When I visited &lt;a href="http://chanelwong.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-my-desktop-view.html"&gt;Chanel's&lt;/a&gt; blog, I grabbed the opportunity. Thanks Chanel (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwmgENSyZiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/it4nPIZsV2s/s1600-h/Desktop-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwmgENSyZiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/it4nPIZsV2s/s400/Desktop-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118798445631661602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Desktop's the face of Destinee. Hahaha, big enough? She always likes to choose pictures and ask Pappy and I to set as our computers' desktop background. She chose this for me. The icons on my desktop are most of my jobs and files which were/are to be sent to clients. Sometimes too lazy to clear them and sometimes have to wait for the clients to confirm the jobs then only I will delete from the desktop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwtNQtSyZkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/voSPjrh9fNQ/s1600-h/pic-desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwtNQtSyZkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/voSPjrh9fNQ/s400/pic-desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119270350868342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the desktop view of Pappy's computer which Des chose. This pic she took herself holding and clicking the camera with one hand and doing the 'peace' sign with the other and. She likes taking her own pictures herself and she's good at doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;**************** START COPY ****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My Desktop Free View Instruction:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun. You can do a screen capture by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Screen key (located on the right side of the F12 key).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Open a graphics program (e.g. Picture Manager, Paint, Photoshop) and do a Paste (Ctrl +V).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you wish, you can 'edit' the image before saving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons - things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; Tag 5 of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt; Add your name to this list of Free Viewers with a link pointing directly to your Desktop Free View post to promote it to succeeding participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://ironnie.com/2007/09/19/my-desktop-free-view/"&gt;iRonnie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - I Set No Corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://dagboek.thesserie.com/?p=547"&gt;Thess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - Thesserie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.skippyheart.com/heartbeats/2007/9/20/my-desktop-free-view-tag.html"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - Skippy Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://knoizki.wordpress.com/2007/09/21/im-literally-black/"&gt;Knoizki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - A Dialogue With K, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.lukaret.com/2007/09/21/tech-check-or-whatever/i-care-less/"&gt;Beng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - Kauderwelch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mariegvergara.com/"&gt;Vanidosa Marie, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.vanidosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanidosa at blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mygoodfinds.org/" target="_blank"&gt;MyGoodFinds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with KK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.talesfromthecenobite.net/"&gt;Dom Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://%20http/www.skippyheart.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://bluepanjeet.net/"&gt;BluePanjeet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://revolutionmotion.com/"&gt;ROSE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://knoizki.wordpress.com/"&gt;KNOIZKI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://sardonicnell.wordpress.com/"&gt;SARDONICNELL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://hipncoolmomma.blogspot.com/2007/09/desktop-free-view.html/"&gt;Girlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://hipncoolmomma.com/?p=760/"&gt;hipncoolmomma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, Happy Family with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mummyinvain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jacelyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mylovelymummy.com/"&gt;LovelyMummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with her family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://healthfreakmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Healthfreakmommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - picture of her 2 girls , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.eiggna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; – a happy laughing boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://chanelwong.blogspot.com/"&gt;chanelwong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-OurFamily, &lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; – Destinee's Big Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to see what's on ur desktop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachellittleprinces.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; – U've been so busy 'cari makan', so something for u to do for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snowflower79.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt; – Long time no hear from u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annie-q.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie-Q&lt;/a&gt; – Don't think u have done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3only cos most of the bloggers have done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19614939-9182583479319442947?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/9182583479319442947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=9182583479319442947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/9182583479319442947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/9182583479319442947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-desktop-view.html' title='My Desktop View'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwmgENSyZiI/AAAAAAAAAoE/it4nPIZsV2s/s72-c/Desktop-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-39775034715344701</id><published>2007-10-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:49:00.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My autograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My autograph? Errr.... why's the title "my autograph"? Mommy of QQ, &lt;a href="http://www.demoments.net/blog/?p=1247" target="_blank"&gt;Chinnee,&lt;/a&gt; passed me this tag. One look at the questions ..... oh, this is an easy one. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;# 1 – What is your favourite movie? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Sound of Music. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 – Who is your favourite singer? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teresa Teng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3 – Which song gets you grooving in the morning? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Any fast track from the radio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 4 – What is your favourite fruit? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sweet mangoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 5 – Who is your best friend (excluding your family)? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Elaine Wong, known her since when we were in college (eh years ago), she was my room mate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 6 – Name one activity you would like to indulge in, in your free time. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Not much free time though, if I'm not dozing off, I'll be watching TV programmes. Even watching TV programmes, I'll be doing my work on the computer or elsewhere doing something, can't afford to waste time. Sometimes cannot watch, listen will oso do (heehee).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 7 – When was the last time you laughed so hard till your sides hurt? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When I was in HKG, yakking, eating and laughing with my sis June, Elaine and Elyss. I laughed until, not only my sides hurt, my tears rolled and I nearly "sutt yi tai" (lost control and embarrassing situation). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Luckily there were only a couple of tables, with a few people, or else, I guess, we would have been 'kicked' out. (heehee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 8 – Do you recall your last dream? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh yes, just yesterday nite, I dreamt dat I won RM12,400 from lottery! How much do I have to buy to win RM12,400? *scratching head* And I oso dreamt going 'pak tor-ing' with a handsome artiste from TVB (new comer but yet to get his name *blek*). FYI, I dream almost every nite and I know none of my dreams will ever come true *duh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 9 – What is your all-time favourite hobby? &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dreaming counts or not? If not, shopping lor, no money shopping, window shopping oso can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 10 – When was your last holiday without the children? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5 years ago *duh* forgot where I went. Last year I went to HKG but Elyss went with me, so last year's not qualified hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msaufong.com/"&gt;Msau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mag2tree.blogspot.com"&gt;Online Mummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdmsaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://baby-ryanlim.blogspot.com"&gt;Etcetera Mummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacss.blogspot.com"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind doing this tag for me? Xie-xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-39775034715344701?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/39775034715344701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=39775034715344701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/39775034715344701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/39775034715344701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-autograph.html' title='My autograph'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-1943006212834675517</id><published>2007-10-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q-Dees (Tmn Serdang Utama) Annual Concert 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Annual Concert of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.q-dees.com/"&gt;Q-Dees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; of Taman Serdang Utama &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was held on 29th September, 2007 and also in conjunction with the Graduation of the 6-year old students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destinee was not at all excited whereas it was Mommy who felt uneasy and worried. Why was I worried? I worried whether my girl could do her part or not; whether she was going to have stage-fright or not (this was her first time on stage); whether she would cry without having mommy around (cos she kept asking whether I would be accompanying her or not); whether ..... whether ..... whether ..... eiks! I worried too much. I assured her dat she would have her little classmates and teachers there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We sent Destinee to Enterprise 4 Auditorium of Technology Park Malaysia (TPM) at 10.30 a.m. and she was left with the teachers. She waved bye-bye to us and off she went with the teacher who led her in! *slap head* Wasted my energy worrying. We left the place and went back home again as TPM was quite near to where we stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The concert was scheduled to start at 12.30 p.m., Pappy and I reached TPM at about 12.20 p.m. and scurried our way into the auditorium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPrdSyZgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/98VP4EuYIBg/s1600-h/Pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387890941814274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPrdSyZgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/98VP4EuYIBg/s400/Pic-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As Pappy and I entered the auditorium, we were surprised to see &lt;u&gt;sooooo&lt;/u&gt; many spectators (I guess parents brought in relatives and frens too) and all the seats in the centre facing the stage were fully occupied. Luckily, we found 2 seats at a corner which were near the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A slide show of the students in school was shown and the Concert started punctually at 12.30 p.m. with the Principal officiating a speech followed by Gratitude Speeches in Bahasa, English and Mandarin which were given by three 6-year old students. I was fascinated by these 3 students. They are only 6 years old and they could remember word for word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the speeches, dances and songs were performed by the students from ages 3 to 6. The kids were really really really cute in their colourful costumes and everyone was like dancing on their own and some were running here and there having a good time on the stage. Hahaha, I really had a good time laughing. They are so young, I don't think they fully understood why they were on stage and knew what they were doing. Kids are kids. I salute the teachers taking care of them; not an easy job controlling and guiding so many of them. Taking care of one kid sometimes make me want to 'vomit blood' let alone having to take care of a bunch of kids (my salute to &lt;a href="http://sylviahoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;1+2 mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://potentialmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Milly&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://millymingming.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;), I guess the reading on the blood pressure monitor will 'shoot up' *blek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPl9SyZfI/AAAAAAAAAns/A9Un06UmW_4/s1600-h/Pic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387796452533746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPl9SyZfI/AAAAAAAAAns/A9Un06UmW_4/s400/Pic-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, I saw Destinee's teacher leading her group of students up the stage and I saw Destinee! Gosh, was I excited dat moment. There I was seated and watching Destinee's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; performing on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPdNSyZeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SOGssfxaM9g/s1600-h/Pic-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387646128678370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPdNSyZeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SOGssfxaM9g/s400/Pic-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dat's (circled in pink) Destinee with her classmates reciting 3 poems in Mandarin. I didn't expect my girl was chosen to be the announcer of the 3 poems. Before the start of a poem, she announced the title of the poem and 1, 2, 3, she and her classmates would start the poem. Destinee had been reciting the poems at home and practising in front of us but she didn't tell me the poems were for the concert. I felt proud of my girl (heehee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't be surprised her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay classmate&lt;/span&gt; and best fren in class (the cute girl with the pom-pom) could recite very well too. I'm sure her mom is even prouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPTNSyZdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VV1X-o6Upkg/s1600-h/Pic-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387474329986514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPTNSyZdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VV1X-o6Upkg/s400/Pic-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally the concert ended with the graduation of the 6-year students and the singing of the National Anthem and the Q-dees song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPJ9SyZcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Qaowo_-NeKI/s1600-h/Pic-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387315416196546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPJ9SyZcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Qaowo_-NeKI/s400/Pic-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a wonderful time watching the kids performed. It wasn't my first time watching kids perform but this time with my girl taking part, I enjoyed watching every second of it and with a different kind of perception. Aren't kids adorable? (of course when they don't misbehave and when they are not cranky, in short, when they are not naughty). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/19614939-1943006212834675517?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/1943006212834675517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=1943006212834675517&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1943006212834675517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1943006212834675517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/10/q-dees-tmn-serdang-utama-annual-concert.html' title='Q-Dees (Tmn Serdang Utama) Annual Concert 2007'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RwEPrdSyZgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/98VP4EuYIBg/s72-c/Pic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-6996917120489249526</id><published>2007-09-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:31.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made these for the Mooncake Festival – Jelly Mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-eHCIdAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3K9TJb8eqRY/s1600-h/3+Jelly+Mooncake+Varieties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-eHCIdAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3K9TJb8eqRY/s400/3+Jelly+Mooncake+Varieties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110035782954415106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rvh7vNSyZSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4lcpJEM48VY/s1600-h/4+mooncakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rvh7vNSyZSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4lcpJEM48VY/s400/4+mooncakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973427831727394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-YHCIc_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/62GGUhsuDEc/s1600-h/Cut+Jelly+Mooncakes+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-YHCIc_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/62GGUhsuDEc/s400/Cut+Jelly+Mooncakes+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110035679875199986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-PHCIc-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/40XAcQi24D0/s1600-h/Cut+Jelly+Mooncakes+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-PHCIc-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/40XAcQi24D0/s400/Cut+Jelly+Mooncakes+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110035525256377314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cendol, Pandan, Rose, Mango and Yam flavours with&lt;br /&gt;sesame, corn, 'lin yung', red beans and sesame fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;So .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL TO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;＊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;╭╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;　╭╮　　╭╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;　││　││　　│└╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;╭┴┴─┴Ⅲ╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;～└─╯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;│&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;　﹋　﹋　│　　　╭─────────╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; 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text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;讓開讓開&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;　╭══╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;╭╯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ΘΘ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;║&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;╰⊙═⊙╯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;送月餅囉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;中秋節快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-6996917120489249526?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/6996917120489249526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=6996917120489249526&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6996917120489249526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/6996917120489249526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rup-eHCIdAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3K9TJb8eqRY/s72-c/3+Jelly+Mooncake+Varieties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4872723301844689307</id><published>2007-09-14T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaying in Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the Merdeka holiday and weekend (31st Aug. – 2nd Sept.), we went to Cameron Highlands. I can't remember when was the last time I went (more than 15 years ago) and I can only vaguely remember how the Highlands look like. BIL from S'pore came with his family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(wifey, daughter Cassandra and maid) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and together we went with another fren, May, and her family (hubby and 2 daughters, En Qi and En Xuan). We started the journey in 2 cars at about 11.30 a.m., took the Simpang Pulai way (yup, dat's the longer route to the Highlands, not many vehicles and no jams) and it started to rain heavily on the way up to Brinchang, so the drivers had to drive slowly and cautiously, so we reached at about 4.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was not foggy and cold as what I expected, it was not raining (yippee) when we reached but was still drizzling and we were like "oops, what a start" and I was &lt;s&gt;hoping&lt;/s&gt; PRAYING it won't rain throughout our stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hotel we booked was a 3-room Apartment in &lt;a href="http://http//www.pinganchorage.com.my/malaysia_hotel/cameron_highlands_star_regency.htm"&gt;Star Regency Hotel Apartments&lt;/a&gt; situated on the main road of Brinchang. I did searched the internet and did some surveys of the hotel apartment which seemed to be okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; don't let the beautiful pictures and outlook deceive u. The apartment was not in the least up to our expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZksELuCNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/POBv9_PHTZw/s1600-h/pic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZksELuCNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/POBv9_PHTZw/s400/pic-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108881535498324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for urself:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjr0LuCMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QHkGCJo8f1s/s1600-h/pic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjr0LuCMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/QHkGCJo8f1s/s400/pic-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108880431691729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; The beds looked okay but the wall was .... yuck ...&lt;br /&gt;u wouldn't want to sleep facing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; There were stains on the walls of the toilet and the door was 'repaired'&lt;br /&gt;with a patch of wood to cover the hole, maybe kicked by someone&lt;br /&gt;who was disappointed (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; It happened dat something dropped and I bent to pick up and to my&lt;br /&gt;horror, I found a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thick layer of dust&lt;/span&gt; under the bed! *pooh pooh pooh*&lt;br /&gt;(don't know when it was last vacuumed). *tsk, tsk, tsk* So dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; When I slid open the curtain, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAGI TERUK!&lt;/span&gt; (WORSE).&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, there were, what looked like, bedsheets all over on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the 'housekeepers' wash their laundry with 'natural water' *blek*&lt;br /&gt;We dared not open the windows the whole nite so we had to leave&lt;br /&gt;the door open else we would have been in a 'sauna' cos no fan, no air-cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; The kitchen area had a kind of (which will make one go away) smell&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to vomit when my itchy hands opened the cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not only those, the heated showers were faulty too. Not only did they need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to be heated up 5 minutes beforehand, we had to be cautious as the water would suddenly become cold icy water and another minute would become hot water again. Destinee was shivering with cold half way thru bathing, only did we realise the water suddenly became cold water and quickly we got her out and wrapped her up with 2 towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV was another 'gila' (crazy) feature of the hotel apartment. Not only the reception was bad, the channels would 'jump' (switch) from one channel to another (suddenly) when we were engrossed with a show on this particular channel. We were watching KING KONG dat nite and suddenly off it went to another channel and however we tried, we were not able to switch to the channel again. *duh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We suggested to change rooms but too bad the hotel was fully booked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and as what Pappy said, the rooms would have been the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so we decided to 'wat jau' (bear) for the nite. Well, maybe we were the UNLUCKY ones. I'm pretty sure it definitely will NOT be my choice to stay for the nite the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us opted steamboat for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were many steamboat restaurants in Brinchang but we had this particular restaurant in mind and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as we went in search. Suddenly this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LARGE placard&lt;/span&gt; outside one of the steamboat restaurants caught our eyes. Yes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We found it!&lt;/span&gt; The tables were all occupied and we had to wait for our turn. We ordered the organic vegetables with mixed meat. I love veggies and therefore I enjoyed helping myself to the different varieties and to me the meal was simply 'slurp, slurp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjWkLuCLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/30epIMyolP8/s1600-h/pic-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjWkLuCLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/30epIMyolP8/s400/pic-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108880066619508914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After dinner, we went to the 'Pasar Malam' (nite market) just outside the apartment to 'walk walk see see'. We didn't 'sapu' (wipe/buy) much things as we need to transfer to another hotel the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next morning, after having breakfast in one of the shops outside Rossa Passadena Hotel, we went to &lt;a href="http://http//www.cameron-highlands.com/cactus-valley.html"&gt;Cactus Valley.&lt;/a&gt; It was opposite the Hotel. The weather was perfect for outings, it was neither warm nor cold. We walked and walked, climbed and climbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZvokLuCOI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_JL4gJffWA0/s1600-h/Cactus+Valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZvokLuCOI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_JL4gJffWA0/s400/Cactus+Valley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108893569996687586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dat's May carrying En Xuan in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The various types of cacti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjQULuCKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_zeITQ8xOZU/s1600-h/pic-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjQULuCKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_zeITQ8xOZU/s400/pic-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108879959245326498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjI0LuCJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ixgNAGy3unY/s1600-h/pic-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZjI0LuCJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ixgNAGy3unY/s400/pic-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108879830396307602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the Cactus Valley, we had lunch at the "Lou Zhi Hou" restaurant, opposite the Cactus Valley and not very far from Star Regency. The chicken with yam in santan (coconut milk) was their signature dish. It was yummy and highly recommended by me but to those who are not in favour of santan, it might taste too creamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZijULuCHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/v-ZhA73CSKk/s1600-h/pic-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZijULuCHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/v-ZhA73CSKk/s400/pic-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108879186151213170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After lunch, we checked out from Star Regency and checked in &lt;u&gt;Rossa Passadena Hotel,&lt;/u&gt; a nearby hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZi2kLuCII/AAAAAAAAAgw/VBSNjtX0hOk/s1600-h/Nite+view+of+Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZi2kLuCII/AAAAAAAAAgw/VBSNjtX0hOk/s400/Nite+view+of+Rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108879516863694978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nite view of the Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This place is completely different from Star Regency. What a relief, this is what I call a place to put a nite. Of course different, the hotel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is more pricey&lt;/span&gt; than the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZiGkLuCFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mdbhbROSmF0/s1600-h/pic-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZiGkLuCFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mdbhbROSmF0/s400/pic-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108878692229974098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Off we went sightseeing after checking into the hotel. Visited the Butterfly Farm (hei, not for free, okay?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZiP0LuCGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uqpmf50OtmM/s1600-h/Butterfly+Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZiP0LuCGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uqpmf50OtmM/s400/Butterfly+Farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108878851143764066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insects&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly Farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZh50LuCEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fuOxhmpB6m0/s1600-h/pic-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZh50LuCEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fuOxhmpB6m0/s400/pic-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108878473186641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZhzELuCDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/f2CP496Au3Y/s1600-h/pic-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZhzELuCDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/f2CP496Au3Y/s400/pic-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108878357222524978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where's the Thorny Stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZg60LuCBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YPZ3GAgo2cQ/s1600-h/pic-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZg60LuCBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YPZ3GAgo2cQ/s400/pic-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108877390854883346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1st pic – guess where the leafy mantises are?&lt;br /&gt;Notice the miserable butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to the tea plantations in &lt;a href="http://www.bharattea.com.my/"&gt;Cameron Valley&lt;/a&gt;. We were told dat the road to Boh Plantations was narrow and winding so we went to Cameron Valley instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgpELuCAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GWnvitZknvc/s1600-h/Cameron+Valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgpELuCAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GWnvitZknvc/s400/Cameron+Valley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108877085912205314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgUkLuB_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/RiGEBlbrCp8/s1600-h/pic-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgUkLuB_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/RiGEBlbrCp8/s400/pic-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108876733724887026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After visiting the plantations, we ordered 2 types of tea from their cafetaria. We tried the strawberry and rose flavours. Errr..... nothing special cos I'm not a tea drinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steamboat for dinner again. This time we had at this Watercress Steamboat further up the road from Brinchang. The environment was superb (dat was what Pappy complimented).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgJkLuB-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZewqsiaI8u0/s1600-h/Watercress-Sboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZgJkLuB-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZewqsiaI8u0/s400/Watercress-Sboat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108876544746325986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the vegetables we bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZf8ELuB9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YyHwv5vi8nY/s1600-h/Veggies-bought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZf8ELuB9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YyHwv5vi8nY/s400/Veggies-bought.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108876312818091986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course not forgetting this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RueVJ3CIcmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9uiHiAXI_YE/s1600-h/Jeruk+Strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RueVJ3CIcmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9uiHiAXI_YE/s400/Jeruk+Strawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109216298899370594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Jeruk' (pickled and dried) Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not interested in the strawberries which were in abundance. I tasted some of them and all were sooooooo sour! We went to one of the strawberry farms and planned to let the kids pluck with all their heart but 'alas', all were plucked the day before and we were told "NO MORE STRAWBERRIES". Gaks! What a big let down for the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RueYdnCIcnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bnrFFLCmqN4/s1600-h/Strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RueYdnCIcnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bnrFFLCmqN4/s400/Strawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109219936736670322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids with the big long cabbage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuaVRELuCPI/AAAAAAAAAho/JALJg_7alEQ/s1600-h/Kids-with-veggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuaVRELuCPI/AAAAAAAAAho/JALJg_7alEQ/s400/Kids-with-veggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108934947711617266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally the answers to 'Where's the Thorny Stick?' and 'Guess where the mantises are?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rue3kHCIcpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8XTzR3ttKgY/s1600-h/Thorny-Stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rue3kHCIcpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8XTzR3ttKgY/s400/Thorny-Stick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109254133266281106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Thorny Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZhfkLuCCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/If0HUxO_jvI/s1600-h/3-Leafy-Mantis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZhfkLuCCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/If0HUxO_jvI/s400/3-Leafy-Mantis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108878022215075874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Mantises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had an enjoyable time and I know there're still a lot of interesting places we have yet to visit and I'll make sure we'll be well planned the next trip but so long for now, Cameron Highlands, hope to visit u again in the near future and Pappy did mention we'll be staying in Brinchang cos of the convenience but definitely not in the u-know-which hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*psst psst* June, I'm sure u'll be tempted and will want us to organise a trip when u are back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from the Highlands, on Sunday (2nd Sept), there was a massive jam and only to find out dat a lorry carrying fruits from the hills had overturned. Wanted to take a pic of the overturned lorry and the jam but was too late after I fumbled for the camera, we were away from the scene. *slap head* Taught me to have my camera in hand when travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip to Cameron Highlands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BIL and family stayed with us for the next 3 days and on Wednesday, they were off to the hills again but this time to Genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pappy, Des and I joined and spent a nite with them on Friday. Didn't take any pics this time cos has been taking too many pics when we were there the last few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We certainly had a wonderful time especially Des who refused to go to sleep, sometimes until  1.30-2.00 a.m. *blek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 wonderful meals which I will write about in my next post. So, stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my pile of housework and office work *sob sob sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-4872723301844689307?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4872723301844689307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4872723301844689307&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4872723301844689307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4872723301844689307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidaying-in-cameron-highlands.html' title='Holidaying in Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RuZksELuCNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/POBv9_PHTZw/s72-c/pic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-2876098139119409688</id><published>2007-09-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Matters Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RepIying to &lt;a href="http://laundryamah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Laundryamah's&lt;/a&gt; question (and to all my fellow bloggers and frens): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"wei if not for the tag no updates one hor? so bz meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Amah, I can tell u dat I WAS and still AM very busy indeed. I don't know what I had been doing and what I did. Busy with this, busy with dat. I would love to update my blog but just cannot find the EXTRA time. So sorry, I haven't been blog hopping these days, I'll try to catch up soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED EXTRA 24 HRS A DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No worries, no worries, I'm still sane and kicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to what I intend to write. I'm really honoured to have received the award by 2 sweet, nice, wonderful mommies, &lt;a href="http://babysmooches.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-matters-award.html"&gt;Sharon,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellynmika.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-matters-award.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm so touched. Thank u sooooooo very muchie. *sob, sob sob* *wiping tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RugEw3CIcqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OUGaRvl3TWM/s1600-h/Nice%2Bmatters%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RugEw3CIcqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OUGaRvl3TWM/s400/Nice%2Bmatters%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109339014704951970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So sweet and considerate of the&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://bella-enchanted.blogspot.com/2007/08/glitter-and-grunge-update-and-nice.html" target="_blank"&gt;Originator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to have thought of such an award. In the award it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stated: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is meant for "those that are just nice people, good blog friends, and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration! Those that care about others, that are there to lend support, or those that are just a positive influence in our blogging world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would like to pass it on to 7 (besides Sharon and Elly) whom I think deserves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eiks! Dat's the lot, 7 only? There're so many nice nice blogger frens whom I wish to pass the award to too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, the award goes to (my all time favourites):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachellittleprinces.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybabybay.com/blog/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onelittle2.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mumsgather.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://littleskywalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-2876098139119409688?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/2876098139119409688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=2876098139119409688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2876098139119409688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/2876098139119409688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-matters-award.html' title='Nice Matters Award'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RugEw3CIcqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OUGaRvl3TWM/s72-c/Nice%2Bmatters%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4217214263912207281</id><published>2007-09-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:56:59.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag - 5 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://rachellittleprinces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel.&lt;/a&gt; I remember I've done this tag before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry Rach, sooooo busy and lazy to do all over again. I'll just copy and paste again, only to make some alterations on what I did a year ago. It's more or less the same cos 1 year difference only, can hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What were u doing ten years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Gosh! What did I do ten years ago? Sometimes I can't even remember what I did minutes ago. Getting old liao. Okay, 10 years ago, hmmmm.... mmmm ..... I was staying in Cheras, still struggling with the ups and downs of life. Trying to get a nest of our own after having some problems staying with my MIL and elder SIL - aiyo long story lar (ppl out there staying with In-laws will understand, execpt Jess and Chin Nee, whom I know, are happy with ur in-laws). Hubby and I tried to have bb but unsuccessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What were u doing 1 year ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Went back to office to work and left Destinee with maid. I went on my first trip to Hong Kong to visit sis June and BIL Gilbert. Had a very wonderful time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Five super fatty and high cholesterol snacks u enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. All crispy chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Pisang goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. Yau Char Kwai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Five songs which u know all the lyrics in ur head rite now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. Twinkle, twinkle little star (both English and Mandarin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Ke Ren Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Tien Mi Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Ni Jem Mo Suo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. Negara Ku (who doesn't know this should bang ur head on the wall, kakakakaka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Aiya, why only five, I have lots more, but mostly kiddy songs. Though I don't know Mandarin but the songs I sing are mostly Mandarin songs (hee, hee, dunno why). I have a lovely voice leh *cough .. cough ....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Five things u would do if u were a millionaire (actually how far can u stretch a million dollar nowadays?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. Buy myself and family a landed property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Buy my 2 daughters, sisters June and Kuen, and brother Tuck a bungalow, or maybe a villa, each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Visit all Disneylands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Donate some to the needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. Keep some for further use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Still got lots I would Iike to do wor. Alamak, a million in RM? Enough or not ar? Maybe million in British pound or Euro or USD lor hor. Ya lor, (actually how far can u stretch a &lt;strong&gt;million dollar&lt;/strong&gt; nowadays?) should be enough lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Five bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. Go to toilet whenever I feel excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Always daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Bad tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Hold the cane to threaten Destinee whenever she's naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. 'Ngi ngi ngo ngo' hubby (luckily hubby's very patient if not die lor&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Five things u like doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. Watching TV programmes and TVB series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Lazying on the sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Chatting on MSN, Yahoo or phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; things u would never wear, buy or get new again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. Mini skirts, bare backs, tight fitting clothes (ppl will be laughing until their dentures will drop if I still wear those but still can wear short pants though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Expensive clothes for Destinee (hee, hee, Auntie June and Elyss jeh jeh will buy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. - mind's blank -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. - mind's blank -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. - mind's blank -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I don't think there's anything in my mind which I would never buy or get new again. FYI, buying things is one of my favourite hobbies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Five favourite toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. My little girl and little cucus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. My PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. My Cooking Utensils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. My Handset with camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. My TV and DVD Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4217214263912207281?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4217214263912207281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4217214263912207281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4217214263912207281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4217214263912207281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-5-things.html' title='Tag - 5 things'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7878420302071387489</id><published>2007-08-23T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food &amp; Desserts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long time didn't blog about food I cook, so, time to make u people out there drool again. *heehee* Ready? Set ...... Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0ElELuBwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OgB3MXFuUTc/s1600-h/Marmite+Prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0ElELuBwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OgB3MXFuUTc/s400/Marmite+Prawns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101738987705206530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Marmite Prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0EZELuBvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jO6KUU2oee0/s1600-h/Wok+Fried+Pork+Belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0EZELuBvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jO6KUU2oee0/s400/Wok+Fried+Pork+Belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101738781546776306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fried Pork Belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DiELuBuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nwFvV3O2Gx8/s1600-h/Spare+Ribs+with+Pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DiELuBuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nwFvV3O2Gx8/s400/Spare+Ribs+with+Pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101737836653971170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pork Ribs with Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DSkLuBtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6eZEMU6Cv6Y/s1600-h/Veggie+%28ingredients%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DSkLuBtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6eZEMU6Cv6Y/s400/Veggie+%28ingredients%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101737570365998802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ingredients for Fried Long Beans, Mushrooms, Carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;with 'Fu Yue' (Fermented Beancurd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DGELuBsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UOfxynBA3b0/s1600-h/Veggie+with+fermented+beancurd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0DGELuBsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UOfxynBA3b0/s400/Veggie+with+fermented+beancurd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101737355617633986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DESSERTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxkCkLuBrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lmHDUZdFhRA/s1600-h/Cendol+Agar-agar+%28bottom+layer%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxkCkLuBrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lmHDUZdFhRA/s400/Cendol+Agar-agar+%28bottom+layer%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101562473139275442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Bottom Layer of Cendol Agar-Agar&lt;/span&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rsxjp0LuBqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WiPP3ypWpjQ/s1600-h/Cendol+Agar-agar+%28top+layer%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rsxjp0LuBqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WiPP3ypWpjQ/s400/Cendol+Agar-agar+%28top+layer%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101562047937513122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Top Layer of Cendol Agar-Agar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxjfkLuBpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_U3T_guV3v0/s1600-h/Cut+Cendol+Agar-agar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxjfkLuBpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_U3T_guV3v0/s400/Cut+Cendol+Agar-agar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101561871843853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cut pieces of Cendol Agar-agar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0E-0LuBxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OO1Gx6kVh4I/s1600-h/%27Ang+Kuih%27+Agar-agar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0E-0LuBxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OO1Gx6kVh4I/s400/%27Ang+Kuih%27+Agar-agar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101739430086838034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ang Kuih Agar-agar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my version of Fish Head Noodles .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rsxgr0LuBoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_1kZzEqQ9pQ/s1600-h/Fish+Head+%28Ingredients%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rsxgr0LuBoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_1kZzEqQ9pQ/s400/Fish+Head+%28Ingredients%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101558783762368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The ingredients:&lt;/span&gt; fried fish head, tomatoes, slices of ginger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;'ham choy' (salted veggie), evaporated milk, veggie and meehoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the STAR of this post ............ *drum roll* .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxgVkLuBnI/AAAAAAAAAco/7hmCVqXUKuk/s1600-h/Fish+Head+Noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsxgVkLuBnI/AAAAAAAAAco/7hmCVqXUKuk/s400/Fish+Head+Noodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101558401510278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My bowl of yummylicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; FISH HEAD NOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Purposely post this before lunch time. Happy drooling! *evil grin* Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-7878420302071387489?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7878420302071387489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7878420302071387489&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7878420302071387489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7878420302071387489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/08/food-desserts.html' title='Food &amp; Desserts'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rs0ElELuBwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OgB3MXFuUTc/s72-c/Marmite+Prawns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-1539707426344107978</id><published>2007-08-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers' Gathering (11th August, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah! Yeah! I attended another bloggers' gathering again, this time at Marmalade Cafe in Bangsar Village II. Thank u so muchie to Barbara for organising and it was oso a farewell gathering for Yvonne who'll be moving to Singapore with her family soon. I have to thank Elyss for driving me and Destinee to Bangsar Village too as Pappy was working. We took a 'long long' way from our starting destination cos the only way I know to Bangsar is from Brickfields *blek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyss was more familiar with Bangsar Village and we managed to find Marmalade Cafe as soon as we reached. When I entered, the first person who caught my eyes was Jazzmint and my eyes 'surveyed' thru and I saw *wow*, so many bloggers and everyone was seated and busy munching away oredi. I know, I know, I was about 45 minutes late, very very sorry. Glad dat everyone was still there. The lot of us actually occupied 3 LONG TABLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what &lt;a href="http://littleskywalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Egghead&lt;/a&gt; mentioned, many were familiar faces like &lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://laundryamah.wordpress.com/"&gt;LaundryAmah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://oscaryong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Angeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.shannonchong.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://baby-ryanlim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://annie-q.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.chumsyashley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barbara&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.mom2ashley.com/blog/"&gt;Dinah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was my first time meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.julianmorin.com/blog"&gt;Julian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, (who came to KL in conjunction with a meeting) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://irfanadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://snowflower79.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, (who came all the way from Taiping) and &lt;a href="http://ellynmika.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Elly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, the pictures tell all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFoR5nZYsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MYWCqTq2oBs/s1600-h/Bloggers+%281+table%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFoR5nZYsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MYWCqTq2oBs/s400/Bloggers+%281+table%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470909893239490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One of the tables occupied by Jazzmint, Egghead,&lt;br /&gt;LaundryAmah, Sasha, Shannon and Nadia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFoIpnZYrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NVpN9ZJyXmo/s1600-h/Luke+and+Kieran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFoIpnZYrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NVpN9ZJyXmo/s400/Luke+and+Kieran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470750979449522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dat's Luke (in blue) and Kieran (at the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFn9JnZYqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/G6GIi3_VZk4/s1600-h/Raelyanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFn9JnZYqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/G6GIi3_VZk4/s400/Raelyanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470553410953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pretty little Raelyanne with Daddy and Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnt5nZYpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fm74l58z6gY/s1600-h/Ryan-and-Jayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnt5nZYpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fm74l58z6gY/s400/Ryan-and-Jayden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470291417948818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left: The 'star' of our gathering, Ryan&lt;br /&gt;who'll be moving to S'pore with his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Right: The ever cute cute Jayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnhpnZYoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HUTjVWcECOo/s1600-h/Keith-and-Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnhpnZYoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HUTjVWcECOo/s400/Keith-and-Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098470080964551298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Handsome Keith who obligingly allowed me to take a snap of him&lt;br /&gt;and on the right is chubby chubby Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnZpnZYnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wEgBlPSHWbQ/s1600-h/Faythe-and-Vyktore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnZpnZYnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wEgBlPSHWbQ/s400/Faythe-and-Vyktore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098469943525597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Princess and Prince of Jazzmint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnQ5nZYmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/P3mCwlvWzwc/s1600-h/Cruz+and+Fearless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnQ5nZYmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/P3mCwlvWzwc/s400/Cruz+and+Fearless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098469793201742434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The twins, Fearles and Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnHpnZYlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GJD1yr0e39U/s1600-h/Irfan+and+Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFnHpnZYlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GJD1yr0e39U/s400/Irfan+and+Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098469634287952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Irfan with Papa and Rachel with Daddy Tecky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFm95nZYkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JAmSQN-apAA/s1600-h/Oscar+and+Mika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFm95nZYkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JAmSQN-apAA/s400/Oscar+and+Mika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098469466784227906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Shy shy Oscar and active Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFmspnZYjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_kAa3P8i0Nk/s1600-h/Destinee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFmspnZYjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_kAa3P8i0Nk/s400/Destinee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098469170431484466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ever clingy Destinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Missed taking Little Missy Ashley's pic cos she just wouldn't stay still and let me 'click' her and her little brother, Aidan, was in 'lala land' throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara, once again, tengkiu very muchie, u did a very good job and sorry dat u had to do the accounting. Thinking of organising another meeting again? (heehee *fast fast run away*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Yvonne, do keep us updated when u are in S'pore, okay? *will miss u and Ryan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great meeting everyone and hope to meet u all again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-1539707426344107978?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/1539707426344107978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=1539707426344107978&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1539707426344107978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/1539707426344107978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloggers-gathering-11th-august-2007_17.html' title='Bloggers&apos; Gathering (11th August, 2007)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsFoR5nZYsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MYWCqTq2oBs/s72-c/Bloggers+%281+table%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-3418806921885009221</id><published>2007-08-13T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:37.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Des's 'Birthday' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What happened was I prepared some party packs and muffins for Des's little classmates a day before Des's birthday. I sort of 'stole' the idea of the party packs from &lt;a href="http://oscaryong.wordpress.com/2007/07/22/a-day-in-school/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mag2tree.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-preparation.html"&gt;Magictree.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I passed the packs to Des's class teacher and requested her distribute to the kids during snack time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwkZ5nZYVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VD0vZmmBkIg/s1600-h/Party+Pack+%28top%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwkZ5nZYVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VD0vZmmBkIg/s320/Party+Pack+%28top%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096988905657950546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Colourful Party Packs for her little classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rr8FZ5nZYWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O5mML4PgafY/s1600-h/Party-Pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rr8FZ5nZYWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O5mML4PgafY/s400/Party-Pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097799245727621474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Des came back from school, she told me she was very happy. I asked her why. She told me Teacher Linda made her stand in front of the class and made her classmates sang the birthday song to her and she was grinning all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappy and I didn't order any cakes but I baked some muffins for Des instead. She fell in love with muffins after taking &lt;a href="http://laundryamah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Laundryamah's&lt;/a&gt; muffin at a previous gathering and always asking me to buy muffins for her, so, I decided to try my hands on baking some chocolate muffins for her and (hohoho) they were simply delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjzZnZYTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Tf67IFkYj-4/s1600-h/Muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjzZnZYTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Tf67IFkYj-4/s320/Muffins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096988244232986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Chocolate Muffins for the Birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjhpnZYSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_s9Tc0_gB8Q/s1600-h/Presents+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjhpnZYSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_s9Tc0_gB8Q/s320/Presents+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096987939290308898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des with her presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjDZnZYQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kw50ZR3zrjQ/s1600-h/Presents+%28opened%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwjDZnZYQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kw50ZR3zrjQ/s320/Presents+%28opened%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096987419599266050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Des's presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not in the least surprised dat her favourite's the musical box with the 'pearls' handle from her sister Elyss and the Kipper VCD from her 'kai mah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See for urself what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsANHpnZYXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/18n1w3H--f4/s1600-h/Shi+shi+with+musical+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsANHpnZYXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/18n1w3H--f4/s200/Shi+shi+with+musical+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098089203264741746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When she got up from bed, she carried the musical box with her to her potty while she was still 'pun mung pun sang' (half asleep, half awake) *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We actually invited Destinee's 2 bestest frens (Suet-Suet and Charlett) &amp; family and her 'kai mah' (godmother) Elaine to dinner at a fren's restaurant. Didn't take any pics of the food cos nothing special about the dishes. Most importantly was I made sure I didn't forget to order sharksfin soup as dat happens to be Des's (and MY) favourite but the soup was a disappointment, it was more like starch soup. The rice was a little bit close to thick porridge, the steamed Patin fish was not very cooked, the buttered (dry) prawns were tasteless, the buttered (wet) crabs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(flesh) were 'lum pat pat' (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not very fresh), the fried veggie was too little and a bit salty. Alamak, sounded like nothing was nice to eat. Oh yes, there was something which was tasty and sweet ..... the dessert ..... a plate of papaya (heehee). No choice, it was Pappy who suggested to patronise his fren's restaurant to show a little of his support for his fren ... haiya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rrwi35nZYPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vxhNyyav5vk/s1600-h/3+princesses+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rrwi35nZYPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vxhNyyav5vk/s400/3+princesses+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096987222030770418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;3 PRETTY PRINCESSES&lt;br /&gt;The 3 'bestest' friends&lt;br /&gt;(Suet-Suet, Destinee and Charlett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These were what Des drew on her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsAN_5nZYYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/spPxyuo-CcA/s1600-h/Des+%28drawing+herself%29+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsAN_5nZYYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/spPxyuo-CcA/s320/Des+%28drawing+herself%29+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098090169632383362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dat's herself with balloons and a cake with 5 candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsAOhZnZYZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uaaYumQ5dJM/s1600-h/Des+%28with+frens%29+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RsAOhZnZYZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uaaYumQ5dJM/s320/Des+%28with+frens%29+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098090745158001042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Herself with 2 frens and some drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dat's was how we celebrated Destinee's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-3418806921885009221?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/3418806921885009221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=3418806921885009221&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3418806921885009221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3418806921885009221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-dess-birthday-day.html' title='On Des&apos;s &apos;Birthday&apos; day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrwkZ5nZYVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VD0vZmmBkIg/s72-c/Party+Pack+%28top%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-861322909743056425</id><published>2007-08-09T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:37.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrqzCJnZYOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4oDcVe2OMc/s1600-h/Happy-5th-Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrqzCJnZYOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4oDcVe2OMc/s400/Happy-5th-Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582777845407970" 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/19614939-861322909743056425?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/861322909743056425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=861322909743056425&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/861322909743056425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/861322909743056425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RrqzCJnZYOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4oDcVe2OMc/s72-c/Happy-5th-Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-3874552100942734527</id><published>2007-08-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:35:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I have $1 million</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Tagged again, this time by these lovely mummies, &lt;a href="http://chanelwong.blogspot.com/2007/07/tag-if-you-have-100000000.html"&gt;Chanel&lt;/a&gt; (Jeriel's mummy), &lt;a href="http://msaufong.com/?p=550"&gt;Msau&lt;/a&gt; (SQ's and Kiki's mummy) and &lt;a href="http://yapnwun.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-i-have-1-million.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Xilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Yiyi and Tung Tung's mummy). Sorry, sorry gals for delaying in doing this tag. Have been very, very, very 'dead' busy the past 2 weeks dat I didn't have the time to blog-hop let alone leave comments and write posts (sob, sob, sob).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Okay, what will I do if I have $1 million. Did I see wrong? It's 1 million $ (dollars) hor? Hei, hei, didn't state as in US, Singapore or HK dollar leh. But if it's in RM, forget it lar cos there're lots of millionaires in (tak)Bolehland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a greedy person, always dreaming of winning RM3 million from the lottery but Pappy always pours very icy cold water on me and tells me not to daydream too much *haiya*. So I treat dat as 1 million USD, okay or not? Aiyo, 'futt dat' (rich) lor! Wuah lau eh! How much is $1 million? How many zeros are there? *scratch head* Haven't seen $1 million mar. *count count count and converting into RM*. How much ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;If I have $(US)1 million, what will I do and how  will I spend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buy houses for myself, June, Elyss, brother Tuck and youngest sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Save some for Des's education and needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Employ 2 maids (one to do housework and one to take care of Des)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go for holidays with hubby's and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donate to old folks homes and orphanages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping and shopping and shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, keep some for 'kun choi pun' (savings for coffin? heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Eiks! Enough or not? Well, can dream, can't I? Boy oh boy, how I love and wish to have 1 million USD and I love to day dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Okay, done. Not tagging anyone.&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/19614939-3874552100942734527?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/3874552100942734527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=3874552100942734527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3874552100942734527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/3874552100942734527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-have-1-million.html' title='If I have $1 million'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-863241585159446850</id><published>2007-07-28T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:38.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' Girl Blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqcdF5nZYLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ciZFQkM2OLY/s1600-h/rockingaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqcdF5nZYLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ciZFQkM2OLY/s320/rockingaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091069890968248498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so surprised and didn't expect dat this award was awarded to me! *rub rub and strained my eyes and click on the link to check I've not got the wrong name'. IT WAS ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not only honoured but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdmsaw.blogspot.com/2007/07/rookie-of-year-award.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; made me blushed with embarrassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rockin' GIRL wor? (maybe Rockin' GRANDMOTHER suits me better, heeheehee). I quickly went to the mirror to  have a good look at myself and had a good smile on my face. Not much wrinkles yet and face still shines .. heehee ... still consider young looking (okay, okay, don't puke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Rock with me! Ginie, u really made my day! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all mommy bloggers rock and I'm sure most of the mummies were awarded but I would still like to present this award to these mummies of twins (whom I know). I really salute to them. Having to deal with one is oredi a real headache but TWO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*pengsan* (fainted) *salute salute salute*. They deserve to have the title and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they really have to 'rock' twice harder (hahaha): The award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacss (twin boys)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annie-q.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie Q (twin boys)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariahlc.com/chnblog"&gt;Twinsmom (twin girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sylviahoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sylvia (twin girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rovell (twin boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19614939-863241585159446850?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/863241585159446850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=863241585159446850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/863241585159446850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/863241585159446850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/07/rockin-girl-blogger.html' title='Rockin&apos; Girl Blogger?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqcdF5nZYLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ciZFQkM2OLY/s72-c/rockingaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4212377122211782874</id><published>2007-07-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A House for me from Des? *dreaming*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Destinee brought this back from school – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt; She did it in class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;during art lesson, of course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;under the supervision of her teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(*blek* how I wished the house was real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb81JnZYKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/aNOQrE1mTYU/s1600-h/Model+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb81JnZYKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/aNOQrE1mTYU/s320/Model+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091034418833350818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the living room. This is the car porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb8jJnZYJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kcmO1uw9B9o/s1600-h/Model+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb8jJnZYJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kcmO1uw9B9o/s320/Model+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091034109595705490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the kitchen. This is the dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb8WpnZYII/AAAAAAAAAXg/WO73ia-GnZk/s1600-h/Model+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb8WpnZYII/AAAAAAAAAXg/WO73ia-GnZk/s320/Model+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091033894847340674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb75pnZYHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SKUKwxTuUvw/s1600-h/Model+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb75pnZYHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SKUKwxTuUvw/s320/Model+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091033396631134322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the sweetest is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb7XJnZYGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sZi_-0TBkWU/s1600-h/Model+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb7XJnZYGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sZi_-0TBkWU/s320/Model+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091032803925647458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME&lt;/span&gt; indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat was how she learnt about what's in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eiks! I forgot to post this during Father's Day. Oh yes, she did this in school and brought back during Father's Day. How sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqip6ZnZYMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vIRwP3Vc-dY/s1600-h/Pappy%27s+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqip6ZnZYMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vIRwP3Vc-dY/s320/Pappy%27s+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091506199515979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;See dat red print at the bottom? Dat's her little thumb print (heehee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the Family Tree she drew in her English book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqi0fZnZYNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DBhvWMw7Acg/s1600-h/Family+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqi0fZnZYNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DBhvWMw7Acg/s320/Family+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091517830287417554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So cute hor? She's more imaginative than Pappy and mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the earrings on Grandma? Her imagination cos her Grandma&lt;br /&gt;doesn't wear earrings. Aiyo, mommy has 2 'buns' neh. Hahaha.&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/19614939-4212377122211782874?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4212377122211782874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4212377122211782874&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4212377122211782874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4212377122211782874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-for-me-from-des-dreaming.html' title='A House for me from Des? *dreaming*'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rqb81JnZYKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/aNOQrE1mTYU/s72-c/Model+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-4916174669329259050</id><published>2007-07-24T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:39.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was what happened when I blog hopped this morning. I burnt the pot of porridge I was cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW7UpnZYFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AfWstSssxIM/s1600-h/Burnt+Pot+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW7UpnZYFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AfWstSssxIM/s320/Burnt+Pot+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680917255086162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot completely about what I was doing and enjoyed myself blog hopping as there was no work from office today. It didn't occurred to me the pot of porridge was slowly drying until I smelled something burning! I rushed to the kitchen and quickly switched off the gas stove but *gaks* too late. Darn! It was not the porridge I was worried, I was more worried about MY POT! This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; burnt pot! The last 2 were not so lucky and were unable to be rescued – burnt beyond recognition (even the cover was black)! One pot, I was cooking red beans soup until the beans were cooked until like black coffee beans. Another pot, I was cooking soup until the ingredients were like they were burnt after a fire. Where was I? Both times I was out chatting with my neighbours in their house *blek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately my mind thought "if Pappy comes to know dat I burnt the pot becos I was busy BLOG HOPPING ............ die die die". Pappy always use the pot to cook his favourite mee. What and how am I going to explain what happened to the pot? *shhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I quickly poured the porridge into a plastic bag and soaked the pot with water, after which I put the pot onto the stove again and boiled the burnt parts hoping dat the burnt parts will come off but too bad they were were too stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW7LpnZYEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MtHf0h1EqbA/s1600-h/Burnt+Pot+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW7LpnZYEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MtHf0h1EqbA/s320/Burnt+Pot+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680762636263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scrapping off with a spoon and the parts slowly came off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried scrapping with a spoon and the parts slowly came off! I then scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed with my trusty 'A' scrub bud until the stains ..... wa la ...... the pot was 'lap lap ling' (shiny) again. Phew! Luckily I was able to rescue this pot. See ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW6_ZnZYDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BjVdOfSK9lM/s1600-h/Clean+Pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW6_ZnZYDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BjVdOfSK9lM/s400/Clean+Pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680552182865970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my frens, now u know why I have so many 'sa pou ang chang' (pots and pans) in the house. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19614939-4916174669329259050?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/4916174669329259050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=4916174669329259050&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4916174669329259050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/4916174669329259050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/07/burnt.html' title='Burnt!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RqW7UpnZYFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AfWstSssxIM/s72-c/Burnt+Pot+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-7458928982868141332</id><published>2007-07-21T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:39.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Des's reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After getting good marks from her mid-term exam, Pappy acted as if nothing happened except 'wah, so clever'. When I told June about Des's results, she at least asked me to buy Destinee's favourite marshmallows as a reward for her little niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A scooter was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what Destinee hinted/dreamed of having. One of my fren's kid has a scooter and whenever I brought her to my fren's place, Des wanted so much to ride on it but the scooter is always refused to be touched by my fren's daughter. Des would come sniffing and hinted Pappy to buy one for her but so far to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pappy came back early from work yesterday. When he opened the door, as usual Des greeted him by calling him. He put his working bag and drinking bottle, nothing special cos usual routine when he comes back, but he went back to the door again and brought this in ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tra da ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A SCOOTER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rpsh6t1GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/hbbD3oc17o4/s1600-h/Scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rpsh6t1GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/hbbD3oc17o4/s400/Scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087697496663544722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it lovely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pappy said he wanted to surprise Destinee but he SURPRISED me instead cos I  really didn't expect he would buy the scooter. Pappy wasn't so 'heartless' after all (heehee).&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/19614939-7458928982868141332?l=tracy-elydes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/feeds/7458928982868141332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19614939&amp;postID=7458928982868141332&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7458928982868141332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19614939/posts/default/7458928982868141332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/2007/07/dess-reward.html' title='Des&apos;s reward'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740107299669228046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rpsh6t1GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/hbbD3oc17o4/s72-c/Scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19614939.post-787053586029818643</id><published>2007-07-17T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kizsports (15th July, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally had the chance to meet &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mybabybay.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (mybabybay) and her family. She is one of the bloggers whom I really wish to meet. When she emailed me dat she was coming to KL to meet some of us, I called Pappy and told him I 'die die' oso must go and meet Michelle this time. Destinee was so excited when I told her she would be meeting Tim and Emily soon. She has been watching the video clip (e ya e ya oh – fun with housework) at Michelle's blog and immediately recognised them when she saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seldom go to areas in Damansara and as Pappy was not familiar with the area, he 'shot' straight to Ikea instead of keeping to the left lane to turn in into 1 Utama and had to make a turn back to 1 Utama where he dropped me and Destinee at the main road and told us to walk our way in to 1 Utama. *duh* As we were oredi late, I tagged Destinee and dashed up the escalator up to 2nd floor after asking around where Kizsports was. *double duh* (soli hor cos I don't know where Kizsports is situated). Sorry Michelle, dat was why we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled up a form and paid a fee of RM23 for Destinee's entry (I entered free-of-charge cos I need to  'jaga' the kid). A tag was worn on our wrist and we were reminded to put on our socks on the playground.  We made way to the entrance and I was trying to look out for Michelle and was ready to call her. It was Destinee who pulled my T-shirt and told me when she saw Tim and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was oso my 1st time meeting &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mytwogirls.wordpress.com/"&gt;Agnes&lt;/a&gt; (Zara's and Zaria's mummy) &amp; family, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chanelwong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chanel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Jeriel's mummy) &amp; family, Martini &amp;amp; her boys, Lynette &amp; her girls. Destinee asked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why Zara's Mummy 'hug hug' mommy and why the other aunties didn't 'hug hug' mommy?"&lt;/span&gt; As I didn't want to explain too much, I told her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Zara's Mummy is a long time friend and she misses mommy so she 'hug hug' mommy lor". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good explanation hor? (heehee) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She nodded her head as if she understood and didn't ask further as she was more interested in getting to know Zara who was so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lilpeople.net/blog/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Ivan's &amp; Izac's mummy) &amp;amp;amp; Ivan; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Faythe's &amp; Vyktore's mummy) her family who could make it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few photos which I managed to snap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RpsfTN1GU3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/7WJOKOHDyYY/s1600-h/Des,+Emily,+Tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/RpsfTN1GU3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/7WJOKOHDyYY/s400/Des,+Emily,+Tim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087694619035456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Destinee, Emily and Tim in a pool of balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rpse_d1GU2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QaAImt7GkB8/s1600-h/Tim+%26+Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tpxqo7e4bMA/Rpse_d1GU2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QaAImt7GkB8/s400/Tim+%26+Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087694279733039970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;im hugging Emily. Loving siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;
