<?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-8838865768856884412</id><updated>2012-01-21T18:37:34.844+08:00</updated><category term='Outing with my dear'/><category term='Ugly Faces'/><title type='text'>My Life Around Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello welcome to my surrounding. Feel free to browse my blog. This is only to shows what has happened around me and not to mention some one's around me too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2671551528311287733</id><published>2010-04-28T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:11:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien</title><content type='html'>This blog has been so long I didn't update it, it been years since the last blog (don't remember when was it). Recently my emotion up and down due to work loads. Working in a printing company really SIEN. You need to know the material, not just that, most of the artwork send in last minutes. Every time all rushing for it, really hate do work last minutes. Argh.....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2671551528311287733?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2671551528311287733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2671551528311287733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2671551528311287733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2671551528311287733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2010/04/sien.html' title='Sien'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-3227122539897123266</id><published>2009-02-21T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:46:38.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Valentine's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SZ9qHNfrnMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYOvKbBPwIM/s1600-h/Image535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SZ9qHNfrnMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYOvKbBPwIM/s320/Image535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305075558179904706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SZ9qHaPmYeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XP77RaP6QAA/s1600-h/Image538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SZ9qHaPmYeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XP77RaP6QAA/s320/Image538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305075561602114018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my belated valentine's gift. I received it yesterday, how late. At first he asked to to choose, if ask me to choose, it not a surprise any more. For me a valentine's gift is the girl not suppose to choose the present for the valentine's is the partner should do that's called surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-3227122539897123266?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/3227122539897123266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=3227122539897123266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3227122539897123266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3227122539897123266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/02/belated-valentines-gift.html' title='Belated Valentine&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SZ9qHNfrnMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYOvKbBPwIM/s72-c/Image535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1088978443760295886</id><published>2009-02-20T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:35:34.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening</title><content type='html'>At 940am I was riding a bus going to office. During the journey was fine until it reaches a bus stop to pick up a passenger. After the bus stop, I heard a bang from the back of the bus and the driver go out to check what happened. The bus was hit at the back by a black color car. The negotiate quite long and the time almost 10am so I get down from the bus and walk to my office. Lucky the distant was no far and only 10mins from the incident place. I manage to reach office on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this incident happened? In my opinion there's few cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 the bus driver stop suddenly at the bus stop to pick up passenger&lt;br /&gt;#2 the car followed to close to the bus&lt;br /&gt;#3 the was car speeding and can't brake on time  &lt;br /&gt;#4 the car driver was talking on the phone without notice the bus will stop to pick up passenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened only the bus driver and the car driver knows about it and I can't assume whose fault is it. Maybe both also have the responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4pm suddenly my boss came in to the office to spot check. I thought it was the Malay guy came in. I called his name but didn't answer. Then my boss came out from the back of the office and he asked why is the toilet dirty? He also told me to ask that fella to paste the sticker on the wall after he come back he don't want to see it on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticker its been on the floor for 2 days, so my boss instructed me to tell that fella. After he instructed me out of sudden he kicked the sticker and went out banging the door hard. I never see him like this before. Maybe because he always at up stair and I'm at down stair I didn't see when he loses his temper. I think is better not to see him when he losses his temper or else I'll be the victim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1088978443760295886?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1088978443760295886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1088978443760295886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1088978443760295886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1088978443760295886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5343046564707195389</id><published>2009-02-03T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:02:21.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of work after a week break from CNY. Yesterday was nothing to do at all due to waiting confirmation from customers to do the installation and the printing. So does today, maybe because a week break many is still in holiday mood or maybe they put things on hold. I hope things will go well after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5343046564707195389?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5343046564707195389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5343046564707195389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5343046564707195389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5343046564707195389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7618917072320078537</id><published>2009-01-15T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:44:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days MC</title><content type='html'>Monday I worked 1/2 day only due to I sick and can't bear the dizzy on my head. Then I asked that fella to send me go clinic and home. I was given MC till tuesday but on wednesday my fever still not reduce yet so I decided to take another MC and went see doctor for the second time. The doctor give me MC till today but I still go work. I should take rest. When I reach office, the mess are like hell with the rubbish full in the dustbin. That asshole know that the dustbin already full and he don't want to throw it away. He's really an asshole. Every thing don't want to clean waiting for me to clean. If I'm not around, this office will mess like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday he received a cheque and he don't know to bank in. He just put inside my drawer and written what invoice number, WTF. So damn simple thing also cannot handle. Just write in the bank in slip also don't or he's being lazy. Every thing need to done for him. If like that he better make himself paralysed and wait other people fed him. No matter I scolded him how many times he still the same attitude. With his this kind of attitude, he's not going anywhere. He just stay where he were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7618917072320078537?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7618917072320078537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7618917072320078537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7618917072320078537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7618917072320078537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-days-mc.html' title='3 days MC'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2903098484896641581</id><published>2009-01-09T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:04:01.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Why is asshole always make my desk dirty? Most of every morning I need to clean it what the hell. When ever I confront him he turn to the deaf ears. My desk covers with his stupid cigarette ashes. Not just this, the dust bin without the plastic bag he still want to throw some thing inside. Every time I told him put the plastic bag inside he never listen until I scolded him. Always like that make me angry with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he also make pissed off with him. Day before yesterday I told him that the customer will collect his printing in the morning and he told me will do the finishing. Yesterday morning I received that asshole SMS ask the customer to collect his printing 2pm, then I asked the customer can l collect at that and the customer reply he wants it by 1pm. I SMS to that asshole and told him that the customer will collect by 1pm and he said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time shows 1230pm and he haven't arrive to office and I called him and asked where he is. He told me he's on the way. He arrived 1245pm. He start do the finishing but after he finish laminate the sticker, he asked me to cut for him and he wanted to go toilet WTF. I cut not for him is for the customer. When ever have job to do he always said wanted to go toilet. Like our Chinese people said lazy people will have many excuses to avoid to do work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all of their culture is like that, lack of responsibility, lack of commitment, not hard working and always do thing last minutes. When ever wanted to go out for installation, I told him what time need to be there he still do things slowly, take his time to finish it. Always late for the installation. When customer come I called him to come down he said will come in 15mins, I finish the thing already he not down yet. I do my part enough others none of my business. If boss ask why the thing not done yet is not my business I done my part that's his part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2903098484896641581?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2903098484896641581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2903098484896641581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2903098484896641581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2903098484896641581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-frustrated.html' title='Damn Frustrated'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-96955293775760345</id><published>2009-01-03T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:38:20.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Watch</title><content type='html'>Today went I back to office I saw a paper bag on my table and with my name on it. So I take it and I saw a small box in the paper bag so I guess it a watch. At first I was wondering how to open the box (how dumb) then I manage to open it and its a white color digital watch (K swiss brand). I was wondering too how to adjust this watch without the manual instruction, in the box it contains only warranty card. Erm.... how to adjust leh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV7PVkqQKFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bzFqDlcpmmg/s1600-h/Image505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV7PVkqQKFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bzFqDlcpmmg/s320/Image505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890982104639570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV7PVU11yPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2X8k1ho9_bY/s1600-h/Image506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV7PVU11yPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2X8k1ho9_bY/s320/Image506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890977858275570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-96955293775760345?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/96955293775760345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=96955293775760345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/96955293775760345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/96955293775760345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-watch.html' title='New Watch'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV7PVkqQKFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bzFqDlcpmmg/s72-c/Image505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1170004747879027917</id><published>2009-01-02T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:40:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2009 Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2Jn0cVqkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N_63_erhKck/s1600-h/Image502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2Jn0cVqkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N_63_erhKck/s320/Image502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286532854788237890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This the first 2009 present I give to DD, is a pair of shoe key chain. I brought it at Sunway Pyramid on the new year eve. It cute so i brought it one for me and one for him. He like it and he so cute. I'm glad he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day which is 1st Jan 2009 he need to work on that day so we didn't go any where just dinner. We went to dinner at a food court at Bandar Puteri. I order fried kuey teow and he ordered Bak Kut Teh. My order arrived first and I start eating. My fried kuey teow not that nice and I complaint to him, after I ate few bites. He says to me we exchange I eat bak kut teh he eat my fried kuey teow, I was so touched and don't what to say. After he finished eat my noodle he said not enough so he wanted to order some more food and I asked him not to order any more cause I can't finish the Bak Kut Teh (actually I can finish it but I let him eat) so he asked really can't finish? I told him you eat la I really can't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to order some more food later can't finish and that one is his food so I give him the half portion of the BAk Kut TEh. Later after dinner I drop by his place to surf net. We played some games together and 1030pm he sent me home. After I reached home I start hungry and I cooked some noodles just a small plate. He didn't know that I was hungry because I didn't told him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1170004747879027917?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1170004747879027917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1170004747879027917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1170004747879027917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1170004747879027917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-2009-present.html' title='First 2009 Present'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2Jn0cVqkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N_63_erhKck/s72-c/Image502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1883680686259211948</id><published>2009-01-02T10:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:16:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi 2009</title><content type='html'>On the new year eve I celebrated with my dear DD. We went to Sunway Pyramid to so called count down but end up watched movie (The Spirit, my advice don't watch this boring movie I fall asleep). We thought wanted to watch mid night movie at 11.55pm but cant due to my dear need to work on the next day so we brought 1030pm tickets. During our journey to Sunway the traffic were damn slow, like tortoise crawling bumper to bumper but we manage to reached there safely and found the parking at 730pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discuss which time and what  movie should we watch, at first I suggested to watch mid night movie but can't so I let him decide which time and what  movie we watch. After buying the tickets we walked around to search for which restaurant should we go for dinner. I suggested to my dear TGI Friday's at first he not so willing to go there because he don't like cheese then I convinced him that depend what he order and we go there for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It my very first time to TGI Friday's and I'm happy to be there with him. We waited around 5mins to be seated. In the menu there's 3 course meal: Appetizer, main course and dessert. I order the steak course 85++ and he order some sort of chicken cost 59++.&lt;br /&gt;I never have a dinner with 3 course meal before and I'm damn full after eating 2 course meal and the dessert I can't finish it (New York cheese cake with a slice of strawbery). Here's are the picture of the meal (note: appertizer no picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FCiEZHcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1BYqxC8xNe4/s1600-h/Image500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FCiEZHcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1BYqxC8xNe4/s320/Image500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286527816154291650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1.New York Cheese CAke 2. The Au Pior Steak 3. Dragonfly Chicken 4. Forgot this dessert name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FCpKSczI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RBqpW_8o-B0/s1600-h/Image498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FCpKSczI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RBqpW_8o-B0/s320/Image498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286527818058068786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FrKxRcDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/p7w5x00Z2Z4/s1600-h/Image499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FrKxRcDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/p7w5x00Z2Z4/s320/Image499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286528514274717746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2EWQuT2iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xSLco11LHi4/s1600-h/Image501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2EWQuT2iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xSLco11LHi4/s320/Image501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286527055584025122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1883680686259211948?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1883680686259211948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1883680686259211948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1883680686259211948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1883680686259211948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-2009.html' title='Hi 2009'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SV2FCiEZHcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1BYqxC8xNe4/s72-c/Image500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6309627053288730805</id><published>2008-12-30T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:15:13.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu of the Day (Meat Ball Spaghetti with Broccoli &amp; Mushroom)</title><content type='html'>Last Sun I went to DD place. I went there during lunch time. The day before that we discuss what to cook for lunch then I suggested cook spaghetti he says ok then we go to supermarket to buy the ingredients. Here's are the ingredients we brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spaghetti (thin one)&lt;br /&gt;2. pasta sauce&lt;br /&gt;3. minced beef&lt;br /&gt;4. shitake mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;5. broccoli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we brought back the ingredients I bring back the minced beef to marinate it. The ingredients for marinating the minced beef:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. light soya sauce&lt;br /&gt;b. sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;c. wine (any wine will do, no matter expensive or cheap one)&lt;br /&gt;d. pepper&lt;br /&gt;e. abalone sauce (if have bottled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed a,c,d,e together and lastly pour the b into the minced beef, put in fridge and let the meat absorb the taste of the ingredients. Next day take out and make as a ball. Pan fry it till half cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cooking spaghetti time. Pour water add oil and salt to prevent the spaghetti tangle together. After boil the spaghetti put aside and start cook the sauce. Oh ya not to forget the broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pan fry the mushroom (already cut) then pour the meat ball to stir fry and lastly pasta sauce. Don't forget to add some water so that the sauce not so thick and finally the spaghetti. Here's are the ready make pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SVmfiqKbuyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nYa9FQPT0KA/s1600-h/Image497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SVmfiqKbuyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nYa9FQPT0KA/s320/Image497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285431055478405922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is my first time cook you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SVmfism4y6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oI93j7Uhptc/s1600-h/Image494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SVmfism4y6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oI93j7Uhptc/s320/Image494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285431056134622114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is looked like?? Not so bad eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6309627053288730805?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6309627053288730805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6309627053288730805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6309627053288730805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6309627053288730805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/12/menu-of-day-meat-ball-spaghetti-with.html' title='Menu of the Day (Meat Ball Spaghetti with Broccoli &amp; Mushroom)'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SVmfiqKbuyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nYa9FQPT0KA/s72-c/Image497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-3990752644350339565</id><published>2008-12-30T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:12:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Xmas Eve</title><content type='html'>On 24th of December we went to celebrate Xmas with two friends. Our first stop was at Cheras Look out Point (a place to see KL night view) and Blackhole pub located at Sri Hartamas.We reach Cheras at 830pm and the place so crowded with so many people. We have our dinner there and we exchange present (only with my loved one, friends don't have). He give me a neckless and I give him facial cleanser, Adidas brand. The view was excellent but the food not so nice and quite small portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner we head to Sri Hartamas to join my friend's friend. WE went to the 1st floor (VIP) and we have some drink (liquor). We can even sing karaoke there in an open hall which means your terrible voice will be hear by other people in the hall. We stay there until 2.30am. During that night DD behavior a bit embarrassing maybe he's drunk. He used to talk soft but that night he talk very loud and my friend asked is he drunk?  Usually he wouldn't talk that loud. When he talk to me that time he tab me many time and I told me not to tab me when wants to talk to me. He keep on doing the same thing, and I get frustrated. I told him not to do that again or else I'll pull his ear. I'll pull his ear few times he keep on doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like when people talk to me that time tab my body. He keep saying he's not drunk and he drank few cups he said no taste the liquor. I told him not to drink so much, he says is ok I still can drink few cups more. I prohibited him to drink more because he'll become more drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture not available due to no camera on hand*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-3990752644350339565?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/3990752644350339565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=3990752644350339565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3990752644350339565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3990752644350339565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrating-xmas-eve.html' title='Celebrating Xmas Eve'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6643978434657876923</id><published>2008-12-19T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:40:08.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Lunch</title><content type='html'>Today I brought a lunch box from my home. My mum prepared it for me. It contains rice and roast pork. When I start eat I thought the rice was just enough for me and to my surprise the rice is far too much for me. I was wondering why the rice still so much after I ate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my mum and asked her how much rice did she scope in the lunch box? She told me all of the rice (one medium bowl, not rice bowl) OMG no wonder so much and now my stomach very full. I left some rice in the lunch box, can't finishes it. I never eat so much rice in lunch, maybe tonight I reduce the quantity of the rice. Sooner I'll have "spare tyre". Maximum I can eat up to 2 bowls of rice but today I think is more then 2 bowls of rice. Very full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6643978434657876923?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6643978434657876923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6643978434657876923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6643978434657876923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6643978434657876923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavy-lunch.html' title='Heavy Lunch'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6312386750223540567</id><published>2008-12-12T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:06:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas is coming soon</title><content type='html'>Xmas is coming soon and it falls on Wednesday just 4 days after my closed friend wedding. I'm celebrating it with my loved one and friends on the Xmas eve. The present I brought for him few days ago and I wrapped it with nice Xmas wrapping paper plus a pink ribbon. After I wrapped it I only realised that I need to snap a picture to upload here but I totally forgot about it. Anyway I manage to snap a picture after I finish wrapped it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHw17DCodI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VoPwY4lLruk/s1600-h/Image484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHw17DCodI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VoPwY4lLruk/s320/Image484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278765047429112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the nicest present I ever wrapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6312386750223540567?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6312386750223540567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6312386750223540567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6312386750223540567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6312386750223540567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-is-coming-soon.html' title='Xmas is coming soon'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHw17DCodI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VoPwY4lLruk/s72-c/Image484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8761720915063911574</id><published>2008-12-12T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:03.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner 2</title><content type='html'>End of this I'm attending a closed friend wedding. I thought of wearing white looks like I can't. So yesterday went to Mid Valley to buy dresses. I walk around Mid Valley for 2 hours and finally I brought 2 dresses in same shop. The price are reasonable compare to other shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHuqayk75I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZAJhxPsr4jk/s1600-h/Image485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHuqayk75I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZAJhxPsr4jk/s320/Image485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278762650768306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of this dress only cost RM70+ after discount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHu9vUmfQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DHZO3qjYaaQ/s1600-h/Image486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHu9vUmfQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DHZO3qjYaaQ/s320/Image486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278762982697237762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cost RM99 no discount due to new arrival but it reasonable la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8761720915063911574?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8761720915063911574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8761720915063911574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8761720915063911574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8761720915063911574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-dinner-2.html' title='Wedding Dinner 2'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SUHuqayk75I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZAJhxPsr4jk/s72-c/Image485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-359025285527957309</id><published>2008-11-24T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:43:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a schoolmate's wedding dinner at Subang SS17. Three of us were invited (my mum, bf and me) and we left around 6.40pm. During our journey to the restaurant the clouds were extremely dark the time was only 6.45pm and it starts to rain slowly but luckly we didn't get wet due to we park inside the parking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner start at 8.30pm. The air cond are quite cold in the beginning due to the table still empty and I was wearing a sleeveless white dress. Later when there's a waiter passed by with a tray of red wine so we order 2 glasses one for me and one for him to keep myself warm. I just drank one glass of the wine and my face became like tomato. Later we try brandy, the brandy erm...... make my face even more red, until my chest also red. Have a look yourself. If i make-up no one can tell i make-up, because my face red like tomato and so warm and hot until I borrow my bf hand to put on my face, his hand was cold so I can make his hand warm and can cold down my warm face haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SSogLiatatI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMGN8G6Dfs8/s1600-h/Image474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SSogLiatatI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMGN8G6Dfs8/s320/Image474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272061696380070610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is my face red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SSohLNerEoI/AAAAAAAAANg/JElZrasLdPg/s1600-h/Image475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SSohLNerEoI/AAAAAAAAANg/JElZrasLdPg/s320/Image475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272062790271177346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever saw me they'll asked you drank wine? So red your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-359025285527957309?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/359025285527957309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=359025285527957309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/359025285527957309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/359025285527957309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SSogLiatatI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMGN8G6Dfs8/s72-c/Image474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2235309334750413305</id><published>2008-11-14T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:49:00.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Sudden</title><content type='html'>Yesterday suddenly my colleague said our supervisor no longer in this company. Hmm.. how strange. I really have no idea what's really going on with him and boss. Beginning of Nov he didn't come to work till yesterday until my colleague told that he's no longer in this company. Yesterday only I just knew that news at first I thought he was on leave to see his wife in home town but it was not what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he leave because he don't want us to loose our job???? That I really no idea. So start in this month EPF and insurance not longer in the list, my boss told me EPF and insurance no need to pay for him. It will be deducted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just leave so sudden without any messages so I don't where his job scope. With customer need to follow up. The customer he deal with yet to know that he's no longer in this company. Hard to follow his work because I also don't know the situation and the offer that he offered to that very customer. Sigh how troublesome. Some of the customer invoice is still with him when boss asked me have we receive the payment I really don't know what the price. Many people called him but he didn't answer the call. One of my supplier asked me yesterday is he on leave? I told him maybe the supplier called him for two days he didn't answer until yesterday my colleague told me that he no longer in this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No only that he left his hamsters here I don't think he'll take back his hamsters. I think now the hamsters owned by me. I don't know the food can survive this this week or not. This weekend only I can go buy the food for the pity hamsters abandon by his owner. How pity them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2235309334750413305?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2235309334750413305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2235309334750413305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2235309334750413305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2235309334750413305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-sudden.html' title='Out Of Sudden'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8664634987681869623</id><published>2008-11-05T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:42:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganbatei</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was told that company is insufficient funds by supervisor. He also mentioned that company will survive until end of this year or not. If really can't survive until end of this year one or two people will be sack. Hope this will not happen and the company will continue the business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my finger cross and pray for the best and the business will do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8664634987681869623?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8664634987681869623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8664634987681869623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8664634987681869623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8664634987681869623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/11/ganbatei.html' title='Ganbatei'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1036232867068689736</id><published>2008-10-28T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:26:01.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a public holiday and I went to Hulu Langat waterfall with a group of friends. It quite a long journey because it need to drive almost 1 hour plus to reach to the waterfall. The road was narrow and only one car can fit in. We were lucky enough during our journey there's no other car excepts three of our car uses the road. Its quite deep to the village area and the road are bumpy when we drive through the road. We cant even see the whole there and when we saw it, we emergency brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach to the waterfall around 11am. We climb to the uneven staircase to reach to the centre of the waterfall. Bottom of the waterfall quite a lot of people and the water not that clean is looked polluted. After we reach there we have a little game and 1130am start to change our cloth. The toilet near the waterfall there OMG was super "clean" and very smelly. No one can stand the smell. I went inside there for few minutes and quickly come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was icy cold. to my surprise the water at the center of the waterfall is not that clean either but it much more better at the bottom. At that time it not that crowded soon after one hour later the place became more crowded with people. I saw 3 A GUA  play at the side. The scenery there quite nice and there's one so place can slide down to the so called poll. I didn't slide down because I'm scare and the water are icy cold. I just sit at the side to enjoy the environment. Here's the picture of the waterfall. I only shot a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SQaA8OlxmFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dfNPBjO5CiI/s1600-h/Image446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SQaA8OlxmFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dfNPBjO5CiI/s320/Image446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034986826045522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap this this picture when I was on my way climb up to the center of the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SQaBccz8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/9G5aA9Xln3c/s1600-h/Image449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SQaBccz8Y9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/9G5aA9Xln3c/s320/Image449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035540399383506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is more nice then the previous one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1036232867068689736?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1036232867068689736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1036232867068689736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1036232867068689736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1036232867068689736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/10/waterfall.html' title='Waterfall'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SQaA8OlxmFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dfNPBjO5CiI/s72-c/Image446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4102578057132209515</id><published>2008-10-24T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:09:22.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You II</title><content type='html'>Last night he make me upset again and make me cry also. The story begin like this, I mentioned to him that this Sun I feel wanted to cut hair so I told him I wanna cut hair. After that he said "huh don't tell me you wanted to go at Summit there, don't want la, we go RM 5 hair cut one OK?" I didn't asked him to pay for me I just want him to fetch or accompany go that all. All I heard that I don't want to talk to him and I'm really upset. The phrase he said it turn me off is like one cold water pour to you. What will you feel if your beloved one told you like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4102578057132209515?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4102578057132209515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4102578057132209515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4102578057132209515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4102578057132209515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-of-you-ii.html' title='Because Of You II'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6590599189574092813</id><published>2008-10-23T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:24:27.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice</title><content type='html'>Imagine you have three hamsters in your office. When they're hungry what will it do or respond?? Running around searching for food? For the hamsters in my office they're not running around but running in the straight line and says where's our food? We're starving you moron. They'll bump to each other to find for food. You don't believe? Here's the video clip of the maces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d28a42bae752da73" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd28a42bae752da73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952133%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D451102C0ABCCC37A2E3ED5AF64F36DB07AFFF71F.2F65FE953E24E2DF36E45D3D0980EECC5DC46434%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd28a42bae752da73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFV4M1kk7_EFOXcTOPKZpY5IE0BA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd28a42bae752da73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952133%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D451102C0ABCCC37A2E3ED5AF64F36DB07AFFF71F.2F65FE953E24E2DF36E45D3D0980EECC5DC46434%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd28a42bae752da73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFV4M1kk7_EFOXcTOPKZpY5IE0BA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6590599189574092813?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d28a42bae752da73&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6590599189574092813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6590599189574092813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6590599189574092813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6590599189574092813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/10/mice.html' title='Mice'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1241867909503718258</id><published>2008-10-06T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:42:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You</title><content type='html'>Last week I was upset with 'HIM' because he said some thing very irritating and most of the gals dislike to hear it. He always complaint in front of me saying that he not enough money and in debt with credit cards. Is not that we don't want to listen or help, is just very irritating. Last week he was not around. He knew my mobile have problem and I told him many times. He called and my call diverted to voicemail. He said very difficult to call me every time my call divert to voicemail, waste 10 cents call 10x waste RM1. WTH what will you feel if your beloved one told you like this? Then I SMS him back and scolded him and if he think is a waste then don't call or SMS me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I SMS him, he called me, in the conversation I keep on shoot him and he said sorry and he will never repeat the same mistake again. He also said if he say some thing wrong tell him and he'll correct it.   After he said that I really mad and I have no mood to talk to him. when ever he make me mad I don't have the mod to talk or see him. The next day he called me and he pick me up from work. On the way home that time I didn't talked to him, he asked me one question I answer one. When ever he make me angry he'll asked me want to eat steamboat or not. This not I want, I just want him to apologise only I don't want any fancy or expensive dinner. What I want is just him apologise or pamper me back that all I want. I never want him to be romantic or maybe once in a while will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realise is he's not gentlemen enough, why? I'm going to watch movie with him at a very day. I was thirsty so he asked me what want to drink so I told him mineral water and he brought it. He quite dumb, he didn't open it for me, he just pass the whole bottle to me and I opened it myself. Some more the bottle are seal and hard to open and I stare at him and asked him to open it. If he open he'll drink first then he'll pass it to me. OK never mind, we share drink when in the cinema, the drink he didn't put in the center, he put it on his place, if I want to drink how am I take??? Then I scolded him not to put on his place. Start on that day he didn't put it on his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the guys so dumb or they act dumb? Every time need to tell them what we want, what we don't like, even we told them indirectly they'll never get. For example, I was talking to my friend and indirectly I was saying him what I don't like. For him, I need to be direct with him. Last Sunday he came to my house for lunch, so I asked him "do you know why I was mad with you that day?" He said yes, then I told him what I dislike, he didn't say anything at all maybe he scare he'll make me mad again so he keep quiet. I don't know he get it or not maybe he just entertain me??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I told him what I dislike I realise that he changed a bit. That Sun we went to play badminton with his friends. During the break time he asked me want to drink water and he opened it for me although not used to his so called new character but I feel more better then previous one. Maybe he start to change bit by bit. So when ever he make mistake must tell him directly or else he never get it. For my case, I need to tell him directly not going around, he'll never get it one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1241867909503718258?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1241867909503718258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1241867909503718258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1241867909503718258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1241867909503718258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-of-you.html' title='Because Of You'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1144078113759129608</id><published>2008-09-26T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:05:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to my bf place after shopping and dinner. Every thing were fine until my mum called. At that time I was in the washroom and I asked him to answer. I say for so loud he said he didn't hear it. I don't he really didn't hear it because of noisy or he didn't pay attention.  After I came out from the washroom I asked him why he didn't answer he said can't hear then my face turn sour at him. He just pretend nothing happened. I mad not because of he didn't answer the phone, I'm mad because he didn't apologise at the first place. Every time he make me upset he never apologise not even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just this time, every time I talked to him, I have to repeat the same phase many time until I'm damn frustrated. Of course you'll feel frustrated if you keep repeat the same phase many time right? He always huh? or didn't listen properly what I'm saying. For example I told him tonight we go xxxxxxx place he say ok then few seconds later he ask where we want to go??? That make me bengang. He like never pay attention at what I said, even I talked to him on the phone he never listen properly, until I have to say it very loud then only he can hear what I say. Every time I talked to him I'm really bengang. Why men never apologise when ever they make their loved one upset????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1144078113759129608?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1144078113759129608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1144078113759129608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1144078113759129608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1144078113759129608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-9188558162281882144</id><published>2008-09-25T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:24:34.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNssb1UOT7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/khSqc2IYKO4/s1600-h/Image431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNssb1UOT7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/khSqc2IYKO4/s320/Image431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249838647310438322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen may I present to you our office new members. On the left "Don't know what name", on the right "Also don't know what name" and on the top "No name".  When you see it running around the cave I'm sure you'll be mess up which is which for myself I can't tell which is which because they looked the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot which is which?? This three mice very choosy when feeding time. They only eat the small seed the big and long stick look like they don't even touch. Don't think they wouldn't bite it actually bite. Once I try to catch one of the mice I'm not sure whether I squeeze it too hard or what it bite me on my finger although it a bit pain, lucky no blood coming out from my finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-9188558162281882144?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/9188558162281882144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=9188558162281882144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9188558162281882144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9188558162281882144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-mice.html' title='Office Mice'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNssb1UOT7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/khSqc2IYKO4/s72-c/Image431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-682696940914224979</id><published>2008-09-19T12:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:48:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Foot need pedicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMtywKaybI/AAAAAAAAAI0/N_UBRW_d8SM/s1600-h/Image424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMtywKaybI/AAAAAAAAAI0/N_UBRW_d8SM/s320/Image424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247588340762069426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMty5qxrLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q6RRuJiiwJU/s1600-h/Image423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMty5qxrLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q6RRuJiiwJU/s320/Image423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247588343313706162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my ugly feet. My feet really need pedicure treatment, anyone out there know where can I get the treatment????&lt;br /&gt;My feet are dry, even I apply lotion or what so ever are still the same old ugly feet nothing change at all. Sob-sob the skin are peeling off, you can see it on the picture above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-682696940914224979?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/682696940914224979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=682696940914224979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/682696940914224979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/682696940914224979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-foot-need-pedicure.html' title='My Foot need pedicure'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMtywKaybI/AAAAAAAAAI0/N_UBRW_d8SM/s72-c/Image424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1274321554707699192</id><published>2008-09-19T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:40:16.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I really damn frustrated with my production guy. why am I so damn frustrated with him??? Every morning I have to clean the mess the done on last night. Not once or twice but more then 3x. How am I not frustrated??? This morning I'm damn pissed off with him when I reach office and saw the basin with the left over food with cleaning it. So I let it there until he comes and let him clean it himself.  Here's the picture of the mess he have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMszxebikI/AAAAAAAAAIs/--BXJTvuY_g/s1600-h/Image419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMszxebikI/AAAAAAAAAIs/--BXJTvuY_g/s320/Image419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247587258782681666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1274321554707699192?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1274321554707699192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1274321554707699192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1274321554707699192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1274321554707699192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-frustrated.html' title='Damn Frustrated'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SNMszxebikI/AAAAAAAAAIs/--BXJTvuY_g/s72-c/Image419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4621995635987840392</id><published>2008-09-11T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:34:59.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just For Fun</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my closest friend photo shot for her wedding. She''ll have her photo shot at Putrajaya. Hmmm.... as I look at the window the weather looks cloudy, no rain and sun, I'm not sure weather at Putrajaya same as here in Puchong. Some time it have a litle bit of the sun light and then it became cloudy again. Its a bit windy  also. Erm... just wondering how is she look when she's on her wedding gown??? MAybe like the Hong Kong actresses? Or still her own look??? Like one of my friend's brother wife her look like one of the HK actress (Yong Si Kei). Ok lets wait and see when her picture are done. Patiently wait for one month maybe???? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4621995635987840392?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4621995635987840392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4621995635987840392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4621995635987840392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4621995635987840392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-fun.html' title='just For Fun'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4919153726479810834</id><published>2008-09-10T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:01:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I'm damn frustrated with my Nokia 6233. Why am I so frustrated???? It's because it keep hang and it will restart by itself without I'm touching it. Every time I restart (taking out the battery and sim card and put it back) it will hang again and again. Damn it at that time I really wanted to throw the phone on the floor but I didn't do it. Sigh, just waiting for bonus maybe to buy new one. Actually I have enough money to buy new phone but I don't want to use  the money (to buy car la). So my priority is CARRRRRRRRR. Wonder when can I buy car?? Of course ASAP la, so that I can hang out with friends haha and dump my dear at home haha. (just kidding). When can I buy my new phone?????? Or maybe some one out there can give me as a present, birthday present, Christmas or what so ever present (I want Nokia N82 original one  wor) hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4919153726479810834?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4919153726479810834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4919153726479810834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4919153726479810834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4919153726479810834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-793126090620579111</id><published>2008-09-05T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:24:29.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Today 5/9/08 nothing much to upload here perhaps a few words about what happened in my office or what happened around me?? Erm... how to start or which to start?? Ok lets start with some gathering with my so called  long lost friend. Why I say long lost friend???? Because she come back once in a year or two, that why I say long lost friend. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I manage to meet her for lunch at Sushi King. When I met her she seem like a bit busy ( busy with what I have no idea)&lt;br /&gt;Then we have a chat. The day before we come out for lunch I already make an appointment with her see whether she's free or not.&lt;br /&gt;during the conversation, I asked her when she wanted to claim her free meal? At that time she not so sure whether she can make it or not, when I told her that her free sushi meal, she straight away agree to meet me on that day. (in chinese leoh fan ying) haha. On Wed I met her that time she wore black t-shirt, Friday I met her again with the same t-shirt I saw on Wed and so does on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I asked her "No shirt to wear, I met you 3 days, all 3 days also wear the same shirt?" She answer "yalo no shirt to wear wait for you(me) buy for me". "Haha sure sure no problem you follow me tonight go shopping I buy for you" but she can't make it so too bad. Then I forgot what she said but I just remember one phase she said which is support her whole life haha. I told her can wait till 30/2 then I support her whole life, haha. Hope she didn't read this if not I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next is my office Malay guy. This month is fasting month but he didn't fasting at all. Yesterday he still can go buy "nasi kandar" eat. One more thing I don't like about him is he smokes inside office. Not just that, when ever boss ask him to do some thing, he would do, he'll pass it to me and ask me to do. Of course I wouldn't do for him, and I ask him back who asked you to do? Is the boss got asked me to do? If the boss asked me to do I'll do it if not sorry it's not my job.&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor already told me that if he react funny tell him, so what ever he react funny I'll tell my supervisor. He thought he works there quite long he knew every thing, he's wrong, don't think he know every thing can do what so ever he like. Sooner or later he'll be fired. So lazy, come to office late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-793126090620579111?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/793126090620579111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=793126090620579111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/793126090620579111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/793126090620579111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6786123410851889535</id><published>2008-08-18T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:39:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reebok</title><content type='html'>Have you ever brought an expensive shoe cost more then RM 100? This is my very first time I brought an expensive shoe and it cost RM 115 (after 50% discount, if without discount RM 230). I thought I just wanted to buy normal sport shoe for work but end up buy Reebok. Usually the shoe that I brought is less then RM 60 (local brand la what else) but I like that shoe. Is white color with blue stripe. I brought it at Why Pay More outlet. I only wear it when I going out with my dear, now I'm thinking should I wear it when I hang out with my friends??? I only have this shoe to hang out, if I don't wear it I don't think I have any other shoe. The shoe are quite heavy maybe it's a training shoe???? For me is no different because I don't know how to compare which is which haha. Here's the pics of my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGdWNB0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/XGMyuI1IEB8/s1600-h/Image410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGdWNB0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/XGMyuI1IEB8/s320/Image410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793674147104578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's the shoe box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGXfk-KI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kOFo4GLB7wY/s1600-h/Image409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGXfk-KI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kOFo4GLB7wY/s320/Image409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793672575809698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Side view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGsPRCgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_QdvL8XiHNU/s1600-h/Image408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGsPRCgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_QdvL8XiHNU/s320/Image408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793678144539138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUG9JmaVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WTROArWdMbM/s1600-h/Image412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUG9JmaVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WTROArWdMbM/s320/Image412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793682684176722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUHP3TL5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4gdO7r0lV_U/s1600-h/Image411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUHP3TL5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4gdO7r0lV_U/s320/Image411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793687707692946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole shoe looks from top view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6786123410851889535?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6786123410851889535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6786123410851889535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6786123410851889535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6786123410851889535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/08/reebok.html' title='Reebok'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SKzUGdWNB0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/XGMyuI1IEB8/s72-c/Image410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2915866020722964683</id><published>2008-08-11T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:51:09.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Person</title><content type='html'>My company have a so called associate, he wanted to join venture with my company to do an event. I have no idea how my boss knew him, maybe some one introduce him to my boss. He's an Architect. At first he discuss with my boss how's the things goes. First time went he came to my office talks rubbish a lot. He always pride himself he's the Country Manager for Shell, then Regional Manager for what-what company, WTF. I don't know whether he's bullshit or what. First day he came to my office, talk rubbish then only start talking about the event details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sit in my office almost 1 day, then he wrote a sample of the tender, so he asked me to type as he wrote. Then then next day he came to my office again, this time he comment on the tender, one dot or coma missing he complaint like hell, @$$#o|e. Because of him, we didn't manage to do our thing, all is on hold. On last Friday, he drag my time, if not I already go back home watch the the opening of Olympic. On Saturday, he use my time until 6pm. He think we're so free. Every time there's a mistake in the tender, he'll talk rubbish, and pride himself how he settle the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's in my office, he complaint non-stop. He always said how good he work's with the European people, how gentleman they are, WTF. I still remember he requested a sample from us so we done one for him, a sticker with foam board and frame. We have our ways to make it done, as long as it nice. When he saw the sample, he start complaint saying that cannot do like this, not nice, bloody hell, we done so many of that printing none of the customer complaint only him. Then continue back to the discussion and tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He compliant so many things about the pricing and asked me to call my boss. I called him many times until Saturday, my boss fed up already. Everything need so details, until myself also fed up with him. Always said you cannot write like this, you must write like this, bla-bla. During my conversation with my boss, he fed up already and told me he quits. We'll charge for the time he used. Then I told that man, he's like so frastrated and said, we sent the tender already, now you saying wanted to quit? CAnnot like this, that's why I'm afraid some thing like this will happened. If he;s so afraid, at first why he want to join venture with us?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one in my company can't stand with him, my boss suspected him he's a con-man, so my boss didn't fully trust him. Complaint and talk rubbish. My bottle water put next to the fax machine he also complain, not just that, he make the monitor dirty, so I wipe, he also complaint. He's really an @$$#o|e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2915866020722964683?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2915866020722964683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2915866020722964683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2915866020722964683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2915866020722964683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/08/annoying-person.html' title='Annoying Person'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5395045388415890321</id><published>2008-08-04T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:40:28.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electro Static</title><content type='html'>What ever that I touched I get a little shock of the electro static. Why is this happened to me??? I have totally no idea what exactly happened. When I touched some thing will generate some electro static I feel shock on my finger tips and I can hear the sound "zeee" (the electric sound) especially steel or metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times when people are near me, they'll feel some shock from my body but I didn't feel anything at all maybe because my body have too much electro static in it?? For those who reading these any solution?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5395045388415890321?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5395045388415890321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5395045388415890321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5395045388415890321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5395045388415890321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/08/electro-static.html' title='Electro Static'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6719454782924743089</id><published>2008-07-24T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:27:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Last night I really have a bad day Last minutes my customer sent an email saying that he have some thing need to print urgently. So I do until I forgot that he actually need 28pcs of the poster and I only printed 20pcs. I didn't realise until I reach home and received call from him. Then I called my collegue whether he still in the office or not. His still in the office but he don't what the poster so I need to go back office at 915pm to rush the printing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the conversation with my collegue I get shoot from him and he asked me why I so careless and didn't think of them (they work till dawn), poor them also is my fault also. I called DErrick to pick me up. Then I reach office already then I received a call from the customer saying he does need the printing any more, because he can't rush for his customer as well so he said no need. After that I quickly call Derrick again to pick me go home, poor him rounding just because of me. Feel guilty for him have to sacrified his time for me, I know his tired already but no choice no one to pick me go office, my brother was there but he don't want to fetch me go so I have to called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I really don't what the hell wrong with me. Maybe the customer need the printing by 8pm so rush the printing till I didn't realise I left 8pcs more. If your customer need the printing in rushing will you left something???? Maybe will left some thing right?????? The story here is never, never do things in rush I'm sure you will left some thing or forgot some thing,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6719454782924743089?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6719454782924743089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6719454782924743089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6719454782924743089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6719454782924743089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-bad-day.html' title='What A Bad Day'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1824564063246491298</id><published>2008-07-06T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:16:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawn fishing</title><content type='html'>Today is my very first time prawn fishing with my collegues. We arrived at Desa Petaling pond around 430pm. Then I choose the spot i want and start prawn fishing. After 10 minutes one quite big prawn on hook. The first one are quite big later behind one are smaller then the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were there for 4hrs plus to get 11 prawns. Haiya I should snap the picture of the prawns before i cooked it, miss it already. After the prawn fishing I go the the weighting counter to weight the prawns, it almost 1/2 kg. In the 4hrs I pay 50.50 to get 11 prawns, you might say not worth it or expensive but for me is just the journey and the feeling. Try it, once you get the prawn on hook you'll be happy and you'll try for more prawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1824564063246491298?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1824564063246491298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1824564063246491298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1824564063246491298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1824564063246491298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/07/prawn-fishing.html' title='Prawn fishing'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7134970136522431687</id><published>2008-07-01T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:50:44.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money money money</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received 150 from my customer. Why I get 150?? Artwork fee. Not one artwork I done to get 150 is a few artwork (around 5 or 6 artwork then only get 150). Better then don't have anything. Other then that I also have a t-shirt I design for my customer (charity). Later I'll get the whole set or the charity printing ( t-shirt, bandana and button maybe) haha. Only I receive the t-shirt because I designed the t-shirt, my collegue have nothing. Maybe in my next post will upload the whole set of the charity printing. Wait for it.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7134970136522431687?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7134970136522431687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7134970136522431687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7134970136522431687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7134970136522431687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/07/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8589748898875539830</id><published>2008-06-26T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:48.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip</title><content type='html'>Finally I get the CD from Mrs. Tan. Today I manage to uploads some of the pics here. We were lucky we don't have any sunburn. Here's the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTIJt2QrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oMMEHx8Vg5Q/s1600-h/berjaya+redang"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTIJt2QrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oMMEHx8Vg5Q/s320/berjaya+redang" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216033824193266354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This the place we stayed, Berjaya Redang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpWcXzwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T7Idv5cg27Y/s1600-h/me"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpWcXzwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T7Idv5cg27Y/s320/me" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216034394545311490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of me with snorkeling equipment hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpRee3dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KaCpJEseIBA/s1600-h/me+%26+chea"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpRee3dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KaCpJEseIBA/s320/me+%26+chea" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216034393211985362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTplIUNjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gl_QJmB8pRA/s1600-h/walking"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTplIUNjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gl_QJmB8pRA/s320/walking" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216034398487721522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpk7B7oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cYUrVpmsR0Y/s1600-h/scared"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTpk7B7oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cYUrVpmsR0Y/s320/scared" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216034398431997570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8589748898875539830?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8589748898875539830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8589748898875539830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8589748898875539830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8589748898875539830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/06/redang-trip.html' title='Redang Trip'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMTIJt2QrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oMMEHx8Vg5Q/s72-c/berjaya+redang' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2838883757573397019</id><published>2008-06-04T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:36:52.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I have a short discussion with my boss. Soon my salary will raise again, huray!!!!!!! My current salary now is much more better then my previous employment. I worked at my previous company 1/2 year no increment at all and the boss never take care of his employees. Lucky I jump off from the company and came to this company. For your info, this company is my ex-company supplyer. My ex-boss already knew I'm working here, so what. Which company have better offer the person will go there, not just me every one else will go too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this company very relax, no pressure and when nothing to do, I can relax or even watch online drama, haha. (shhhh...). (alone at office when there's some one in of cause I don't watch). Maybe later have company trip to Hong Kong or some else. (hopefully). During my previous employment I always think went can I have increment or went can I leave that company, here I don't have the thinking any more. Why in my previous employment I think like that???? Well, because my ex-boss quite mean to us and never appreciate our efforts  and always asked us to do OT. Talk about OT when paying time haiyo, his face became "Justice Pao" (black/sour la) if he don't want to pay the OT then why asked us to do OT???? Anyway that is past tense and I'm happy to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2838883757573397019?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2838883757573397019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2838883757573397019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2838883757573397019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2838883757573397019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7438785767756317825</id><published>2008-05-27T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:49.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Swollen</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke up I feel my right eye swollen. Then I go look at the mirror, arh.... my eye really swollen. Why my eye swollen??? I have no idea, I just know my face was itchy while I was sleeping maybe some insect bite my eye. Here's how my eye looks. Looks like been beaten up by some one hehe so horrible :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SDtp1wIIXpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qp-8ecmQPoM/s1600-h/Image349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SDtp1wIIXpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qp-8ecmQPoM/s320/Image349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204870166529728146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SDtp2AIIXqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dSnqzSF4kDQ/s1600-h/Image351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SDtp2AIIXqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dSnqzSF4kDQ/s320/Image351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204870170824695458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7438785767756317825?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7438785767756317825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7438785767756317825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7438785767756317825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7438785767756317825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/eye-swollen.html' title='Eye Swollen'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SDtp1wIIXpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qp-8ecmQPoM/s72-c/Image349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8129638022443122928</id><published>2008-05-23T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:18:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Today I received call from my mum I thought she just wana ask me coming back for dinner or not, looks like is not I thought. She called and told me that she need to admit to hospital due to something growing in her body and need operation. When I hear it I feel sad and don't know what to say and start to get worry about her. When I'm writting this blog, I can't hold my tears any longer. I just don't know what to do. I ask her who will send her to hospital, she said my second brother will send her, lucky my bro is there if not I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then this is my dad, when he know about this, his start nagging. I really don't understand why my dad like to nag when his family in trouble or sick???? Is this the way he care for us???? I can't feel that he care for us, I only feel he just nagging. When ever I was sick he never ask are you ok, he just nag and nag, this not the way to show he care for us. He only know to blame us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I remember my mum fall down and injured her back and tell my dad, you know what his reaction???? Scolding. He never ask my mum are you ok, need to see dr??? He only know is blabla. I still remember until now what have he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8129638022443122928?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8129638022443122928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8129638022443122928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8129638022443122928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8129638022443122928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5094133100530630094</id><published>2008-05-12T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:43:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Mrs. Tan. So here are list of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Very easy get emotional&lt;br /&gt;#2. Always eat in front of the monitor/pc (busy with work)&lt;br /&gt;#3. Forgot to turn off the light after use the toilet (during office hour)&lt;br /&gt;#4. Some times read when in toilet&lt;br /&gt;#5. Bring my hp in when I'm bathing&lt;br /&gt;#6. Can't sleep in other room e.g. my mum's also can't sleep. Must in my own bed, pillow etc.&lt;br /&gt;#7. Lazy to fold the blanket after use&lt;br /&gt;#8. Lazy to wash plate after eat&lt;br /&gt;#9. After cook always asked my dear to wash hehe&lt;br /&gt;#10. Bath quite long (20-30mins)&lt;br /&gt;#11. Love to disturb other people when I'm free&lt;br /&gt;#12. Love to "boil porridge" (I'm bet you gals know what it means)&lt;br /&gt;#13. When no work in office online watch drama (OMG, I'm in deep shit if my boss know about it)&lt;br /&gt;#14. Love to spend money on food&lt;br /&gt;#15. Very talkative even to the person I just knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5094133100530630094?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5094133100530630094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5094133100530630094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5094133100530630094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5094133100530630094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-tagged.html' title='I Was Tagged'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6779023420458113333</id><published>2008-05-12T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was mother's day and whole family when to celebrate except my eldest brother went to class. We celebrate it at Zen Restaurant in Sunway Pyramid. Below is the food we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SCewcdgc-tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OR4BO8tdOE0/s1600-h/Zen+REstaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SCewcdgc-tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OR4BO8tdOE0/s320/Zen+REstaurant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318297826097874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truth this is only part of the food I took the pics. We order quite a lot the food, almost each of the food in the menu we ordered. I told my 2nd bro not to order too much wait till we finish every thing first then order again. He said it just a small portion can finish every thing not too worries.  I order 1 plate of the mixed sushi, mixed sashimi, jelly fish and soba noodle. You know how many he ordered? He order 1 more plate of mixed sushi, 2 garlic fried rice, miso soup, unagi, 2 sets of sushi roll, then got the so called tom yam soup and many more I can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sushi is served, we can't finish it. The most embarrassing is curi-curi ta pau back. So embarrassing. I told my bro not to order but he insist so I nag him.  Then he make his face, of cause la I nag him because I pay, every food waste will charge RM10 per 100g. There have 2 sets of the sushi roll you imagine how many grams there????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SCe4qNgc-uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0FZPxi9NY-k/s1600-h/Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SCe4qNgc-uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0FZPxi9NY-k/s320/Dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199327330142321378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pic are only part of the dishes served when whole family went for dinner. This dinner is cheaper then the lunch I paid for. Dinner have 5 dishes I only take 2 due to lazy hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6779023420458113333?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6779023420458113333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6779023420458113333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6779023420458113333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6779023420458113333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrating-mothers-day.html' title='Celebrating Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SCewcdgc-tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OR4BO8tdOE0/s72-c/Zen+REstaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2815788430917259023</id><published>2008-05-06T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:46:41.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Late</title><content type='html'>Last night I was working late. I went back home at 11.10pm and I'm damn tiring especially my legs and knees. Why is my legs and knees tiring???? U try stand for whole day and die-cutting the foam board. Not only my legs and knees tiring, my hand also tiring. Not 10 or 20 pieces is 500 pieces and until now not done the printing yet. After print, need to do some finishing such as laminate it, cut, stick on foam board and die cut it again, see need 5 steps to finish 1 single foam board. If 10 or 20 is ok can finish within 1 or maybe 1 1/2 day, this is 500pcs. We have to repeat 5 steps for 500pcs. Lucky not all I have to do, I just helping them to do some if I do all I die already. Meaning don't know what time I can go back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the customer came and he said wanted to add few artwork and he need 200pcs the foam board (of cause with the printing la) by 12.00am, so I told my production guy and he said no problem, but he didn't shows up at that time "WTF". This morning he called me and asked me how's everything? I asked him why he didn't shows up last night??? I even asked him to buy  us lunch for not showing up last night haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2815788430917259023?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2815788430917259023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2815788430917259023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2815788430917259023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2815788430917259023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/working-late.html' title='Working Late'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4917346283896048735</id><published>2008-05-02T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:38:20.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No use</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog I mentioned I requested the Dr. to wrote me a letter so that my stupid collegue wouldn't smoke in the office looks like it no use. He still smoke in the office, so damn sellfish and don't have a heart to care for other people. Every time when he smoke, I'll open all the windows so that all the smoke will go away and don't stays in the office. I don't care what he thinks I just open all the windows. He said hot, the air cond not cool then I tell who ask him smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He do this to me, never mind, in future he'll gets the same from other people or maybe not him, his children will suffer. Then he'll realise what have he done in the past. No matter how many times I told or request, he still do the same thing. Never mind, sooner or later he'll pay for it for what have he done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4917346283896048735?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4917346283896048735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4917346283896048735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4917346283896048735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4917346283896048735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-use.html' title='No use'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6850545730231476032</id><published>2008-04-29T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:42:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more check-up</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of follow-up check up. Huray..... no need to go hospital again, that's great. After I have my last check-ups I immediately SMS to my bf and few friends to inform them the good news. After I finishes all my medication, no more medicine to eat huray. No more medicine and I'm clear from the sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the check ups I requested the Dr. to write me a letter saying that I'm just recover and my symptoms can be worsen to cigarette smoke. If not my stupid college will smoke in the office. The letter I'll pass to boss so that he'll know what should he do. &lt;br /&gt;HURAY HURAY.................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6850545730231476032?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6850545730231476032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6850545730231476032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6850545730231476032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6850545730231476032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-check-up.html' title='No more check-up'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4451328927103454832</id><published>2008-04-28T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SBVYXvqt2hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okTCr9Ss2bw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SBVYXvqt2hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okTCr9Ss2bw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194154910197602834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I mentioned in my last blog that I'll upload the pics of the steamboat and Rakuzen pics so here is the pics.&lt;br /&gt; See how happy we are when we having our steamboat cum bbq? Only one thing, tiger she's like want to hide some where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SBVZCvqt2iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FHPtO_umIlY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SBVZCvqt2iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FHPtO_umIlY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194155648931977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating the Japanese noodle with my eyes closed, which means I'm enjoying the food. Yummy. My set is noodle with sushi, you saw the sushi delicious right?  Maybe another round Mrs. Tan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4451328927103454832?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4451328927103454832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4451328927103454832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4451328927103454832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4451328927103454832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SBVYXvqt2hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okTCr9Ss2bw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7695286028384301774</id><published>2008-04-23T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SA8Klvqt2fI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Wm_w_CpFxhg/s1600-h/1_898136107l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SA8Klvqt2fI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Wm_w_CpFxhg/s320/1_898136107l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192380538948540914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SA8Kl_qt2gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4QFYOlsS4K0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SA8Kl_qt2gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4QFYOlsS4K0/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192380543243508226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pic of myself that I edited. Just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7695286028384301774?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7695286028384301774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7695286028384301774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7695286028384301774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7695286028384301774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SA8Klvqt2fI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Wm_w_CpFxhg/s72-c/1_898136107l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6383246353077708070</id><published>2008-04-22T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:40:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Today when I reach office, the first thing is clean all the tables. When I go at the back of my office, there's a dustbin with rubbish inside. Underneath the dustbin there's lots of ants, and I saw some thing white moving. Its  worms crawling from the dustbin. This is not the first time I saw it, it second time. The first time with even more worms. That Malay guy throw the food waste in the dustbin and don't want to throw it away wait till few days. I asked him don't throw the food waste in the dustbin to avoid the worms but he didn't listen to me so this time I don't want to touch it and I wouldn't throw it let him throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated, I told him don't throw the food waste at the back, sure he'll forget to throw but he still throw there so let it be and I don't want to touch it. Let him settle. If one of your colleague is like that how you feel? Of cause you frustrated right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6383246353077708070?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6383246353077708070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6383246353077708070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6383246353077708070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6383246353077708070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4388887449828858935</id><published>2008-04-17T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:14:44.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Last night or early this morning I have a weird dream. I dream about I was some where doing some thing for company, then suddenly I legs freeze due to some one poke me with the acupuncture  needles. Then I unconscious, when I regain my conscious, I saw my friend SM (the acupuncturist) giving me treatment. Then I asked her why she's here and how she get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her what happened when she told me what happened, I have no idea and I told her I'm unconscious haha. Then the end of my dream is like not ending, why? The alarm rang and woke me up, is time to wake up. That my dream, strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4388887449828858935?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4388887449828858935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4388887449828858935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4388887449828858935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4388887449828858935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1815317482823568686</id><published>2008-04-14T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:13:14.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to shopping with my friends. Before we go shopping, we went to Rakuzen at Subang SS15 to have our lunch. Its a Japanese restaurant, the food are quite expensive, but I didn't ordered the expensive one of cause I ordered the set that are not expensive. It's have sushi and have noodle. After lunch we head straight to Sunway Pyramid around 2pm.   I brought a swim suit 89.91 at Parkson. Why I brought swim suit? For Redang trip la. I also brought sun blocks. After we go rounding I only brought two things. BPH only brought sun block and some lotion or cream. Later we went for a foot reflexology for 45 mins. The pics are not with me, waiting for BPH to email me. May be next blog I'll upload the pics. Hey BPH email the pics ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1815317482823568686?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1815317482823568686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1815317482823568686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1815317482823568686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1815317482823568686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping_14.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2604394646043300227</id><published>2008-04-11T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_9f8eMxXqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/czADd8NFayo/s1600-h/Image278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_9f8eMxXqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/czADd8NFayo/s320/Image278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187970788257521314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_9fteMxXpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EQQWKymCtK8/s1600-h/Image277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_9fteMxXpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EQQWKymCtK8/s320/Image277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187970530559483538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous blog I have mentioned food. Last night I went to the same restaurant with my bf again. This time I ordered tom yam seafood and he ordered curry mutton. Looks delicious? Then you go there and have a try. During lunch hour will be very packed so I advised you all go after office hour around 7-8pm. That time will be less pack and the food served quite fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat the seafood, especially the brown squid, it really like the real brown squid, the prawn not bad it taste like real prawn. For those who wanted to clean the internal organ, then can have a try there and the foods are not oily. It's a vegetarian restaurant la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2604394646043300227?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2604394646043300227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2604394646043300227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2604394646043300227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2604394646043300227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-part-2.html' title='Food Part 2'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_9f8eMxXqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/czADd8NFayo/s72-c/Image278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6444039189887586549</id><published>2008-04-09T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:50.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_zANAYsteI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HDp4Uyu43cY/s1600-h/Image276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_zANAYsteI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HDp4Uyu43cY/s320/Image276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187232200498394594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost finish my meal I only realise I wanted to take photo. Is this noodles vegetarian? The answer is.............................. Guess. Yesterday I went to have dinner with my dear and I ordered this noodle. We have our dinner some where at Bandar Puteri if you watched "Ho Chak" you'll know where I mention and the restorant named I-mushroom. The food are ok. The curry mutton is nice must try too bad forgot to snap the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever go there must try the curry mutton is delicious and tasty, hm.. yum-yum. It's really good he he. When you try then you'll know what is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6444039189887586549?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6444039189887586549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6444039189887586549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6444039189887586549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6444039189887586549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R_zANAYsteI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HDp4Uyu43cY/s72-c/Image276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5242009188149556381</id><published>2008-04-08T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:51:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>This coming Sun I'm going to shops for things to be going to Redang. I'm very anxious about it. I'm going to pyramid with my close friends. What to buy? Here are the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. swim suit&lt;br /&gt;2. sun block&lt;br /&gt;3. lotion &lt;br /&gt;4. sleeve shirt (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &amp; 3 is compulsory to prevent sun burn and dry skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya BPH if u read this need to pick u? Please let me know time so I can arrange with Tiger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5242009188149556381?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5242009188149556381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5242009188149556381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5242009188149556381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5242009188149556381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-792573604990588837</id><published>2008-04-05T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:29:38.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sign</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I mentioned I wrote the wrong details so I rewrite it again on a piece of white A4 paper and paste it on the page. Today I open the page and found out that very page was tear out. I wonder why want to tear it out? If I use liquid paper the very pape looks dirty and untidy so I paste it with another paper so that it looks tidy and clean. I already rewrite the details according to the customer name, what for they tear it out? If I ask for sure I kena tembak so better keep myself quiet.  What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-792573604990588837?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/792573604990588837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=792573604990588837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/792573604990588837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/792573604990588837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-sign.html' title='Bad Sign'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-3363753558049307233</id><published>2008-04-04T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:50:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day</title><content type='html'>Today when I reach office my so called senior arrived ealier then me. When my foot step the entrance, he called me and ask me some thing. Later shot by him because I didn't wrote the details properly. Sigh early morning before start doing anything kena tembak dy sob-sob. Is my fault too because I didn't write it proerly can't blame any one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-3363753558049307233?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/3363753558049307233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=3363753558049307233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3363753558049307233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3363753558049307233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-day.html' title='What A Day'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1874606442912056847</id><published>2008-04-02T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:43:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Last month (March) most of the week I went back around 1030pm due to rushing printing to customer. My work is depends on customers job, if the job is urgent means we need to rush it if not is ok can relax later can print. When is busy is busy like hell and when free means free and damn boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1874606442912056847?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1874606442912056847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1874606442912056847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1874606442912056847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1874606442912056847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8676420810095347181</id><published>2008-03-28T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:44:31.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Thing Happened</title><content type='html'>Last night I finishes work around 915pm and when for dinner with my bf. He brought essence of chicken for me and he put it at the back seat. When I get in to the car I saw it on the back seat and I also put my bag at the back seat with the zip close. Then we when for dinner. The car parked near the food court and we walk to the food court. After dinner we go take the car without realise that the essence of chicken is gone and my bag was opened, until reach my home then only we realise that the essence of chicken is lost and my bag is opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is nothing been broke, I wonder how the theif steel it? Lucky my bag don't have anything valueble and no laptop in it if not i'm dead. For those who reading this blog please do not leave anything in the car not matter valueble or not. Even the essence of chicken also got people to steal it. Hide it or make it don't look visible. Put it in the bonet is much saver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8676420810095347181?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8676420810095347181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8676420810095347181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8676420810095347181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8676420810095347181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-thing-happened.html' title='Strange Thing Happened'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7055563860968049378</id><published>2008-03-23T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:37:43.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuen kwai (Ghost)</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog i written a weirdo who release me. Today out of sudden I received a yahoo message from her. She's the one who release me why she keep bugging me? Because she don't have any more friends or her friends keep away from her? That's why she keep bugging me? I don't know maybe. In the message she written hi long time no see. I just ignore her and didn't reply her. Just keep away from her to prevent hurt by her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7055563860968049378?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7055563860968049378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7055563860968049378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7055563860968049378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7055563860968049378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/03/yuen-kwai-ghost.html' title='Yuen kwai (Ghost)'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-3956737286629673482</id><published>2008-03-21T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R-Nb7AYstdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HtWEsYR2QC0/s1600-h/a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R-Nb7AYstdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HtWEsYR2QC0/s320/a-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085065680205266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pic i edit just for fun and is just simply edit. The eyes looks like ultraman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-3956737286629673482?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/3956737286629673482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=3956737286629673482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3956737286629673482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3956737286629673482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R-Nb7AYstdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HtWEsYR2QC0/s72-c/a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-3439702470561270099</id><published>2008-03-16T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:53:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird People</title><content type='html'>Today I checked mail and received an off line  message. Is that weirdo whom sent it to me. In the message "Hi friend still want to chat with me?" Can you imagine that very person who broke the friendship suddenly ask you whether you still want to chat or contact with her? Is she a weirdo or what? She the one who broke the friendship suddenly want to be friend back. When ever she send me sms or email I ignore her but she send me message. Anyway what ever she do it none of my business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-3439702470561270099?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/3439702470561270099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=3439702470561270099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3439702470561270099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/3439702470561270099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/03/weird-people.html' title='Weird People'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8135305265922987120</id><published>2008-03-06T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:10:19.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Broken</title><content type='html'>I suppose to upload this blog weeks ago due to internet problem. How you feel when a friend broke the friendship and out of sudden she called and said it just a joke? For me once it broke is broke. You can't take it back if you release the relationship. I was so hurt during the PD trip. Start from that day onworth I didn't keep in touch with her any more not even sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return the cd to her by post. She called me but I don't want to answer. She called me twice. She asked need I post back the cd to her? Why should I keep her cd? If I really mean I can throw it away but I'm not that kind of person, no matter how bad that person treat me unless that very person really hurts me, I'll throw away. In the conversation she asked why I don't want to call her to take the cd? In my mind why should I meet her? I reply her You're the one who broke the friendship how dare I call you and why should I call and tease me again? She said are you scare of me? I reply her I don't want to call prevent you tease me again. Then she blabla and next time meet me. Next time she ask me out I'm not going. I rather stay at home lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my friends, most of them said just ignore her and she's not treating me as a friend as well. Less a friend like her I'm not loosing anything. I don't need to be sad for her. I don't have any feeling on her not matter what she say or what she do. She doesn't exsist in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8135305265922987120?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8135305265922987120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8135305265922987120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8135305265922987120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8135305265922987120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship-broken.html' title='Friendship Broken'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-286613508009024373</id><published>2008-02-27T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:30:19.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor girl</title><content type='html'>One of my close friend in depresion and I can only do is to give her moral support. We knew each other since primary school. Some times I feel sad for her due to her unfinished work load I wish she can work there happily but looks like she's not. Aren't good if some one replace her work load so that  she can finish all the work and rest more? Poor her. Hope when we on vacation that time she'll forget about all her work and enjoy the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-286613508009024373?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/286613508009024373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=286613508009024373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/286613508009024373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/286613508009024373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/poor-girl.html' title='Poor girl'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2614245802281670076</id><published>2008-02-25T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:44:17.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Faces</title><content type='html'>On my previous 2 blog I did mentioned about friendship. Yesterday I received a called from that very person. She asked me whether wana go Langkawi on Aug. I was very surprise when she called. She's the one who release me from the friendship suddenly called me. Is not that I don't appreciate the friendship but she's the one who broke it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she called me that time she sounds like "ng kam yuen" if that so why call me? This make me feel suspicious, must be have some thig going on. Since i back from the trip with her I decided not to join any trip organised by her or her friends.  When the friendship is broke is hard to fix back even the friendship is fixed it still the crack there and not that close like before. Every thing is changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2614245802281670076?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2614245802281670076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2614245802281670076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2614245802281670076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2614245802281670076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-faces.html' title='Two Faces'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1961846736201758255</id><published>2008-02-17T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R7fYYinu7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/rEghLpwkaD0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R7fYYinu7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/rEghLpwkaD0/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167837013552852498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time celebrate valentine day with my bf. He take me to dinner and give a dozen of roses. I mention to him not to but he insisted and I can't do anything, because it a waste of money. The flowers will die a few days later and it cost RM130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R7fYdSnu7iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RryfwI_v394/s1600-h/candle+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R7fYdSnu7iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RryfwI_v394/s320/candle+light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167837095157231138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food are quite ok not too expensive but the enviroment quite dark. In the cafe they only uses candle to lights the table and it looks deem and I can't see well in the dark but I manage to eat my food. I can't see whether my beef is well done or medium. It a bit burn at the side because is bbq steak not grill or fried. When I chew the beef, it like chewing rubber (not that hard but still can cut in to small pieces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we thought to have drink with my friends (couple also) but end up they came to my house gamble (hey I won RM13) from them. We played blackjack. I know they'll come a bit late so I bath first before they arrive hehe. They leave at 1130pm because they need to go back to pray (9 of Gods aka "kau wong ye").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1961846736201758255?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1961846736201758255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1961846736201758255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1961846736201758255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1961846736201758255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R7fYYinu7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/rEghLpwkaD0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6882676704757865489</id><published>2008-02-09T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My belated Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62o6inu7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/lP4VK_TFPMY/s1600-h/Image237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62o6inu7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/lP4VK_TFPMY/s320/Image237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164970071343164898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62oySnu7dI/AAAAAAAAADM/wTLxm8XDi6o/s1600-h/Image236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62oySnu7dI/AAAAAAAAADM/wTLxm8XDi6o/s320/Image236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164969929609244114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my belated birthday present golla from my cousin sister. Nice eh? Golla I have one too. I received it on the 1st day of CNY hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6882676704757865489?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6882676704757865489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6882676704757865489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6882676704757865489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6882676704757865489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-belated-birthday-present.html' title='My belated Birthday Present'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62o6inu7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/lP4VK_TFPMY/s72-c/Image237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-9006456558582721272</id><published>2008-02-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:51.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very First Spagetti Tshirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62oJSnu7cI/AAAAAAAAADE/CTBTU7d4b4k/s1600-h/Image244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62oJSnu7cI/AAAAAAAAADE/CTBTU7d4b4k/s320/Image244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164969225234607554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very 1st spagetti tshirt, looks nice? I brought it on CNY eve and I wore it today with mini skirt and heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-9006456558582721272?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/9006456558582721272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=9006456558582721272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9006456558582721272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9006456558582721272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-very-first-spagetti-tshirt.html' title='My very First Spagetti Tshirt'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62oJSnu7cI/AAAAAAAAADE/CTBTU7d4b4k/s72-c/Image244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5080867058576728283</id><published>2008-02-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62mLinu7YI/AAAAAAAAACk/HNJM3MK0-ck/s1600-h/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62mLinu7YI/AAAAAAAAACk/HNJM3MK0-ck/s320/Image235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164967064866057602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very 1st day of CNY I wore white dress with sun glasses, looks cool huh? This pic taken when I was on my way to my relatives house. Below are the pic of my dress and shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62mVSnu7ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/A6R970oAW9M/s1600-h/Image230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62mVSnu7ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/A6R970oAW9M/s320/Image230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164967232369782162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62nCSnu7bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZLp2ZaytD-c/s1600-h/Image229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62nCSnu7bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZLp2ZaytD-c/s320/Image229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164968005463895474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5080867058576728283?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5080867058576728283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5080867058576728283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5080867058576728283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5080867058576728283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R62mLinu7YI/AAAAAAAAACk/HNJM3MK0-ck/s72-c/Image235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8810803315237137571</id><published>2008-02-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:42:18.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Prawn Head</title><content type='html'>NOTE: THIS BLOG ARE NOT MEANT TO TEASE OR TO HURT OF THAT VERY PERSON FEELING IS JUST FOR FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to update my blog so I just simply wrote a blog about my close friend. This happened to her always, so now she hv a new nick name "Big Prawn Head" hehe. She always left some thing when she goes out. Some times when I sms her or called her she didn't reply, if she does it already pass few days, I know she's busy i understand that and I also forget what I sms her. When I can't reach her, you know how I reach her? By her blog and I leave a message there and I can reach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once me and Tiger when out for window shopping, then suddenly I ask her to call Big prawn head so she called but BPH didn't answer then I sms her only one word which is HELP (just for fun). No reply at all, then when we meet up me and Tiger asked her what happend to her and why is she so mysterious. Then only we realise that she's very tired  and forgot to reply hehe. Anyways we glad that she's fine and manage to hang out with us. We have a lots of thing talk about and we love to eat sushi and sashimi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry yea if this very person read this blog, is not meant to tease just to update my blog and I'm glad to have YOU as a close friend. ;p Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8810803315237137571?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8810803315237137571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8810803315237137571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8810803315237137571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8810803315237137571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-prawn-head.html' title='Big Prawn Head'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-558254004127998413</id><published>2008-01-31T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:46:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a friend or friendship means Part 2</title><content type='html'>If a friend really is your friend will she/he hurt your feeling or embarassed you in front of every one? The answer is NO right? Will your friend appreciate what you do for her/him? What if your so called friend never appreciate and what you feel about him/her? If a friend really called friend she/he will never hurt your feeling. When he/she called you and when you saw the phone rang and shows his/her number you'll automaticly feel "what the heck she/he wants?" Every time that very person call he/she wouldn't not ask how's things goes or care about, he/she will say some thing that make herself/himslf feel proud and praise herself/himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she/he always praise herself/himself, and always make fun of you in front of every one what you'll feel? HURT???? Of course it hurt alot especially some one so called friend. Meaning of a friend is no meant to hurt each other or praised himself/herself. Is a friend called friend whom always hurt, embarassed and make fun of you??? Is this a friend mean???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-558254004127998413?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/558254004127998413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=558254004127998413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/558254004127998413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/558254004127998413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-friend-or-friendship-means-part-2.html' title='What a friend or friendship means Part 2'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5678354490371944054</id><published>2008-01-29T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:42:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is near</title><content type='html'>CNY is within 1 week time. All the prepareation such as buying new cloths and cleaning house almost done. I brought a white dress and a pair of shoe for this festival. I mentioned it on my previous post. My company will be close end of this week for CNY will be back on business on 8th of CNY. No place to go also if I have long holidays, too bad. Never mind at least can sleep better hehe. Now Mrs. Tan start to plan to Redang trip so I'm going also coz I never been there before this is my first time, huray. Hopefully can go. I'm looking forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5678354490371944054?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5678354490371944054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5678354490371944054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5678354490371944054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5678354490371944054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/cny-is-near.html' title='CNY is near'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6721287437990399933</id><published>2008-01-27T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:52.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7t6oghZI/AAAAAAAAACE/wzSQDQ0IwtI/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7t6oghZI/AAAAAAAAACE/wzSQDQ0IwtI/s320/e.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160135301823235474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7mqoghYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u_ALSQlpgQU/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7mqoghYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u_ALSQlpgQU/s320/d.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160135177269183874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7BaoghXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zw9sAK7Npc0/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7BaoghXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zw9sAK7Npc0/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160134537319056754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to shopping and lunch with my "chi mui at Pyramid. Before we shop, we have our lunch at Zen Japanese restaurant. We sit there around 2 hours and we chat most of the time. From computer stuff to many other other things. We meet for 1/2 of the day I still say not enough for us to chat because we have to many stuff to talk. After our lunch we went to shop for CNY cloths. I brought a dress cost 89.90 (my first ever dress that so expensive), heel shoe cost 79.90 (first ever expensive shoe)at least it comfortable and nail color plus cleaner. Quite tired because I was wearing high heel shoe walk around 3-4 hours. Me and Tiger each of us brought cloth but Chea aka Mrs Tan didn't brought anything just the nail color and some make up tool. Today we eat quite a lot. The food was nice and fresh especially sashimi (raw fish). I love Japanese food but the portion was quite small that why we order quite a lot especially sashimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6721287437990399933?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6721287437990399933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6721287437990399933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6721287437990399933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6721287437990399933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/outting.html' title='Outting'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R5x7t6oghZI/AAAAAAAAACE/wzSQDQ0IwtI/s72-c/e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2904295086556618700</id><published>2008-01-21T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:46:42.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a friend or friendship means????</title><content type='html'>What a friend means to some one? For me a friend means I treat my friend sincere never try to hurt her/his feeling or even tease him/her in front of other people and respect his/her life style.He or she will know your character and how you behave.  Imagine a friend of you tease you in front of every one what will you feel??? Hurt??? Embarassed?? If a friend treat you a friend she/he will never tease you or hurt you in front of so many people. He/she will tell you or ask why you behave like this, is not good at the back not in front of every  one.  If a friend tease you in front of so many poeple this is not call friend, tease to the max and never think about your feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a friend always said "I treat you as a friend so I tell you this", blabla.......  If you treat some one as a friend you wouldn't tease or hurt him/her in front of every one. Is this called "FRIEND?" It happened to me quite a few times and tease by the very same person. Always said I treat you as a friend so I tease you so that you can grew up bullshit. If you wanted your friend to grow up it doesn't mean that you can tease him/her all the time to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She once called me I thought she wana asked me out to have a drink or some thing but is not. She called just to tease me again and said I lie to her, i didn't. I just told her that my friend also eat lamb not like to eat, She always said: "I treat you as a friend so I tell you this if I don't tell you this you'll never change, and if you not change the relationship is over. So let it be, if a friend treat you as a friend she/he wouldn't tell you this. Since that day I make up my mmind no matter what she ask me to do for her I wouldn't do it for her any more, never appreciate, and if she invite me to go any where else I rather don't join. Really frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2904295086556618700?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2904295086556618700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2904295086556618700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2904295086556618700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2904295086556618700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-friend-or-friendship-means.html' title='What a friend or friendship means????'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7649992626734226948</id><published>2008-01-14T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:06:04.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Last week I was invited to PD by my friend. I come back yesterday noon. The trip suppose to be a happy trip but it turn out not so. I thought is a happy trip. I was tease by my friend, that time my feeling really hurt. I just keep myself quiet and just ignore what she said. She keep teasing for 2 days in front of people. So just ignore her what she said but my feeling really hurt. She tease this not good that not good so why ask me to do???&lt;br /&gt;Next time she ask me to go anywhere or do anything for her I rather don't want to join or do anything for her. What ever I done she will tease so I better not to do anything for her. This is to prevent me get hurt again. I'm not saying anything about her it just I really hurt. I thought I wanted to upload some pic here or even blog here I think I don't any memorable memory there, so I just have this hurt feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7649992626734226948?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7649992626734226948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7649992626734226948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7649992626734226948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7649992626734226948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-9000961815630634566</id><published>2008-01-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:06:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>I'm in shit. My friend asked me a favour to edit the name card for her. In the cd have some data, today i edit it in my office. After i done everything so burn it in the cd using MAC but unfortunately I don't which button &lt;br /&gt;i press wrongly all the old data are gone and just have the latest data I just done, oh shit. I don't know she still need the old data or not. Oh GOD please help me. I checked it in this two MAC (MacBook and eMac) both only the latest data, god i really hope the data are still in the cd when i open it in my pc. Hope the old data still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-9000961815630634566?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/9000961815630634566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=9000961815630634566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9000961815630634566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/9000961815630634566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1747831859280596805</id><published>2008-01-01T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:59:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of 2008</title><content type='html'>Today is new year and it suppose to be a happy new year but I'm damn frustrated with my dad. Why? Early morning don't know what time he start knocking and sawing his damn "rubbish" which he brought from some where else (ukiran kayu). I wanted to have nice sleep but I was awaken by his stupid f***ing noise. When ever he have nothing to do or he can't sleep he'll woke the whole family up. @$$****. I really can't bear with him. He never think of other people he just think of himself. when the floor in the living is dirty he'll scold my mum why the floor so many durst? The fact is he's the one who make it dirty and blame other people.&lt;br /&gt;When ever his fault he never admit it and he'll blame other people. He make the floor dirty he just sweep it and never mop it clean, then he'll nag my mum and ask her to clean it. When ever he start to do his damn work the whole living will cover with durst no brain. Then he'll start complaining. Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1747831859280596805?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1747831859280596805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1747831859280596805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1747831859280596805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1747831859280596805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginning-of-2008.html' title='Beginning of 2008'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7318767638825713660</id><published>2007-12-30T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R3c8b2j08_I/AAAAAAAAABs/4AWz3zlrVLs/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R3c8b2j08_I/AAAAAAAAABs/4AWz3zlrVLs/s320/Image208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149651148121371634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the so called Xmas present from my new boss. Although is not expensive I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I worked there less then a month but I have present, for other company you need to work there above few years then you'll be rewarded. I appreciated it. Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7318767638825713660?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7318767638825713660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7318767638825713660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7318767638825713660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7318767638825713660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-present.html' title='Xmas Present'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/R3c8b2j08_I/AAAAAAAAABs/4AWz3zlrVLs/s72-c/Image208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2654770495706086248</id><published>2007-12-18T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:01:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Follow up Check</title><content type='html'>Today 18/12 I have appointment check up at Sunway Hospital. I was diagnose with tuberculosis and need to eat medicine for few months. After the normal consultation, I prescribed additional medication for another 4 months. I thought the bill is quite cheap and doesn't to eat more medicine but I still need to continue eat d medication. Sigh after I saw the bill it cost me 600+ wah damn expensive. For this bill I'm not sure whether I can claim back from the insurance or not, 600+ if can't claim die loh.I don't knw what my insurance agent react when she sees the bill.  God please make the bill claimable. The previous bills I don't know when I can get my money back, sigh. If 3 months I have to wait loh. Hopefully I can claim back my money as soon as possible. My bank a/c is getting more and more less due to this. At first I save the money to buy a car but now have to use it for medication if not I don't where to find money pay for the bills and lucky I have medical card during my admission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2654770495706086248?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2654770495706086248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2654770495706086248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2654770495706086248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2654770495706086248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-follow-up-check.html' title='Another Follow up Check'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7424515600947885096</id><published>2007-12-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:26:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked</title><content type='html'>Today 17/12/07 10.32 am I open one of my closed friend blog to read any update. When i log on to her blog i was shocked. Why??? She posted a blog on me. She is promoting me (please don't la pai seh la). Sigh what to do she's already posted it. Any way I just pai seh la I'm not angry or some thing. She's my closest friend and she'll getting marry with her darling oops is honey end of next year. I'm happy for her. I'll be her "chi mui" muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7424515600947885096?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7424515600947885096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7424515600947885096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7424515600947885096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7424515600947885096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/12/shocked.html' title='Shocked'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2850247527214748515</id><published>2007-12-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:45:02.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I really beh tahan with my dad always nagging non stop. One day he didn't nag he'll die. Always nagging the same thing nothing else. Little bit thing nag till the next day. He'll never understand the real situation. When he know the real situation he'll blame other people and never admit his fault. Always blame other people.&lt;br /&gt;His damn mouth always curse and never praise. He always think he's right all the time, when ever he's wrong and some one mention it, he'll start scolding. Just shut up the whole world will be peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2850247527214748515?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2850247527214748515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2850247527214748515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2850247527214748515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2850247527214748515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/12/shut-up.html' title='Shut up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-831340370800518204</id><published>2007-12-05T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:12:27.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At New Company</title><content type='html'>Actually I suppose to upload this blog on the first day of my work which is Monday but I was too tired to upload this blog. Today is my third day of work at new company. Yesterday I followed my colleague to go out see how they put on the sticker on the particular place, it was not easy especially at the high place. Yesterday i was very tired after dinner i took my bath, then I rest for awhile around 11.00pm I went to bed. Why I bed that early??? Imagine the whole day you just stand to do the work (cutting and pasting the printed sticker and a specific media) of course tired tired right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only able to sit for awhile while waiting for the sticker print or during linch time, poor me, but is ok la. Every one in this company threat me ok no politic. What every I ask they'll answer and help me, that's good. My boss once told me that in this company no boss and employee all is the same, like this not much pleasure that good news. I think every one likes it if the boss threat all of his/her employee like this, not much pleasure work also relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-831340370800518204?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/831340370800518204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=831340370800518204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/831340370800518204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/831340370800518204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-new-company.html' title='At New Company'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6125019060490991114</id><published>2007-11-24T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:20:52.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen is for Cooking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Imagine if the kitchen is not meant for cooking. It use it like a garage to do carpentry works. This happened in my family. My dad uses it as a garage to do his stupid carpentry works. How to cook there or even drink water there? The wood dust are all over the place. They  chicken my mum covered it will polluted by the wood dust. &lt;br /&gt;No brain. Even the foods covered the dust might pollute it. The wood dust are very thin when when the wind blows it fly with the wind. The kitchen is not meant for carpentry works idiot. When he saw the kitchen dirty, he'll start nagging. At the first place who make it dirty and who done the carpentry works there? I really disappointed with this kind of attitude. If some one done carpentry works there, do you dare to cook or eat the food in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he do it in other place? Brought back all the nonsense thing and wasting money. When ever he's lack of money, he'll start yelling at people and the victims is us. My 2nd bro told him to stop buying all the nonsense but he wouldn't listen instead he scolded him and he said his money, how he spend it his business.If I have no money left I'll sell the old house. See, if your dad told you like this how you feel? Disappointed? That is why what ever he do we can't border any more. If we open our mouth prepare to get shoot non-stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6125019060490991114?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6125019060490991114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6125019060490991114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6125019060490991114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6125019060490991114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/kitchen-is-for-cooking.html' title='Kitchen is for Cooking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6487039406447102226</id><published>2007-11-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:29:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Bitter Medicine I ever Ate</title><content type='html'>On 20/11 I went to check up at Sunway Hospital. The doc prescribed two more additional pills for me. It smaller then the previous pills. Don't think the small pills wouldn't be bitter, it more bitter then the big one's. Why the doc prescribed two more additional pills? This is because after I ate the medication, I'll have fever so the medication is for me to control the fever. I thought some thing wrong, after I asked the doc, the doc said is normal because the medication is fighting the bacteria in my body, that's why I have fever. Since the doc said I'm fine no need to worry much, no need to worry loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6487039406447102226?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6487039406447102226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6487039406447102226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6487039406447102226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6487039406447102226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/most-bitter-medicine-i-ever-ate.html' title='Most Bitter Medicine I ever Ate'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7501954119167111632</id><published>2007-11-20T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:05:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Good</title><content type='html'>Today (20/11) I went for check up. The doc said I'm fine nothing serious no need to worry much. I need to go back check once a month. My blood test report shows I'm fine and the medication didn't cause me any problem at all. After I complete all the medication I'll be fine and healthy. Sigh, I still need to eat the medicine for three month I guess. Every day eat medicine so cham sob sob. Lucky this disease is harmless and wouldn't spread to other people. No need to worry about this any more hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7501954119167111632?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7501954119167111632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7501954119167111632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7501954119167111632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7501954119167111632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-good.html' title='I&apos;m Good'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6079747852440020498</id><published>2007-11-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:44:11.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Test</title><content type='html'>Today I went for blood test at Sunway Hospital. It takes only 5 minutes to complete and it cost me RM 186, damn expensive. Just blood test only need that expensive meh? Lucky the bills I can claim back from my insurance if not.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6079747852440020498?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6079747852440020498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6079747852440020498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6079747852440020498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6079747852440020498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/blood-test.html' title='Blood Test'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2372215904954825103</id><published>2007-11-16T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:44:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh since I was diagnose that I have tuberculosis I'm quarantine by my mum, she don't even allow me to go out. Poor me. I stay at home for 1 1/2 month without doing anything or going anywhere, damn boring. I know she's doing this for my own good but I'm really damn bored stays at home, even she prohibited me to eat the oily &amp; spicy food. Eggs and seafood she also prohibited me to eat, sigh I'm only allow to eat clear dishes.&lt;br /&gt;My stupid bro he knew that I'm not allow to eat these food but he still buy that food to seduce me eerrgghhh...... He even eat in front of me and put it in front of my face and say "Eat la very nice, eat la". Stupid bro. Never mind, I'm not that easy gal he can seduce me with the prohibited food some more that snack not that nice like he mentioned, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really boring stays at home every day without doing anything or going anywhere, at least my dear accompany me by sms me and lucky I have Internet access so I can surf the net or play the online games (not like the cyber cafe game). If you want to know log on to this web: www.miniclip.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2372215904954825103?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2372215904954825103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2372215904954825103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2372215904954825103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2372215904954825103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring.html' title='BORING!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1420064079560184674</id><published>2007-11-12T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:33:39.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Fan</title><content type='html'>Errrggghhhhh..... Stupid fan in my room make me can't sleep well. It make noise all the night. Is time to change that stupid fan. Every night when I sleep I need to cover my ears with pillows due to the noise of the stupid fan. Stupid fan!!!!!!!!!! The noise quite loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1420064079560184674?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1420064079560184674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1420064079560184674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1420064079560184674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1420064079560184674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-fan.html' title='Stupid Fan'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-579303679521452336</id><published>2007-11-06T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:52:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine, medicine</title><content type='html'>Today 6/11/07 I go for follow up check up at Sunway Hospital. The report was out. In the report it return I'm  infected with TB viruses. The doc said is safer then cancer. So I refer to other doc. No wonder my fever like share. The doc said lucky he done the biopsy. If the biopsy done later I don't know what will happen. Then later when I consult the chest doc, she prescript  2 months medication for me. After 2 weeks I need to go for check up again. Each days I need to pop up 9.5 tablets of pills. The medication cost me RM459.90 damn expensive but lucky I can claim back from my insurance. I wonder why and how I infected with that such viruses. I don't have cough at all how come I was infected?????&lt;br /&gt;I just have fever and lymph node infection that all. Strange!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-579303679521452336?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/579303679521452336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=579303679521452336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/579303679521452336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/579303679521452336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/medicine-medicine.html' title='Medicine, medicine'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1813672005567737159</id><published>2007-11-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:29:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrgggghhhh..............</title><content type='html'>Some times I'm really unhappy with my bf. He like blur-blur. When I asked him some things he always say don't know. That I don't like about it.  When I go dinner with him he help me order some food, he ordered other food. When my food not arrive yet he just sit there and enjoy his food without thinking i'm hungry or not. When I asked him go ask is the food ready or not he'll finish his food first without thinking whether I'm hungry or not. He said let him finish his food first then he'll go ask for me. That time I'm really upset with him. &lt;br /&gt;When ever he make me angry he never do some thing to make me happy back. He always asked me is he make me angry???? This I'm really frustrated. When ever he make me angry he just let it be without doing anything. That I really don't like. Always need to tell him what mistake have he done, boring la. I'm tired of leading. Why can't he learn some thing new leh???? &lt;br /&gt;When ever he don't know the place he wouldn't go, always the same place boring. Always asked me where want to go, he don't have any new idea and always I the one to make the decision.  Why can't he make the decision???? Why can't he surprise me with some thing new??? What ever I do he never notice anything, other word he never observe me properly. &lt;br /&gt;Please think of some thing new or even surprise me. I don't need him to be romantic, just think of some thing new and be gentlemen. When raining time, he just take the small umbrella instead of taking the big ones. Small one will make both of us wet even though it can bring us closer. I just want him to be a bit more creative that all I want nothing else and know the way where we wanted to go that all nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;That all I want not too much right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1813672005567737159?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1813672005567737159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1813672005567737159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1813672005567737159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1813672005567737159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/errrgggghhhh.html' title='Errrgggghhhh..............'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-1080958971047552065</id><published>2007-11-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:53.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/Ryspo7D8VJI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0J-KFbDk4A/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/Ryspo7D8VJI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0J-KFbDk4A/s320/Image176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128238383717176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody spot my wound????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/11/2007 I was operated, due to the lymph node infection and I have high fever. So the doc not satisfy that I still having fever so he said he'll remove the lymph. Starting 31/10/07 midnight start fasting (means can't eat or drink).&lt;br /&gt;7am I was woke up by the nurse and they give me two tables but I don't know what is that. Later after the medication, I was given a green looks like dress it only have two strings for you to tie. Before I change, I requested to use the safety box. After every things I kept in the box I start to change, which means every things you need to take it out including your bra and underwear (naked la).&lt;br /&gt;7.30am I was push to 3rd floor operating theatre. From there they'll checked you name and asked some questions to double confirm are you the person. Soon after the checking I was given a cap like shower cap to cover my hair. &lt;br /&gt;Around 8.15am if I'm not mistaken I was pushed to the operation room, in the operation room, the bed looks smaller then the bed I sleep in the ward. I was transfer to the smaller bed and they start to put some wiring on my body.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner they give me to breath some gas that will make you sleep. What they done to me I have no idea, no feeling at all even the doc operate you.&lt;br /&gt;When I regain my consciousness I was outside the operating room. I was give oxygen   to breath then there was a nurse next to me and call my name. She asked me am I ok???&lt;br /&gt;I just feel dizzy and feel like wanted to throw up but didn't. Last night fasting where got things to vomit???? Later around 10am I was pushed back to the ward and I sleep there around 2 hours without moving. After 2 hours I start to move around and begin to change back my cloth and take back my things in the safety box.&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery my tempreture drops to normal which means I have no more fever. talk about fever, before the surgery my tempreture like the share up and down.&lt;br /&gt;My wound are ok then I was discharge this morning. While waiting for the approval from the insurance company, damn long, I wonder why it takes so damn long. Waited around 3 1/2 hours lucky by 1.15pm every things settle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-1080958971047552065?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/1080958971047552065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=1080958971047552065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1080958971047552065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/1080958971047552065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-surgery.html' title='After Surgery'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/Ryspo7D8VJI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0J-KFbDk4A/s72-c/Image176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-928351186783693158</id><published>2007-11-02T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:53.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injection Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RysfE7D8VGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xe1wGtV4nI0/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RysfE7D8VGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xe1wGtV4nI0/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128226770125608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows I was having injection. When I took this this picture, the nurse asked me what am I doing. Due to neck infection, I was injected 3 times a day for this antibiotic medicine. During the injection, walau eh, damn pain. According to the nurse who inject me, she said that was the strongest antibiotic. When the medicine was injected through my vein, the medicine like burning and like some sort of insects biting my vein. That is why the injection need to be done slowly if not I shout for pain or I will cry. &lt;br /&gt;  Ok let me tell you the schedule in the hospital: What time should I start??? We start from early morning till the next day ok???&lt;br /&gt;* 5/6am- Measuring your body temperature and your blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;* 8am- You will woke up by the trainee/student nurse to change the bed sheet&lt;br /&gt;* 8am- Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;* 10am doc will come check on you whether your condition is ok or not&lt;br /&gt;* 12pm lunch&lt;br /&gt;* 1pm (or depend on the medication arrangement) Medicine will given&lt;br /&gt;* 3pm (depend the timing) Injection&lt;br /&gt;* 5pm Measuring your body temperature and your blood pressure again&lt;br /&gt;* 6pm Dinner&lt;br /&gt;* 2am Measuring your body temperature and your blood pressure again&lt;br /&gt;So it will continue for the next day, how to sleep leh?????&lt;br /&gt;Please note: this picture are before my surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-928351186783693158?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/928351186783693158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=928351186783693158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/928351186783693158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/928351186783693158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/injection-time.html' title='Injection Time'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RysfE7D8VGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xe1wGtV4nI0/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6967141527794096219</id><published>2007-11-02T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:53.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RyscMbD8VFI/AAAAAAAAABE/1-XH2oF86K0/s1600-h/Admission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RyscMbD8VFI/AAAAAAAAABE/1-XH2oF86K0/s320/Admission.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128223600439743570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 29/10/07 I need to go back for follow up check up due to my lymph node infection and have some fever. On that very fine day I go there for check-up and the swelling still there so the doc not satisfy with the result so he ask me go for the CT Scan and he'll decide whether I need admission or not. &lt;br /&gt;Actually on that day I already prepare my things and ready for admission. So after the scan I was admitted to Sunway Medical Centre (bill was damn expensive, lucky I have medical card). Before admission I need to run the CT Scan, it really expensive for the report and 2pcs of the X-ray film. You all must be guessing how much is it rite???? RM 533. Lucky my darling was there and he pay for me if not I don't where to find the money to pay for it TQ darling. Lucky what ever bills before I admitted to hospital it claimable after my follow check-up. I don't know how long will it takes as long as it claimable I don't mind but not that long until 1/2 year la :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6967141527794096219?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6967141527794096219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6967141527794096219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6967141527794096219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6967141527794096219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/11/admission.html' title='Admission'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RyscMbD8VFI/AAAAAAAAABE/1-XH2oF86K0/s72-c/Admission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8807474931012631950</id><published>2007-10-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:15:19.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Need to Eat Medicine</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I have been sick almost 1/2 due to my neck swelling (the doc called it nibs lode swelling) please correct me if I'm wrong.Then yesterday went to checkup at Sunway Hospital. The doc said it infection and he asked me do I have this swelling before? I told him I had before 8 years ago. This time is the worst. Then he also asked wheather I want fast recovery or not, if want admit to hospital for 2 days and it will cure. I told him I don't want to admit to hospital so he give me eat antibiotic until this Sunday and next Monday, go checkup again. The doc also said if my neck still swelling    prepare for admission. Then he'll scan my neck scare have some thing must remove via surgery, Oh my goodness. Hope after I finish the medicine I doesn't need admission. For those who are reading my blog, healthy is the most important thing in your entire life. Money you can earn it anytime and anywhere but health once gone it hard to regain it back especially when you have very serious sickness, like CANCERS, HEART ATTACK and etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8807474931012631950?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8807474931012631950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8807474931012631950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8807474931012631950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8807474931012631950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-need-to-eat-medicine.html' title='Still Need to Eat Medicine'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-7394589060611794372</id><published>2007-10-23T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:07:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy is Most Important</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after dinner gathering (not mine, my darling's with his friends) when to consult doc again due to my neck still swelling. So when I reach the clinic the doc asked me what's wrong with me and he said I came on 12/10/07. So I told him what's wrong. At first he thought wanna run blood test on me but the test already done. Then he thought wanna give me stronger medication so that my swelling can recover and when he double checked he said his boss already give me the strong medication. So he said he'll write me a letter and ask me go hospital for the checkup and see what's wrong with me. If just the infection its ok but I scare is some things else like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CANCER. After the checking will know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear will accompany me go checkup. No matter what happen hope he'll support me. Tomorrow is the day I go for checkup hope nothing goes wrong and I'm fine with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-7394589060611794372?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/7394589060611794372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=7394589060611794372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7394589060611794372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/7394589060611794372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/healthy-is-most-important.html' title='Healthy is Most Important'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-5572385345864288119</id><published>2007-10-21T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxrKHNtD95I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qvYUknNBvsw/s1600-h/P9220082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxrKHNtD95I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qvYUknNBvsw/s200/P9220082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123629751373920146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog and picture suppose the publish last month. I'm waiting for my friend to burn it to cd so have to wait lo. It was at one of the temple at OUG. See so happy can play lantern and see moon while walking on the street with my dear, erm... so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-5572385345864288119?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/5572385345864288119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=5572385345864288119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5572385345864288119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/5572385345864288119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/moon-cake-festival.html' title='Moon Cake Festival'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxrKHNtD95I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qvYUknNBvsw/s72-c/P9220082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6335955455640704858</id><published>2007-10-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:40:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dluxproductions.com/games/yougame/leprechaun.swf?imageID=4ed727fd2c75e6de2edc218e547ccfb4&amp;amp;name=You" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="300" height="250" name="maskmaker" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dluxproductions.com/games/yougame/view.php?gamename=leprechaun&amp;amp;imageID=4ed727fd2c75e6de2edc218e547ccfb4&amp;amp;name=You"&gt;Get Code&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dluxproductions.com/games/"&gt;Create Your Own!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTI1MjAxODY0MzcmcHQ9MTE5MjUyMDE4OTc1MCZwPTMxNjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6335955455640704858?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6335955455640704858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6335955455640704858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6335955455640704858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6335955455640704858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute-posting.html' title='Cute posting'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-8627916120955692389</id><published>2007-10-16T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:54.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Faces'/><title type='text'>Makan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxReMttD94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QoK5PxE4sOk/s1600-h/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxReMttD94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QoK5PxE4sOk/s320/Image144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121822248747136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture showed how ugly he eats. Sorry ya dear, because your eating style is so cute so I posted it heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-8627916120955692389?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/8627916120955692389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=8627916120955692389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8627916120955692389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/8627916120955692389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/makan.html' title='Makan'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxReMttD94I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QoK5PxE4sOk/s72-c/Image144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6985665955455169557</id><published>2007-10-16T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:54.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing with my dear'/><title type='text'>Dinner with my Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxRbfttD93I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdZAT6z5Yss/s1600-h/Image118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxRbfttD93I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdZAT6z5Yss/s320/Image118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121819276629768050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxRbBdtD92I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kGevRhvj9XM/s1600-h/15102007049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxRbBdtD92I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kGevRhvj9XM/s320/15102007049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121818756938725218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Loh Ma Chi (in Cantonese means mother) at Bandar Puteri(near my home). This is only partial of the food display on the table. The soup are boiled from herbals and next to it is same just they add some of the spices to make it spicy (they have small, medium and super spicy). Buffet style and most of the thing i.e bowl, chopstick, spoon and etc you have to take yourself, self service ma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my dear. We took this picture after we finish dinner in his car and near to my home (down stair). He looks a bit silly when he don't smile during photo section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6985665955455169557?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6985665955455169557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6985665955455169557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6985665955455169557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6985665955455169557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/dinner-with-my-dear.html' title='Dinner with my Dear'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxRbfttD93I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdZAT6z5Yss/s72-c/Image118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-6390696116323118217</id><published>2007-10-13T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:54.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab or should I say crabs??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAwX9tD90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vaDqpQqzAc4/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAwX9tD90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vaDqpQqzAc4/s320/Image141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120645964578944834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy............... Crab for lunch tomorrow. In the bucket have 5 crabs, that means each of us have 1.  I brought this crab from my friend yesterday, the day I consult doctor (I order from her last week, I take it after I consult doctor, hehe). This morning my mum told me that one of the crab escaped from the bucket, ran and hide behind of the main door. I wonder how it escape, the bucket seem to be quite tall for the crabs??? Anyway the crab recover and it back to the bucket safely haha.  My mum will cook the crab with sambal (chea favorite hehe) but i cant eat with sambal so i ask my mum to cut the crab and i cook myself. I cook it with garlic butter hehe. Hey don't envy me. You try to learn and cook it yourself if you want, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-6390696116323118217?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/6390696116323118217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=6390696116323118217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6390696116323118217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/6390696116323118217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/crab-or-should-i-say-crabs.html' title='Crab or should I say crabs??????'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAwX9tD90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vaDqpQqzAc4/s72-c/Image141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-4414693821278076180</id><published>2007-10-13T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick for One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAucttD9zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TPZLawSjvh4/s1600-h/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAucttD9zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TPZLawSjvh4/s320/Image140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120643847160067890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4 pcks of medicine I have to eat pity me (that means I have to take 5 pills of the medicine). This time is the worst time in my life (sick for so damn long and consult 3x doctor). Yesterday went to consult the doctor, he since I sick for so long he said he need to test my blood and x-ray scare I got dengue or TIBI, thank got I'm fine. After all the checking, he asked me want injection? As long as I recover faster I don't mind at all. Hope i recover faster no more medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-4414693821278076180?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/4414693821278076180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=4414693821278076180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4414693821278076180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/4414693821278076180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-for-one-week.html' title='Sick for One Week'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/RxAucttD9zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TPZLawSjvh4/s72-c/Image140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838865768856884412.post-2184478171549184490</id><published>2007-10-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:30:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hi there, this is my first blog in this blog. When there's new update i'll update it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838865768856884412-2184478171549184490?l=cppsusan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/feeds/2184478171549184490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838865768856884412&amp;postID=2184478171549184490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2184478171549184490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838865768856884412/posts/default/2184478171549184490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cppsusan.blogspot.com/2007/10/becoming-blogger.html' title='Becoming a Blogger'/><author><name>Susan's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aWizOCfqOO4/SGMFZ5akOmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DPa7CCFa_CA/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
