<?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-37215616</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:10:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kookymom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6819330890634286203</id><published>2010-02-28T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:26:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love... family breakfast at McDonald's!</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how well McDonald's has done it's marketing campaign(s), albeit obvious or subliminally, that a quick (informal) survey shows the weekend will be great if we start out with a McDonald's breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I, along with nephew Fahmie, enjoyed our McD breakfast at King Albert Park and we realised that Sofya, sitting happily in her red Ronald baby chair, is having her first HAPPY breakfast at McDonald's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first McDonald's breakfast! What a joy! She may not have any teeth yet but boy is she enjoying her hotcakes with maple syrup! Y-U-M-M-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are moving into our own home in c ouple of weeks time, we also look forward to many many more Happy weekends, at the wonderful Golden Arches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6819330890634286203?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6819330890634286203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6819330890634286203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6819330890634286203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6819330890634286203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-family-breakfast-at-mcdonalds.html' title='love... family breakfast at McDonald&apos;s!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8857365797920125990</id><published>2010-01-20T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:51:59.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>showing off</title><content type='html'>ok... since i'm supposed to be a typical proud mom, who should not stop gushing about her baby... here's sofya over the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KGrQy2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6agn2eQATL4/s1600-h/sofya_pinkstroller-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KGrQy2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6agn2eQATL4/s200/sofya_pinkstroller-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428664013385943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KvmltVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZVrXQzFR5xM/s1600-h/snowwhitecrocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KvmltVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZVrXQzFR5xM/s200/snowwhitecrocs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428664024372196690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KyYsC2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZhJR3xuVpFc/s1600-h/fy_faceshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KyYsC2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZhJR3xuVpFc/s200/fy_faceshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428664025119198050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z8k2nSujI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-LxOt9EgTqQ/s1600-h/sofyacar_red-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z8k2nSujI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-LxOt9EgTqQ/s200/sofyacar_red-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428663373419166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8857365797920125990?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8857365797920125990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8857365797920125990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8857365797920125990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8857365797920125990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2010/01/showing-off.html' title='showing off'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/S1Z9KGrQy2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6agn2eQATL4/s72-c/sofya_pinkstroller-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7217081707223161823</id><published>2010-01-16T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:25:20.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spots on her face!</title><content type='html'>since i am kookymom, i really should gush and blog abt lil Sofya often... she's all-cuteness and thoroughly princess-y with a bit of attitude, still despite being down with fever for close to a week. Her first fever since she was born, and it hit her hard! Got me sick too, and i'm still trying to get better (not getting as much rest as i should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dr Heng warned me of an outbreak of rashes/spots once the fever subsided but i didn't think much about it until they appear, making Sofya look like she has eczema or something! Still super pretty, but just look as if mommy not taking proper care of her *sighz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7217081707223161823?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7217081707223161823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7217081707223161823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7217081707223161823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7217081707223161823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2010/01/spots-on-her-face.html' title='spots on her face!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2128979433017786463</id><published>2010-01-15T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:39:28.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nature prevails... with God's plans</title><content type='html'>the miscarriage rate for first-time mums, during the first trimester is alarming but i never thought i'd be set near it but today i grieve alongside one of my dearest fren who lost her 12-week old baby. I can only imagine the pain she is feeling, the loss she is experiencing... some say the pain is worse than labour itself and having to go through the whole confinement period w/o an actual birth or a baby, must be a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfrens probably see me as the defiant mom during my pregnancy - one who does not adhere to traditions &amp;amp; customs - i basically enjoy my pregnancy albeit was tough. i ate and did what i wanted, although never without uttering a prayer or clutching tight to faith and believing that God will keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy and childbirth are key milestones in a woman's life, a time where I believe, our faith is tested, and we are pushed up close to life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is unnatural, and unjustifiable for a parent to bury his child, regardless at the starry stage of 12 weeks, or 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we can do is to pretend to be happy for our child, and believe that God really wants him/her to be amongst his angels and that there is a revelation that He is meaning to send to us, in time to come. We just have to manage with our loss the best we can and learn to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally for husband and I, we cannot imagine the death in us if anything were to happen to sofya. we pray that we be blessed with long family life, enough to set her to independence, enough to let her know how much we love her. She is far too young to understand loss, and we are too incapable to deal with loss, and we hope God hears our plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an optimist who thinks of the worst, so that i can better prepare myself and I just succumbed to tears and heartache at the thought of she leaving me, or me leaving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is not easy. Not yet dear God. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2128979433017786463?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2128979433017786463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2128979433017786463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2128979433017786463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2128979433017786463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2010/01/nature-prevails-with-gods-plans.html' title='nature prevails... with God&apos;s plans'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7031740166559164291</id><published>2010-01-02T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:44:46.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day into New Yr...</title><content type='html'>2nd day into 2010 and i am at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i find it quite lame to be in office on saturdays, i'm pretty swamped with work and i consider this my Me-time as well. While i'll continue to reason with  the bosses at this new workplace about work-life balance and exercising flexibility, for now i make use of this saturday work arrangement as time to catch up on work, especially when my work schedule revolves around sofya... and it's not an easy task, but I CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 2010 to be an exceptional year for me, sofya and husband and we'll strive towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm starting off the day with a light breakfast recommended by husband - Tiger Biscuits with Milo, and i must say it's quite delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Sz6kqRfonyI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wj-bhYlhylk/s1600-h/02012010114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Sz6kqRfonyI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wj-bhYlhylk/s200/02012010114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421952047558205218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7031740166559164291?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7031740166559164291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7031740166559164291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7031740166559164291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7031740166559164291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-day-into-new-yr.html' title='2nd day into New Yr...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Sz6kqRfonyI/AAAAAAAAAak/Wj-bhYlhylk/s72-c/02012010114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4211646140242910889</id><published>2009-12-31T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:16:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010</title><content type='html'>2009 was the year husband and i welcomed our precious lil princess had couplehood turned into a family. Well, three&amp;#39;s definitely nt a crowd now, although we kinda had to compromise on our romance... But that&amp;#39;s another topic altogether. &lt;br&gt;Anyway, after an almost pleasant yr we&amp;#39;ve had (except for that pathetic car accident that we&amp;#39;re involved in 2wks back), we hope that 2010 will be a better year, more prosperity, better health &amp;amp; showered with blessings from Him.&lt;br&gt;Personally for me, i hope my family remains strong &amp;amp; our love unwavering cos family is an integral foundation for success to follow. I hope i&amp;#39;ll do well in this new job, &amp;amp; be a better person, a better wife, fren &amp;amp; daughter (i&amp;#39;ll forget abt losing wt, &amp;amp; becoming fitter cos it&amp;#39;s nvr realised!)&lt;br&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4211646140242910889?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4211646140242910889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4211646140242910889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4211646140242910889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4211646140242910889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5149989957881993039</id><published>2009-12-31T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:17:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction to ice</title><content type='html'>this love affair, adoration for ice cubes started somewhere in my 2nd trimester. Medically it signals the lack of iron in the body hence the cravings for "non-food" items during pregnancy. But such cravings should disappear after delivery but mine is here to stay. Definitely. And i kinda welcome it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love ice cubes.. munching on them just relieves stress and tension, and sometimes makes me all calm and sedated. Now that I have started work and freezer-less, i am missing the ice-cube munching activity LOTS! and problem is the nearest 711 carrying those handy-pack ones as well as Gulp dispenser drink is about 15 mins uphill walk from the office! (i actually did the walk the other day... cos it was soo warm, and feeling the strain at work... just needed the relief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while others have started food blogs, chocoloate blogs etc... i am going to keep updating this entry of mine with a list of where to get nice ice chips/cubes to satisfy this crazy habit of mine. Who knows, i might even make new friends who are just as addicted to ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places that serve great munchable ice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf -- small cubes of ice that's easy to the mouth and yummy to crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KKH Maternity Ward -- medium sized cubes that are surprisingly easy to crunch. Really stress-relieving in between contractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kopitiam -- large sq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uare pieces that are thin and easy to crunch altho' too bad about the 30cents charge for a cup of ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burger Kin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g -- medium flat squares that are easy to handle and fantastic to crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nald's -- small-medium squares of crystal clear ice... Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co -- thick squares with a dimple in each ice cube makes them easier to crunch and chew. As lovely as its seafood platter! haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovered this just yesterday! The drinks stall at Chong Pang Food Centre... soft crushed ice... super duper yummy! this is easily my no. 1 now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;more cool="" updates="" to=""&gt;&lt;/more&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;more&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice chips fr fish  &amp;amp; co... i know, i know.. almost gone (this was my 2nd cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Szxd5i294CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gqV97aNfcwM/s1600-h/10122009098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Szxd5i294CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gqV97aNfcwM/s200/10122009098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421311294638514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5149989957881993039?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5149989957881993039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5149989957881993039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5149989957881993039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5149989957881993039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2009/12/addiction-to-ice.html' title='addiction to ice'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Szxd5i294CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gqV97aNfcwM/s72-c/10122009098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5245192069481165472</id><published>2009-12-28T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:32:48.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again...</title><content type='html'>been gone for awhile now and back, although i must say that i'm a different person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to be a wife to a wonderful husband, who got me pregnant and now am a mom to a darling precious girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretchmark-ed to the max, i went through labour with eyes closed, no epidural to keep myself in touch with reality, feeling God's love and his blessing, rejuvenated and loving life like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her lil hands touching our face everyday, remind us of God's presence and how blessed we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, I'm a mom now. a mom who is torn between being the sole caregiver, or being a contributor to the family's income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a working mom. it's not easy. and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, introducing Ms Sofya Nur Ateeya. Our beautiful gift of light. Perfect.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SzhezlAPL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Cfjl9USswGY/s1600-h/29102009071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SzhezlAPL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Cfjl9USswGY/s320/29102009071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420186391739838418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofya at 6 months. Adorable. well, i am biased. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5245192069481165472?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5245192069481165472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5245192069481165472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5245192069481165472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5245192069481165472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-again.html' title='back again...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SzhezlAPL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Cfjl9USswGY/s72-c/29102009071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1537176408789023338</id><published>2008-07-04T11:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:39.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really been a while since i last updated this. Been terribly busy with new centres set-ups, whole new fresh branding and having to reason with a superior who is not inspiring, and i believe she herself is uninspired. That's work. Hugely stressing. Terribly exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, welcomed youngest nephew to my world last month. Lutfi Al-Khaleeq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SG2YhZIuz0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WMk6_wSsId4/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218995242642886466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="104" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SG2YhZIuz0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WMk6_wSsId4/s320/DSC00356.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorable, and too bad I am too overwhelmed by fatigue to exchange more than one song to him. His arrival also meant i had to vacate my room for my sister's temporary (it better be!) stay. Seconded to the living room, and darling Fahmie (eldest nephew) kept me company. Sweetest boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Fahmie is enjoying his birthday month (July) a lot! Got him the latest Clipo (it's a cooler version of Lego) and 2 Ben 10 figurines (he's gonna be surprised by a huge one which Adelene, my gal pal, is giving him tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ben 10. It's soo cool, and just because I am a girl, i am Gwen Tennyson, while the boys and himself got the super cool alien creatures. Himself is Diamond Head, Fahmie's Four Arms, and we all gave Hadi, XLR8 (cos he is super fast and extremely notti too!) Go watch Ben 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994663723899842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SG2X_sfsG8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/R8XtMlHhR6Q/s320/DSC00359.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1537176408789023338?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1537176408789023338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1537176408789023338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1537176408789023338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1537176408789023338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/07/craze.html' title='CRAZE'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/SG2YhZIuz0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WMk6_wSsId4/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3417666492387227196</id><published>2008-05-12T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:09:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning up. clearing up. for new lives</title><content type='html'>i had to clean up my ultra-messy room to make way for my sister who's gonna pop her baby like anytime soon, and also to prepare the other room for my other half, for our wedding this August (yippee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's great clearing up the dust and cobwebs and what-nots. gives me a sense of relief, release throwing away items down the rubbish chute. While i threw away greetings and birthday cards from my past, i realised there are some things i cannot dispose of - even though i am gonna share the room my hubby-to-be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures taken during trips with good old frens, the lovely phuket trip with Farl, Wadi &amp;amp; Is, the backpacking adventure with Is... i packed them all nicely into a box... not a secret stash but a momento package for me. We were so young then and so much joy and carefree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up also meant having to dispose off all the stuffs from creep(s) and lose all the skeletons in the closet. Gonna start a new life with him and the wardrobe's gotta be sparkling clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of old times will be in my personal hard drive, and i will carve new fantastic ones with him in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna welcome new baby nephew and lifelong partner soon. It's gonna be GREAT, i pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3417666492387227196?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3417666492387227196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3417666492387227196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3417666492387227196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3417666492387227196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/05/cleaning-up-clearing-up-for-new-lives.html' title='cleaning up. clearing up. for new lives'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2313839294758556255</id><published>2008-03-31T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:30:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irksome</title><content type='html'>you know what? some people are really oblivious to others or they are just shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this girlfren, who WAS the most creative, wacky, fun-loving and really really fun to be with... the one who always jumps with delight (literally!) and really excited about things. However, since she got on with this guy, she is no longer any of the above. REALLY! Along came her boyfriend, and POOF! went her charisma. Now she is this docile, clampy, and really boring. As if that is not enough, her boyfriend (now fiance) tags along at every gathering that we have - despite them clearly spelt as ALL-GIRLS-ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy that she finally found someone who will take care of her and all, but when he is starting to impose himself on us (and it's just his presence ok.. i am not going to the part when he starts to converse and is all cocky k) and takes away the very essence of what's so unique about my girlfren, i doubt he is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting quite sad actually. it's getting quite depressing that each one of us are starting to sulk at every gathering at the sight of them now, and it's worse when our gf is blind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i give her the benefit of the doubt before her every arrival, betting with other frens on whether he will come along or not. and i keep losing my bet$. and i am a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my gf back... the one who is the sweetest, and fun and everything that she used to be. Fond memories. I wasn't even very close to her, and I miss her much. I think the rest must be reeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2313839294758556255?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2313839294758556255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2313839294758556255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2313839294758556255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2313839294758556255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/03/irksome.html' title='irksome'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7023602246681814822</id><published>2008-03-24T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:39.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humanity</title><content type='html'>Let's get back to reality and the very basic thing that sets us apart from animals - humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the war... the killing... we may look different but the colour of the blood that we shed is the same - crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdraw the foreign troops and let the country breathe and stand on its own. And everyone, just breathe and seek solace and practice tolerance. We must no longer be at war with each other any longer. At the rate we are going, God might as well send one huge rock from the sky and wipe us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R-dOA1OiPjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fJD46VksYFg/s1600-h/Dec18-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181195672508055090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R-dOA1OiPjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fJD46VksYFg/s320/Dec18-40.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7023602246681814822?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7023602246681814822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7023602246681814822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7023602246681814822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7023602246681814822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/03/humanity.html' title='humanity'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R-dOA1OiPjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fJD46VksYFg/s72-c/Dec18-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7795216574893030522</id><published>2008-03-14T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:50:49.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been to hell... and back</title><content type='html'>i was determined to be discharged the other time as the pain has subsided tremendously and it was getting pretty miserable being in the ward. ( i was beginning to cry every single day from Day 4 onwards then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once home, the pain was back and by the 3rd day it was so severe, we went back to the hospital at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time round, it proved what my instincts told me - the kidney stone is still inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surgery was planned and done, stone removed and now back home, i have a rubber stent in me to help the passage between the kidney and the urinary tract. i can feel the hose everytime i pee... could feel it expand and contract and i cannot dilly dally shld i feel like peeing as it will hurt the longer i try to hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling better although temperature keeps spiking at night which makes me even weaker and recovery slowed down. but i am determined to get better... for i kinda missed work, and before my boss starts clearing my desk. i just wish i can burp easily for my chest is hurting with all the air just wanting to get out... i can't burp, i can't sneeze cos it hurts my side... gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my frens, thanks for the constant prayers and well wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7795216574893030522?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7795216574893030522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7795216574893030522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7795216574893030522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7795216574893030522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-to-hell-and-back.html' title='been to hell... and back'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8197807072347983856</id><published>2008-03-03T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:40.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst state of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;been missing in action for awhile now... well, got hospitalised over the weekend for what was thought to be back pain, turned out to be severe blood infection as well as kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in for 8 days, poked over 40times for blood, drips etc... horrible, not to mention the constant pain i felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but being (very) sick made me realise how close God is, as well as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parents slept by my side (or Mom, rather) and when she wasn't able to for it was taking quite a toll on her, the boyfriend (yes! he is back) will be the one sleeping on the hospital floor, one hand on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me how much more selfless and kind they can be. I am so touched and i thanked God every single day for opening my eyes wide, never mind the pain and misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R9npQZ0nA9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YYSqCfxVDWQ/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177425714657821650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R9npQZ0nA9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YYSqCfxVDWQ/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R9npxZ0nA-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/o_4_D2nrgTY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177426281593504738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R9npxZ0nA-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/o_4_D2nrgTY/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8197807072347983856?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8197807072347983856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8197807072347983856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8197807072347983856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8197807072347983856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-state-of-my-life.html' title='worst state of my life'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R9npQZ0nA9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YYSqCfxVDWQ/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5996202214248136479</id><published>2008-02-21T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:40.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE WINS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;while other bigger countries are grappling with their nation's troubles, this tiny island (or the tiny red dot as previosuly mocked by one neighbouring President) has won the bid to host the Youth Olympic Games 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that SUPERB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... kewl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here's to 2 1/2 yrs of more developments and success! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169396557684118786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R71ix9PjlQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ChNSk24hyIQ/s320/SYOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRAVO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5996202214248136479?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5996202214248136479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5996202214248136479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5996202214248136479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5996202214248136479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/02/singapore-wins.html' title='SINGAPORE WINS!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R71ix9PjlQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ChNSk24hyIQ/s72-c/SYOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-504719869007062087</id><published>2008-02-04T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:25:51.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>rahad came back for a super quick wedding reception... quite belated, i must say... over 1 yr past her actual ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;we enjoyed ourselves, food was great and ambience.. well.. simple and normal, though it did get rather noisy towards the end...&lt;br /&gt;as for the bride, she looked resplendent and she looks so settled down! *envious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the pics via my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=13358&amp;amp;l=27a9f&amp;amp;id=554389242"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-504719869007062087?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/504719869007062087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=504719869007062087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/504719869007062087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/504719869007062087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6494785501806013132</id><published>2008-01-29T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:49:36.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ushering in the yr of the rat</title><content type='html'>been a hectic first month of 2008.. having to juggle projects (and hoping to score a hatrick at the end of it), keeping my cool with senseless monster of a boss (which takes a lot of effort, and biting of the tongue to keep me from spewing vulgarities), and packing the loads from the dungeon in current office for the move to new office, all the way at forsaken Changi! (have i mentioned before that it is already a drag to go to wrk now... it's gona be a trying challenge to withstand the 45mins journey in the train to Changi! the train better be in tip-top condition... no more crappy faults, breakdowns... oh pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope it's gona be a great fengshui, mving in and settling down right before the Chinese New Year. And according to fengshui master, Lillian Tool (spell-check pse), the Yr of the Rat will prove to be great for me at wrk, social and love... although it's quite dim on the healthside... kinda beats it right if ur health is at risk. well, we'll see, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just try to live and do as rightly as i can, and pray that all will not be so rough. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6494785501806013132?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6494785501806013132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6494785501806013132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6494785501806013132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6494785501806013132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/ushering-in-yr-of-rat.html' title='ushering in the yr of the rat'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-9213458464997296488</id><published>2008-01-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:53:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy? don't be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too Busy for a Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.' After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. 'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.' All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.' Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.' 'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary' Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists' That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-9213458464997296488?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/9213458464997296488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=9213458464997296488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9213458464997296488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9213458464997296488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-busy-dont-be.html' title='too busy? don&apos;t be...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4936293759071794522</id><published>2008-01-17T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:05:55.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters</title><content type='html'>i went to colbar just the other night and it's really the chillest place to hang out at! (colbar is this ancient coffeeshop that used to be located at Jln Hang Jebat... anyway, it's somewhere arnd wessex estate) The plus point about the "cafe" is that no one bugs u, the curry chicken is yummy and.. there is a book corner! anyone can borrow or park their "unwanted" books there... no rules about it, except that boring old computer manuals are banned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, u noe how i choose most of my read? from the covers! the more colourful the cover, the more likely i will pick it up. ok... anyway, from the pile of yellow-ing books, i one that looks kinda new and interesting - Feeling Sorry for Celia. And i tell you, it's GREAT! i finished the book in just one day! and now, i think i will do what the protagonist's mum does to her - write notes and paste all over the house for her to read! (they have this weird relationship where the mom is occupied with everything else but her daughter, and Lizzy is this perfect daughter who goes to a nice private school... etc etc) Anyway, the story is told not in the usual way, but via letters... letters from Lizzy to her best fren, her mom and vice versa, and letters to Lizzy from "The Association of Teenagers", "The Association of Creative Correspondents" and even "The SOciety of People Who Will Fail in High School (and most probably Life as well)"... just read it &amp;amp; you'll find it funny too.. i am bad at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the book inspires me to write to my [future] daughter. and one of the notes will sound like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[name of daughter] !!! [smiley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i hope you are home as I expect you to be... i am away at work and will be stuck in a meeting. before you embark on your important homework, which must be done in due diligence, do grab the laundry and dump them into the machine for a speed wash. as for lunch, i have cooked rice for you, although the broccoli and carrots will need to be boiled. I think you might like to have creamy mushroom basil salmon so i have opened up the recipe book and ingredients are in the fridge. Just follow the instructions and voila! Have fun with your lunch! I am sure it's gonna be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/s: what do you think of my new red shoes? [polaroid attached] Lovely huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/ss: I might be home late tonight as i think i will need to grab a matching bag to go along with the new shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/sss: dad will be home late too, as i am bringing him along to pay for the bag [smiley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/ssss: don't forget to hang the clothes, once machine is done! [smiley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your mum (who adores you so much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[and i am sure dad loves you loads too!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4936293759071794522?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4936293759071794522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4936293759071794522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4936293759071794522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4936293759071794522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/letters.html' title='letters'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2069826720517146043</id><published>2008-01-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:08:33.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>it's hard to part with someone whom you hold so dearly... and more often than not, i cannot do the "tear old photos-delete number" regime. I just can't. And although harsh words may have been uttered, words so bad they can just pull you down, you just cannot let go of the great wonderful times that was shared before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i cannot forget, but i can forgive, and with that i know i can move on. i just hope i will move on good, and not re-gress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying goodbye yet. not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2069826720517146043?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2069826720517146043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2069826720517146043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2069826720517146043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2069826720517146043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1536247546043839281</id><published>2008-01-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:59:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting the material, needing the immaterial</title><content type='html'>who doesnt enjoy being pampered? the kate spade bags, the tod's shoes, the hermes scarf &amp;amp; the ubiquitous LV-anything... all things material makes the outlook all splendid but if you do not have the very important essence in life, all the luxuries are just - BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your partner is insincere, or just giving you all these ka-ching stuffs to substitute his non-existence, then i think they just end up being just them - inanimate things. fashion items i could easily chuck aside, and just be passe at the next fashion season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might be bewildered by some people's life choices, but i know that i do not want my happiness to be just a brand, albeit that Prada bag does look great hanging from my arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want sincerity, i want time, i want my man to be with me... not @ my beck &amp;amp; call, but really, truthfully, want me and be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare me those items... i do not need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1536247546043839281?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1536247546043839281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1536247546043839281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1536247546043839281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1536247546043839281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanting-material-needing-immaterial.html' title='wanting the material, needing the immaterial'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6157958931272533447</id><published>2008-01-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:34:40.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rindu.sayang.</title><content type='html'>kadang2 org yg kita sayangi, tak semestinya bersama dgn kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau rindu, pejamkan matamu dan aku akan berada disisimu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6157958931272533447?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6157958931272533447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6157958931272533447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6157958931272533447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6157958931272533447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/rindusayang.html' title='rindu.sayang.'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6917814603776774307</id><published>2008-01-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:00:13.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>i was quite excited to be back at wrk and looking forward to a great year ahead but my mgr had to kinda spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not give her publicity here...writing abt her will make me think more of her! *eew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gona be darn bz the next few months with 3 centres opening all at the same time... and the fact that i have to pack my stuffs to move to Changi! aargh! i dread the move! imagine having to travel from Jurong to Changi, and at the same time be at the beck and call of the 3 new centres! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the move to Changi will also spur me on to run... cos Nike Singapore is right beside us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: did not do the scheduled run the past couple of days... :( but @ the same time i havent been eating.. so kinda lighter now, i think? *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s2: the gals have yet to call me... watever &lt;em&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6917814603776774307?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6917814603776774307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6917814603776774307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6917814603776774307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6917814603776774307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2400653063284144237</id><published>2008-01-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:25:32.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>did not run today. clouds are grey above me. i am sulking away. bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"each man kills the thing he loves" -- Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2400653063284144237?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2400653063284144237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2400653063284144237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2400653063284144237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2400653063284144237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-146283475603984750</id><published>2008-01-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:43:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing thru the new yr... with nimble steps</title><content type='html'>the celebration counting down to the new year was celebrated like every other typical city - in a club, surrounded by people who mean nothing to you... but i had a great time tho! I don't remember ever truely and thoroughly perspired myself dancing for 2hrs straight to the last 10-sec countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coach bag guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came down at 3am+... 3hrs late but nonetheless... ooh! he sure is into me! i have nvr partied with a &lt;em&gt;love interest&lt;/em&gt; and it was great&lt;em&gt; (albeit i have to get myself attuned to the trance tunes which he prefers so much! --&gt; how can anyone not be able to dance to hip hop man! gosh! clash! but well... *shrugs*) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... i had a blast and my ears are still ringing from the loud music from the morning's revelry. one downside though --&gt; i just wished my gfs did not suddenly snub me... that was a foul end to an otherwise great outing. snubbing a (gd) fren for no reason (or even if i had offended them) and out of the blue is totally rude. TOTALLY. i saw the bitches in them in a split second, something which i know they were capable of but dread to see it ever materialise. i noe maybe it cld be the stupid blister hampering zoobz, or something with niza's guy, or me myself being insensitive... and it is so painful putting this down but i gotta let MY STEAM out...and i wanna send a shout-out to myself for keeping my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is DAY ONE of towards the achievement of the resolution - the Standard Chartered Marathon 2008. i puffed through 20mins of run... i shall persevere and run 30mins straight tmrw. I will i will i will! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year all! God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: oh yah! met the 2 cuties - our Sg idols... looking all hyped up @ 5am... and Fik, you can really dance nimbly and very usher-like, despite it being a trance room... haha! the hotties... *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FkookyAsh%2Falbumid%2F5150775284576996561%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-146283475603984750?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/146283475603984750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=146283475603984750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/146283475603984750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/146283475603984750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2008/01/dancing-thru-new-yr-with-nimble-steps.html' title='dancing thru the new yr... with nimble steps'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3309429594399796359</id><published>2007-12-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:48:45.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am legend (not!)</title><content type='html'>Christmas fun with friends were rather short... and dinner wasn't anything lavish but very fulfilling, nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched "I am Legend" last night. Ok... so it's starring Will Smith, and Will Smith and Will Smith's 10,000 strong pecs/abs/muscles (absolute yum!) + thousands more pale,mole rat-looking zombies... it's quite a drag. haha! and if they prolonged the part abt Bob Marley and his legend and vision, it wld be a tribute to Marley instead. And it's funny that the ubiquitous iPod still looks the same in 2010! cmon Apple, give me something new to look forward to in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this "monologue" movie is not that bad la... abt 3 out of 5 stars?? gals, don't blink and hold your breath at the 30-sec shot of Will doing his pull-ups... seriously, i was salivating and cringing in my seat... absolute gorgeousness! *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Boxing Day all! 11 Christmas days left to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3309429594399796359?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3309429594399796359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3309429594399796359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3309429594399796359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3309429594399796359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-legend-or-i-hope-to-be.html' title='i am legend (not!)'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7239206314776209883</id><published>2007-12-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:40.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the spirit of xmas... taking is great too!</title><content type='html'>ok... one wristlet, a splurge on myself is already enough to make me feel over the moon... tonight... @ 0038hrs, i was totally in the Milky Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wat do you say to someone, whom you've been nagging at, and he comes by your doorstep with a big bag in his hand and says "here you go!"... and you open up the wrapped item and voila! a purple satin cloth bag with "COACH" printed at one corner of it... and u tug at the drawstring and out comes this bag&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143507529099418162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R2Fo2KOEmjI/AAAAAAAAALM/wdvXKcHqQzk/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i wonder... does it mean he likes me? hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: if you see a shooting star, that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s2: all i got for him was a book... gosh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afternote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got him an oakley wallet... and the other day, he got himself a braun buffel wallet and he can un-sensitively add that this is my 3rd wallet.. after my current and the oakley one... GOSH! super pissed! i am asking him for the wallet back. super insensitive. i even told him if he doesn't like it, tell me.. give it back to me so that i can exchange it! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7239206314776209883?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7239206314776209883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7239206314776209883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7239206314776209883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7239206314776209883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-spirit-of-xmas-taking-is-great-too.html' title='in the spirit of xmas... taking is great too!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R2Fo2KOEmjI/AAAAAAAAALM/wdvXKcHqQzk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-9084061477612624750</id><published>2007-12-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:31:25.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>the gfs and i were having our usual conversation and hanging out over coffee until we started lamenting abt guys and our relationships etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truest of frens do not leave the other in the lurch, no matter how 'lost' the fren is, especially when guys and love and feelings got intertwined... where we easily ditch our frens for the "flavour of the month" at the flick of the finger, or just by a 30sec phone call... and that is bad. We have all done it to our friends at some points, and we pray hard that those friends will always be there, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, we get carried away with our emotions... and we often get misguided and blurred. We easily become fools when it comes to men, love and yes, sex. But there will always be a time when the heart will start to say "No more" and the brain picks up the signal and say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"yo girl! stop being the fool! you deserve better!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Though we just hope then &lt;em&gt;that time&lt;/em&gt; comes sooner, rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, how can you really find yourself, if you are never lost? We are in constant need to find our paths, the best path... and until we know better, we will do better in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly finding myself... slowly but surely. And i hope when i know what i want, i will get the perfect person to be with... and of cos, with the blessings from everyone important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you people give up on me... not just yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-9084061477612624750?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/9084061477612624750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=9084061477612624750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9084061477612624750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9084061477612624750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4108574472983350922</id><published>2007-12-06T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:57:48.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own Xmas pressie</title><content type='html'>i got myself a Coach wristlet! yay! This is my Christmas present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my colleague took a vid of me unwrapping the package.. yes.. i am seriously freakingly excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f319387e995d1dd1" 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://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df319387e995d1dd1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331663357%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441CADEA79A9029835588B44B67DC96B69FFE360.3005F9541AED7C10498E836B67F0902AC63AEA64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df319387e995d1dd1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzarFKg4h8WZO8J7y0quufdndHw&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://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df319387e995d1dd1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331663357%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441CADEA79A9029835588B44B67DC96B69FFE360.3005F9541AED7C10498E836B67F0902AC63AEA64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df319387e995d1dd1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzarFKg4h8WZO8J7y0quufdndHw&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/37215616-4108574472983350922?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e191429cf52f413&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f319387e995d1dd1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4108574472983350922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4108574472983350922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4108574472983350922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4108574472983350922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-myself-coach-wristlet-yay-this-is.html' title='my own Xmas pressie'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7440882276098392978</id><published>2007-11-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:26:35.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of CINTA &amp; Closer</title><content type='html'>Andi introduced me to my 2 favourite movies of all time - Cinta and Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only managed to convince my gfs to watch Cinta and at least one of them is a convert... (zoobz still doesn't believe in it... *sigh*.. one day one day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is one of the best Malaysian films ever made and something very well-written, and directed, and really hits you at the right spot. Other than Andi, i have yet to meet a guy who has watched either movies, and loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, i found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hanging out at a coffeeshop after a night out clubbing... and Comat appeared with his fren, this funny chap - Ashmin, who looks like Que Haider!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was chatting with Zoobz and quoting one of the scenes &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;("kadang2, org yg paling kita syg, org tulah yg paling susah utk disayangi..."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and he exclaimed that he loved the movie too! just imagine... my surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started talking abt the movie, and then he brought up Closer... and we started rattling off the various dialogues! GREAT! and he had to add that he loves Alfie too! oh gosh! i lurve Jude Law in both movies!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I AM SUPERBLY IMPRESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes... i am looking out for more guys who watched and loved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... come hither. :) it tells quite a bit abt guys who can somehow connect to the films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7440882276098392978?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7440882276098392978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7440882276098392978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7440882276098392978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7440882276098392978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-cinta-closer.html' title='of CINTA &amp; Closer'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3940934340315410457</id><published>2007-11-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:11:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november rain</title><content type='html'>it rained super heavily this morning..and my colleague is blasting her Guns N Roses on her Ipod. and i just thought it's very apt to have this song here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okmusicvideos.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://allmusicvideocodes.com/asx/novemberrain.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacemusicvideos.us/"&gt;Myspace Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3940934340315410457?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3940934340315410457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3940934340315410457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3940934340315410457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3940934340315410457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-rain.html' title='november rain'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8329938475304431463</id><published>2007-11-21T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:01:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romance, break-ups and happy endings</title><content type='html'>it's funny how sometimes stories / articles abt love and romance get into the pages of the papers. You'd think they are really less important than the politics and money news, but they do have an impact on the society, and it is quite telling about us - that despite all the fast pace, dog-eat-dog world, we are still fascinated abt the whole idea of romance and dating and .... well anyway, i guess we are all looking for our own happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One article tells abt the boy-meets-girl-in-train but unable to reach her... how the busy crowd in the train did not allow him to get her number etc... but he used technology to look for her... set up a website, gain publicity via other bloggers, get media coverage and hope that the gal will surface. well, for sure she did! like the book ("&lt;em&gt;He's Not That Into You"&lt;/em&gt;) , if the guy is really into you, he would plough through the earth to get to you. and at this day &amp;amp; age, where everybody is connected via the virtual world, nothing is impossible... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives hope to romance... and happy endings. Just do not baulk at LOVE, for love will never cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love happy endings. and i am looking for my own still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8329938475304431463?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8329938475304431463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8329938475304431463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8329938475304431463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8329938475304431463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/romance-break-ups-and-happy-endings.html' title='romance, break-ups and happy endings'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8394955121846199212</id><published>2007-11-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:00:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>i know that spending one day with someone you love, no matter how difficult life gets, is more meaningful than a lifetime with someone you don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we chase the luxuries of life, the uncertainties, that we forget to celebrate the one thing that truly brings happiness - LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often get misguided by the fine lines arnd our lives, that we forget to kindle our relationships, and we rarely pause and breathe and give the simplest sign of thought and care to the ones we love. in this day and age, with technology at our fingertips, it's weird that we sometimes forget to give that simple sms - to tell him/her/them that we are thinking of them. that one simple text might just mean the world to that person. and that's all that is needed to rekindle a slightly forgotten relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most successful of man is not measured by the biggest bucks he earns, but by the number of people whom he has sincerely loved, and gave his life to... the genuine crowd surrounding his graveyard (yeah... kinda morbid speaking abt death at this point, but well... ... ask me what i am afraid of, i will tell you... being left alone to die... not having a single person who loves me, be with me... i wonder how many will really miss me when i am gone, and how many of those will actually be there as i am lowered into the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sering kita terlalai mengejar apa yg dicita2, sehingga kita terlupa meraikan satu-satunya perkara yg menjanjikan kebahagiaan - CINTA - yg lahir dari naluri, menagih pengorbanan, bersandar kesetiaan, akhirnya tersimpul abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8394955121846199212?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8394955121846199212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8394955121846199212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8394955121846199212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8394955121846199212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-745231768037289345</id><published>2007-11-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:50:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did i say that i loathe you</title><content type='html'>how do i move on? by taking long walks by myself, and taking the time for myself and appreciating the existence of old frens, whom i have shamelessly cast aside before... who have solemnly vow never to let themselves be abandoned (by me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the photograph on the shelf and the occasional wanderings of the mind always remind me of the things that has passed on by... and i let myself be taken away by it by abt 2mins, and then i blink my eyes and i (try to) forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long week, and the chat with my good fren, &lt;a href="http://melvinovinis.blogs.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has made opened up my views and perception. Sometimes, you need another guy's perspective to really put things in place... gal pals are great for soldiering on, to be your pom poms wavers... but more often than not, they are biased... and only bcos they care and they are my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate you but we must really take the time away from each other. i shall take this time to be by myself... but @ the same time, i will not close doors to others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i received a bouquet of the nicest gerberas as a 'thank you' after a dinner date the night before... overwhelmed and utterly surprised by the gesture... it has been a long while since i received flowers from a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another separate note, accompanied a fren of mine to Tiffany's and as he bought for a gal a pair of knotted studs (very pretty!) i promised myself i am gonna get myself that bronze ring next week! it looked great on me and it's abt time i pamper myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my frens and i sat over coffee, and debating over why he must buy a T&amp;amp;Co gift for a gal he just knew - was it cos he can well afford it? was it to impress her and get into her pants? or just that he felt like it? well, we all nvr know.. but i must say that not everything is quantifiable.. not everything is abt the dollar &amp;amp; cents... buy someone a gift just because he/she deserves it... no need for agendas, no need to put a "what-will-i-get-in-return" tag... and guys, not every gift needs to be bought... just a simple text message saying " i am thinking of you" or a wide smile and a peck on her cheeks are just as nice... just make sure it's sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: a T&amp;amp;Co ring really looks great on my finger. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gonna practice the yoga stance i learnt ystdy.... i shall put my mind at ease.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-745231768037289345?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/745231768037289345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=745231768037289345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/745231768037289345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/745231768037289345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-i-say-that-i-loathe-you.html' title='did i say that i loathe you'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5546512328401799235</id><published>2007-11-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:31:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living with me and myself</title><content type='html'>what do you do when you realise everything is off-balance? Family, work and personal lives are seemingly in disarray at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt; People often regarded as the last born to be pampered and having all the attention and love, but more often than not, that does not apply to me. dad feels that he owes my elder sis bcos he blames himself for the oversight... for allowing my aunt to "take care of her" while my parents are at work, only to find them abusing her... and now that she is married and all, but her life is not as rosy as they would want it painted, both my parents are now fretting over her and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my eldest sister, she has always been the centre of attention of my mom. She can nag and be clumsy and messy, but it's ok. She can be irritatingly annoying, asking ridiculous qns, but it's ok. while if it's me, i get brushed off super quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know parents care for me, but seriously, they have not realised how they have neglected me, but i think i am doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m the only one not sent to religious classes, but i managed to learn the basics on my own! I enrolled myself in a class at 14, a very embarassing fact. i learnt how to pray, from books and watching my frens, and i rmbr to say my prayers before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said i never bear in mind that my dad is a Haj, that i m frivolous in my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just settle down and stop bringing guys home. 2, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't they realise that i brought them home, to show to them that i am (was) gg out with that particular guy and i wanted their approval / disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they ask me why they have come and gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been nothing but nice (aside from the occasional girlfren blunders), but i do have to take a stand in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If parents are not happy, why can't they tell me they are not? why say things that only hurt me, superficial things? if you minded me bringing back a guy, whom i think could be THE ONE, then don't be ultra-hospitable, ultra chill about things! and seriously, don't let you yourself get overly-comfy with him! how dare you say i do not respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is barely hanging by a thread, and what do you know abt it? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be there for everybody else, for my nephews, for my sisters, for (what used to be) the boyfriend, but was anyone ever for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt; I love my job, i love where i am, and what i do. but lately my work has not been 'on form' bcos i simply have too much to handle! i am given tasks to complete within 24 hrs, and i surprisingly manage to churn them out within the stipulated time. i am overly obliging, and since i take pride in my work, i want to meet every deadline, even though the deadlines are all overlapping each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week, i was engrossed in preparing items for the graduation concert. Things that every colleague says is marcom to do, but weirdly not informed abt them until 3 weeks to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets to print, booklets to develop, fire to fight, banners to finish, fire to fight.... *sigh* worse, when people start telling you how to do things, how to do your job, when these people have no inkling whatsoever to do things. when they think they know better. ironic. if you know better, then why come to me to ask me for my assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i stayed in office till just before midnight because i simply forgot the time, because there is just too much of my own work, that i have had to put aside, but needs to be addressed and completed. I am drained. and it doesn't help that the office is moving from tanjong pagar, to changi business park real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Personal.&lt;/span&gt; this is ultra messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am freshly single, but i am not quite available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very hard to make that decision to leave someone whom you know loves you, who has come to a point of needing you, to tell that person that is it. and it is very hard but i gotta stick by my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the split was triggered off by a very small matter. but that puny matter has a rippling effect that somehow magnifies all other things.... when pent-up emotions get released, the effects are (usually) horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i hope he knows that i don't feel good abt it too, that i have lost my own listening ear but that we are too committed into the relationship that we have forgotten ourselves along the way. but i know that he is sorry and that he loves me and that love is the very basic emotion that has kept me going despite the many falls we had the past years. and that i do miss him. he was my best friend too! but we have got to move on and be on our own and discover the lost essences. i need that, and i hope he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: to my parents, i willl not introduce to you the person i date in future anymore. and you will not know who he is (if any) until the wedding day (if any, also). i am not as promiscuous as you deem me to be. *sadness* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s2: more often than not, others hurt me more than i do unto them. i believe that you have brought me up well, and taught me well, and i m trying to live my life as rightly as i possibly can. but i m only human, and i am this small, and many times i do stumble. but i have been able to get up on my own, and i learn from those falls. only cos i want to do better. and for our collective good. just stop judging me, cos i m a piece of the mirror that reflects on you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5546512328401799235?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5546512328401799235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5546512328401799235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5546512328401799235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5546512328401799235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/11/living-with-me-and-myself.html' title='living with me and myself'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-805128035514230447</id><published>2007-10-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:32:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of frens, family and lover</title><content type='html'>rank these in descending order... from the one(s) you treasure most to the least... see if we match :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am feeling melancholic.... i lurve this song from one of my most favourite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice (OST Closer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shorter story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No love, no glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The colder water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee" href="http://song2play.com/d/damien_rice-3671/o-16768/the_blowers_daughter-222634.html" target="_blank"&gt;Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-805128035514230447?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/805128035514230447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=805128035514230447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/805128035514230447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/805128035514230447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-frens-family-and-lover.html' title='of frens, family and lover'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8322545790912462086</id><published>2007-10-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:50:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart vs mind</title><content type='html'>a conversation with a fren recently sparked this. u noe how everyone has their own personal take and opinions, and actions on everything, and no matter how close you are with your fren, and how deep you think you noe him/her, u realise that there's always something fresh, something alien that will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i thought i knew this gf of mine but boy oh boy! the skeletons in her closet are a gold mine to any forensic scientist man! the amt of new info, whoa! and i thought i m the split personality one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... anyway, back to the pt i was TRYING to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her abt how i will never compromise another person's relationship by being the 3rd party, and how i will nvr be the one to step in and wreck a relationship for it wasn't mine to begin with ie. i m no homewrecker etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how everything has to be a conscious decision, even though your heart is telling you otherwise.. how the brain takes over the heart and whatever decision made must be an informed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say someone of the opposite sex is interested in you and you are interested in him/her as well, and as things progress, you get all these numbing, feel-good emotions running amok, and tht how the world just spins arnd u ie. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, when all is still glittery, the truth starts to creep in... that your partner is actually attached. do you (a) break it off (b) fight for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick (a). why? despite knowing that i deeply feel for him, and how interested and into him, it is not right. I could stay and confront him and make him choose... but i wouldn't. I could pursue him, and prove to him i am the one, and that no one will want him as much as i do, but i wouldn't because i don't know what he has uttered to the other girl. what he has promised her. and his relationship with her is not mine to break. The misery of being left for another person, right under ur nose, is tremendous, for i had felt it before. I never want to feel that same misery again, and neither do i want to cause that misery on another girl. so, leaving him is the right thing to do. It may make me pine for him, but at least i know that i had done at least one thing right in my life. If he is into me enough, he will break it off with her, and hope that he will pick me. choose me. love me. but the latter did not happen, but did i die? no... i cld move on and find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren picked (b). she is so emotionally driven, that she will drop everything and pursue the guy. and do the things i won't do... fulfill the longing of the heart. tell the guy to pick her. choose her. love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, with every conscious and morally correct decision, the "what ifs" will creep in every now and then... but i always assure myself that what goes arnd comes arnd. and i make sure that i will live my life as rightly as i know how, at that point of time. and of cos, when things fail, just dust yourself off, wallow in self-pity for 2 minutes, clean up yourself and hold your head high. and realise that we can only plan, but it's God's will that will ascertain things. just learn from the past, and the next decision be a better one... cos when you know better, you do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when relationships and people come into play, just know that he/she is not the only one in the world. God makes a partner for every one of us, but it's a matter of when/how that you meet the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, even if that person isn't the love of your life, be thankful for God has created and brought this person into your life, who loves you for who you are, for all your foibles, for all your faults and handicap. A decision that is morally right, must not be seen as a sacrifice, but rather a learning tool for you to deepen your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, the best is to find the mid-point to both - where the heart and mind reaches a consensus. An ideal situation which is not always achievable. oh well ... ... anyway, if you are in a rut to choose who to be with, just don't forget to give the proper closure to the rejected one so that he/she will not be demoralised and can really move on. and thank him/her for all the love/care that he/she has showered upon u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, if you are the one who has to back off, tell the guy/gal that you do not regret giving him/her your love and sincerely wish him all the happiness, and may the other party be the right one for him. walk away with your head high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may He shine his light upon us, and guide us. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8322545790912462086?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8322545790912462086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8322545790912462086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8322545790912462086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8322545790912462086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/10/heart-vs-mind.html' title='heart vs mind'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5450605986025811194</id><published>2007-10-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:04:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festive</title><content type='html'>home after visiting my paternal gramma... dad stil had to wrk, and mom sprained her neck &amp;amp; ankle so figured she better rest @ hme. my family's not like the typical - we don't visit many hmes, spending hrs outside and PR-ing with other relatives... well, i dunno.... ppl say the tradition is there to build kinship and strengthen familial ties, but then again, there's always every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, am hme watching soppy dramas... tears falling down my cheeks... i dunno why TV has to show such dramas - a sad theme, usually with someone dying on the day of Eid... but those soppy dramas make me reflect and remember those who have left us: my frens &amp;amp; skulmates, the departed Hafiz, cute Ibrahim, the oh-so smiley Rohaizam... young men who left us suddenly... my payers and thoughts are always with them... especially my old fren Hafiz. May you rest in peace. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Muslims, happy eid-fitri. And enjoy the festivities, and your loved ones. Take  a moment to thank God for his blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5450605986025811194?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5450605986025811194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5450605986025811194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5450605986025811194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5450605986025811194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/10/festive.html' title='festive'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-399737844133890551</id><published>2007-09-23T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:51:40.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peacock person</title><content type='html'>attended a "Handling Difficult People" session yesterday... either my bosses think i have quite a few demons to handle @ work, or that i myself am difficult *ponder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the whole gist of the course is actually abt the different personalities of ppl, and the different ways of communicating with the various personality traits, just so that we can be more effiective relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Briggs-Myers personality traits are simple broken down to 4 types of birds: Hawk, Peacock, Owl &amp;amp; Dove. I fall, weirdly, under the Peacock - Dove characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I possess peacock-like traits of being loud and getting things going though @ the same time, i can be a listener and attentive. I can get my ideas across, and speak in meetings, but only when addressed. I am a risk taker and creative, loving loud colours and the first to embark on new projects, but ironically enough, i do not have to be leader all the time. Bearing slight hawk-like character of liking structure and rules (i love some form of guidelines!), i can also be rebellious. oh gosh! i have multiple personalities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shld google these and see how and what to do/say when you have friends and families of a different trait. I am sure it will help us enhance our personal &amp;amp; work relationships. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*below is a an excellent clip of the 2 greats in music - Bryan Adams and the late- Pavarotti. Harmonious in music, despite being 2 clear opposites. We all gotta be in sync! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEkHmTuWRIE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEkHmTuWRIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-399737844133890551?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/399737844133890551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=399737844133890551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/399737844133890551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/399737844133890551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/peacock-person.html' title='peacock person'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4371992633212729511</id><published>2007-09-19T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:52:44.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all things wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Simple things make me happy - having good friends arnd (Bless them!) and DONUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RvDtyM8Ww7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bkos_dnGfgg/s1600-h/P9110510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111847023789130674" style="width: 247px; height: 177px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RvDtyM8Ww7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bkos_dnGfgg/s320/P9110510.JPG" border="0" height="163" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RvDubs8Ww8I/AAAAAAAAALE/XEYDIAxMZJM/s1600-h/P9110511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111847736753701826" style="width: 250px; height: 178px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RvDubs8Ww8I/AAAAAAAAALE/XEYDIAxMZJM/s320/P9110511.JPG" border="0" height="194" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my girl frens (or just 2 of them) @ The Arena @ Clarke Quay! So much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donuts from Missy Donut @ Plaza Singapura - this time, i had one pc, instead of the usual dozen! *grinz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4371992633212729511?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4371992633212729511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4371992633212729511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4371992633212729511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4371992633212729511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-things-wonderful.html' title='all things wonderful'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RvDtyM8Ww7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bkos_dnGfgg/s72-c/P9110510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7508125513851744604</id><published>2007-09-15T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:32:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>i am born under the Aries sign - and Arians are known to be fiery, and a leader... passionate but rebellious... caring but realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite i'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed to listen to the "No" uttered, and carried on with my plans with my friends. that wasn't quite being disrespectful. I was simply stubborn. I thought, disrespectful will be apt to use if i argue and scream @ the person, on top of not listening. But i did inform abt my plans, and i did invite. maybe it was wrong timing as well as it wasn't the best of nights for had to attend to a family member... but i think i was just being stubborn (and maybe just slightly selfish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think as a partner, i have, despite my flaws, been there to support - both emotional and financial. I was there when no one cared and been the biggest fan. but tonight i was deemed as being worse than 'stupid', being called "nothing but trouble" and having "done nothing good". i was broken. and insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sorry abt tonight. i truly am. but it is truly not often that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was adamant on my decision to be out with my friends. I had fun. yes. i admit it. but i deserve it, despite whatever was said. Most times i often let my friends down because my priority is to the other. Ask me why i don't talk to those ppl anymore, and i just say "just bcos i don wan to". Actually, i stay away and cut down on the no of frens so that i have more time for you. but well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been very forgetful. it is evident. i can forget where my mobile is barely seconds after using it. and superbly tired. i was very tired last night. i slept. and i was said to be "talking to someone else". why is it that i cannot be tired/busy/sleepy but others can? or am i the gullible one who believes easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just me. no matter how much i give in to my relationships, i am often the one who will be left. i am the one who will be broken. 1 partner got taken away by some bimbo, the other i thought is great was actually attached, or i just am not perfect enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos of my not-so-present-butt... or that i am fat now. oh well... just me.. very flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i did not spew vulgarities. i wasn't rude. and i m proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am meant to be alone. and i will cope with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 26, i just want to be helpless and depend on someone financially and emotionally... but i guess i have to remain the way i am... rely on myself and be optimistic and provide for myself. i guess its status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever it is, it has happened. but at least i did have fun earlier. cathartic. and i needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id='lyrics' style='width:300;text-align:center;background-color:black'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.elyrics.net/song/f/fergie-lyrics.html' target='_blank' style='font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;'&gt;Fergie Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-mplayer2" classid="6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" height="45" width="300" style="filter:invert"&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="92" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RuDQysMIyMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xmqyh5NDfxw/s320/eunice+and+me.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lin's son is now 18months old, Eunice's is about 2 weeks (Ian's so cute!) and the rest of us are single and loving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really great being together with friends who are truly sincere - no agendas, no bad feelings, no ill intentions. Simply friendship. And that is priceless and truly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best antiques are old friends - Friends who have stood the test of time, Friends who will be there regardless... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my friends. God Bless them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107311697036101842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RuDQ7cMIyNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WWBAUIuqWjQ/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-26778392316157812?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/26778392316157812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=26778392316157812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/26778392316157812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/26778392316157812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/precious-antiques.html' title='precious antiques'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RuDQysMIyMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xmqyh5NDfxw/s72-c/eunice+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1302778610620665112</id><published>2007-09-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:42.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post punk nite</title><content type='html'>celebrated the toil and dedication of the 300+ strong teachers @ the annual D&amp;D on Teacher's Day, last Saturday. a tremendous turnout we had... and the teachers really too time to dress up. Well, it isn't everyday that they get to be all glammed up and away from their usual teaching clothes (which often gets soiled by midday!) The red-black affair was a huge success and i am sure they had a lot of fun! one grouse i have is i wished i had won something! the $400 Lee Hwa voucher was what i had my eyes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i did not really go into the elegant, glam mode... the late nights in office the past week prior to the evening had left me with panda eyes! and so, i have to make do with the not-so-perfect face and decided on a punk look for the night! eyes lined with kohl and double dosage of mascara, smokey-eyes (or @ least i tried!). The outfit was simple but me being me, i cannot just grab something already in the wardrobe. My black tee was the cheapest @ $15.90 (Pull and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RtuHv8MIyLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vana1zxka04/s1600-h/P8290418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105823860235225266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RtuHv8MIyLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vana1zxka04/s320/P8290418.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bear), Lee jeans @ $39 (Tangs, thank God for the sale!), shoes @ $29 and my cool studded belt @ $129 (Ted Baker)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another separate but happy note, dearest Eunice has given birth to her angel! me and the gals will visit her this week! CONGRATS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1302778610620665112?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1302778610620665112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1302778610620665112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1302778610620665112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1302778610620665112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-punk-nite.html' title='post punk nite'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RtuHv8MIyLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vana1zxka04/s72-c/P8290418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1859437836324988134</id><published>2007-08-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:23:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>my bro-in-law had an ominous dream recently... &amp; the dream supposedly hinted @  death in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it won't come true... i noe death is part &amp; parcel of life and totally inevitable, but i pray it's not my parents, or sisters or nephews... If it has to pick, pick me. not tt i am ready to face God though, but @ least i have yet to have liabilities aka children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke to the boyfriend abt this and he said he will go mad if it happens. he said "shld the inevitable hppens, i noe i have to be strong. i noe you will be there with me. but i won't be able to see you. imagine missing someone so much, and tlking to that person, but not being able to hear her, to touch her. That will be torture!" --&gt; my soppy gentle giant... awwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how ppl can move on. losing a wife, losing a husbnd, losing a mother, losing  a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, it will be like praying and talking to God. we know HE is listening, that he is there... and we feel immensely @ peace after every prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when faced with such an unfortunate event we all have to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really shld live life as we deem fit. as rightly as we think. to the fullest. be happy, be grateful for the blessings granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: with every death, a new life will be born. and i hope Eunice will hve a smooth delivery and  a healthy baby boy. and i pray that she will be delighted and fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1859437836324988134?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1859437836324988134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1859437836324988134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1859437836324988134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1859437836324988134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6336397136196324161</id><published>2007-08-08T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:41:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mismatched</title><content type='html'>i haven't written for the longest time again but well, been pretty busy and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really ageing fast... gets backache super easily now! (good excuse to not do the dishes, but it makes me really really not flexible for some stuffs... you noe what i mean &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today on the way to work (fashionably late, again.. as usual), i faced a couple of rather mis-matched fellow commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this rather curvy, and well-endowed gal... she is quite a looker and i lurve her eye make-up! and she is really pretty but i think either today is her wardrobe disaster day or she's always like that. I am sticking to the former.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she wore this turquoise, cleavage-showing camisole, with a deep purple 70s-style cardigan. Okay, the top half ensemble is not bad but i think the bottom half makes the look go off! Striped black pants with white-blue lace shoes, and a baby blue terry-cloth bag... ewww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  another mis-match is not a fashion one (but he is not a looker la... the typical thick blask shoe, boring balck pants with khaki shirt and backpack). This bespectacled, geeky guy opened his bag and whipped out his &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;KNITTING needle&lt;/span&gt;! and with his forefinger sticking out, wrapping the string arnd it, he busily and happily knits away! a man  with knitting needles on a public transport. mis-matched rite? even my momma has stopped her knitting phase! and as if he hasn't caught enough attention already, he started to pull and tug at the knitted strand to ensure that the stuff is tightly knitted or something. I hope whatever he is knitting will turn out great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure i am bound to see more of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... happy national day! tmrw we celebrate 42 great years of independence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6336397136196324161?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6336397136196324161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6336397136196324161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6336397136196324161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6336397136196324161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/08/mismatched.html' title='mismatched'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3350988016290005586</id><published>2007-07-25T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:36:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand still and breathe deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;@ a time when I am constantly out of breath, nearly hyperventilating, and heart beat is thumping hard, i get this poem, apparently penned by a girl down with cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And really, it deserves to be published and remind everyone to slow down, hear the music, smell the flowers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOW DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3350988016290005586?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3350988016290005586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3350988016290005586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3350988016290005586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3350988016290005586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-when-i-am-constantly-out-of-breath.html' title='Stand still and breathe deep'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3568696572428246343</id><published>2007-07-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dempsey Glam</title><content type='html'>The weekend was quite a blast, although feeling its after-effects on this dreary Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kicked off the weekend with dinner @ Dempsey Rd followed by drinks @ Harry's! Colleagues were there to celebrate the success of the company with its new investment and acquisition that was recently acquired. Dinner @ Dempsey House was delicious and it's such a cool place! Check out the loos, when you are there! Cockadoodle for Gents, and Pussycat for Ladies... don't forget to purr upon exit! *meow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the happy faces from my photo &lt;a href="http://kookyash.shutterfly.com/action/?a=0AbtWLRy4ctmLiw"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kookyash.myphotoalbum.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087617718706416002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RprZXBx6qYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/duP2epMksH4/s320/drinks+%40+harrys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to the week... Monday... boring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3568696572428246343?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3568696572428246343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3568696572428246343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3568696572428246343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3568696572428246343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/07/dempsey-glam.html' title='Dempsey Glam'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RprZXBx6qYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/duP2epMksH4/s72-c/drinks+%40+harrys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4264454350512239690</id><published>2007-07-07T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:42.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a climate in crisis</title><content type='html'>it's always &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in singapore and you'd think we wld be used to the heat by now... but seriously, it is getting too hot now... even the water in the pool @ nite is warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sad (that's an understatement) that in our chase for a better world ie. free trade=better economy has led us to embark on massive constructions which used up natural resources, emitting harmful gasses into the earth- the coal, the oil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we get so absorbed in this money-making, and as we gain in wealth, we spend more... buy more but also throw more. and as the weather gets hot, we quickly pamper ourselves with air conditioning... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is global awareness through 24hr concerts by the latest stars the way to go? we can discount the noise pollution generated from the artists and fans... but ok.. let's think... the climate needs urgent rescuing and in dire need for plaster... to cover the big hole(s) in the ozone layer... but having ppl gather at concerts aint gonna help (much)... imagine the no of smokers &amp; the smoke, the bottles of beer, the plastic cups, the rubbish... helping? nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is the best way to promote green living? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, now that the ex- VP of US was lauded for his "The Inconvenient Truth", i hope people wld watch it. and yes, i wished our country had just persisted and continued with that green frog... "Green For Life... Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... grab a reusable bag, bring your own water bottle, wear cotton and REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really need the ice caps on Mount Kilimanjaro back, the Arctic to not absorb heat... and just for the Earth to be okay. we may not have eternal life, but at least let us not be the ones destroying our Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just wear green, be GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch John Mayer's performance! It's the coolest!&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86rv_nk6lKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86rv_nk6lKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Ro9wvyg-YaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Y0t7sFgxv8/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084406470640820642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Ro9wvyg-YaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Y0t7sFgxv8/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4264454350512239690?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4264454350512239690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4264454350512239690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4264454350512239690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4264454350512239690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/07/climate-in-crisis.html' title='a climate in crisis'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Ro9wvyg-YaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7Y0t7sFgxv8/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2657721900017201265</id><published>2007-07-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:08:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of friendship and acquaintances</title><content type='html'>as we age daily, we hope to be wiser and knowledgeable, for with knowledge comes understanding, and we can only do better if we know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who my friends are, albeit no more than the count of the fingers on both hands, i am thankful i have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances are those you got to know at various stages, and will fleet by in no time to come. These group can create an impact on your life, but the impact(s) are the passing kind, nothing memorable, nothing worth keeping. Acquaintances are those who treats you with much friendliness, yet speaks ill of you and has no qualms to spread details abt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that i do not need these group of people and have sought to separate myself from them. These group whose knowledge are really of miniscule amts but deemed themselves the masters of the(ir) world. These people, i actively avoid now. But, they are also the ones who are quite pesky... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my (two) handfuls of friends are those i rarely meet, but despite the distance, i know they will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and Ajin are a couple of such friends, and I hope they forgive me if i have ever sinned against them. Nizah, Ekin, Shikin and Zoob are the kind of pals who will constantly be there, and never without judge. And Mel, the one whom i know very recently, but patiently hears me out, the sweet one who will give me those sms *hugs* knowing i am down. You really don't have to know the person long to have quite a friendship with them. And arizal, my pal, whom i have not met for the longest time, but sincerely wishes this best friend of his the best for the wedding and volunteers to be my best man. There are 2 more left to round up the count but shall continue the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us and our friendship, and may it stood the test of time and His tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2657721900017201265?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2657721900017201265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2657721900017201265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2657721900017201265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2657721900017201265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-friendship-and-acquaintances.html' title='of friendship and acquaintances'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3837719474154002833</id><published>2007-06-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:33:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>companionship, partnership, relationship</title><content type='html'>what makes one to be a good partner? cmon guys... having trouble here... give me some low-down, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i though i had more or less deciphered the male psyche and i learnt to be:&lt;br /&gt;1) cool -- be level-headed, chill-out mode 80% of the time&lt;br /&gt;2) understanding -- always always put myself in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;3) patient -- if he is late to pick u up, late for a date, wait patiently and do not keep calling to ask "where are you!"... plus other occasions that require patience (and tolerance)&lt;br /&gt;4) empathy -- i do! and extremely reliable and helpful...&lt;br /&gt;5) love -- everything and beyond&lt;br /&gt;6) forgiving -- i am the least petty gal, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i m guilty for caring by being naggy, and for stating my stand on matters (which is often rebutted) plus give the (VERY) occasional chiding, then i think i still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. i am down. i am pissed. but i know i am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, Wentworth Miller has to be gay. BUMMER! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3837719474154002833?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3837719474154002833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3837719474154002833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3837719474154002833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3837719474154002833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/06/companionship-partnership-relationship.html' title='companionship, partnership, relationship'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3791807597419400114</id><published>2007-06-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:43.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i have always liked cream buns... the bread with cream in the centre... but here @ my new &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoN9Dyg-YYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/so-l6i5n9yY/s1600-h/P6260333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081042308657209730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoN9Dyg-YYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/so-l6i5n9yY/s320/P6260333.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;workplace, i have been eating it, EVERY DAY! the plain ones from Top One, or the traditional coloured one (i am sure everyone has eaten it at least once in pri school before!). YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoN9Dyg-YYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/so-l6i5n9yY/s1600-h/P6260333.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a separate note, was watching Bones... i love the drama! and i didn't know it's the television version of the books from Kathy Reichs, until i heard "Tempe Brennan"! I lurve her books, and now there's a television show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, anyway, what i wanted to say is the next episode of the show is going to be better... i wrote on the subject of closure previously, and i think the next episode touches on that. This set of bones were found and after further investigation, Brennan found out that he could not have committed suicide as previously assumed as he had wedding rings on him and a receipt for collection of his wedding shirt! This man had disappeared before his wedding day and his bride was left, alone. Well, of course, she settled down in the end but when the body was identified, and she found out that he did not dump her, she just broke down. Imagine how clueless and heartbroken she must have been! Concluding it, Brennan said: "Can you imagine how she feels? Waiting and wondering what happened?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoOAIyg-YZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QQD6vfLA7NI/s1600-h/bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081045693091438994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoOAIyg-YZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QQD6vfLA7NI/s320/bones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just sad. thinking abt the possibles. The what-ifs. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch Bones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3791807597419400114?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3791807597419400114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3791807597419400114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3791807597419400114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3791807597419400114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/06/cream.html' title='cream'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RoN9Dyg-YYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/so-l6i5n9yY/s72-c/P6260333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3199035648589746825</id><published>2007-06-12T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:02:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men &amp; pink- gosh!</title><content type='html'>i haven't logged in for the longest time cos wrk has been quite terrible and hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lately been seeing men &amp;amp; pink together... men in pink shirts (nice!!), men with pink ties (nice nice!), and otehr variations of the combi which are not too bad on the eyes. But, imagine, a guy with a pink psp?! hmmm... ok... he mite be gay with his NUM bag, but even so! i am glad it is not studded with those pink glittery stuff... GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imagine, with more gay men now than ever, and them happily flaunting their stylish bods (or at least most of them are stylish la)... and lugging what used to be, girl's stuff - the pink iPODs, VAIO - we girls have nothing unique to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don be mistaken... i am not against men having pink gadgets, neither am i anti-gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i wished i could emulate from the fashionable men - pants with sneakers, &lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; Justin Timberlake. Somehow, it just doesn't look that stylo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3199035648589746825?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3199035648589746825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3199035648589746825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3199035648589746825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3199035648589746825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/06/men-pink-gosh.html' title='men &amp; pink- gosh!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1663535210645815792</id><published>2007-05-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:45:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>Attended Fairiz's really beautiful wedding... pretty bride he got himself! to a wonderful and blessed marriage, pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bf and i headed to Expo after that, thought we can grabbed some books at the MPH book sale but no no! the whole of SG was there too! it then sparked my bf to grumble and nag and it goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;"how many ppl are there in singapore actually ah?! 4 million! they saod 4 million! no no! see! here (sing expo) already got 1 million *groan* and orchard road? another 2 million! can they do another count of the population or not? this can't be! *tsk*tsk*.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;more nagging&lt;/em&gt;)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached parkway parade, he continued.. "and here! another what? half a million! oh gosh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he eventually quietened after we went hme, in the car, Jewel was playing. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p/s: if there were 1million @ expo and another 2 million in town, not forgetting another half mil at Mustafa centre *chuckles* and 200 at every malay wedding... hmmmm... we are seriously overpopulated man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOv1aIaS6yw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOv1aIaS6yw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1663535210645815792?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1663535210645815792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1663535210645815792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1663535210645815792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1663535210645815792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8119638760985711598</id><published>2007-05-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:50:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wv2BwXRdJxE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wv2BwXRdJxE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure you know that i simply am addicted to 'Cinta'. and the song is simply heartbreakingly nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving someone who is not as much in love with you, having to let someone you love go... having to sacrifice and lose and feel empty... i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i have a kind man, who adores me... i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy Ungu's -Demi Waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfirYxQApDQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfirYxQApDQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8119638760985711598?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8119638760985711598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8119638760985711598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8119638760985711598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8119638760985711598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/05/saddest.html' title='saddest'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6596455416739484679</id><published>2007-05-16T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:03:24.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the dearly departed</title><content type='html'>i'd like to pay tribute to Zam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not have spoken to him in great lengths, but i remember him to be very dedicated, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;nvr w/o a smile on his face, and acknowledges my presence with that slight nod of the head and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hoped he managed to utter a small prayer before his last breath. i just hope his last thoughts were of his family. i just wished he didn't die that sudden, that tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, God must have his reasons. I just hope he was prepared to meet God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged my nephews when i heard the news last nite. Life is short, and so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my deepest condolences to the family of the late Rohaizam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think this song is apt in illustrating how i feel towards death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK3iomv1UWQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK3iomv1UWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6596455416739484679?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6596455416739484679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6596455416739484679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6596455416739484679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6596455416739484679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-dearly-departed.html' title='to the dearly departed'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-9211595269129006428</id><published>2007-05-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think one cannot separate from another effectively without proper closing the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like how my "frens" cannot expect me to forgive them and forget, without them apologising to me and explaining things to me. i will nvr forgive them and will not reconcile for their stupid remarks abt how our beloved fren died because i did not visit him often enuf. yes, i shld not stoop to their level and just grit my teeth and forget abt it. no no. i am petty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this other fren cannot just disappear on me w/o telling me anything. no. i cannot accept it. yes. we have all moved on happily. but i think it is only gentlemanly to tell me what is the matter. aren't we not frens anymore? before you go on your sabbatical, things are fine. so pls... tell me. got married? i wld like to congratulate.. i just pray that you ae still alive though... cos if you are not, i'll feel guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the subject of "frens", i just did a rough tally of the frens i have to invite to my wedding (when it happens la), and i realised i have like only ten! I AM SO SAD! and alone!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklZZkmCBuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iCSldgOxV5M/s1600-h/EVW_058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064677551809627874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklZZkmCBuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iCSldgOxV5M/s320/EVW_058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-9211595269129006428?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/9211595269129006428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=9211595269129006428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9211595269129006428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/9211595269129006428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/05/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklZZkmCBuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iCSldgOxV5M/s72-c/EVW_058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3227800385689351257</id><published>2007-05-11T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF CENTRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklWB0mCBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7Uc-31tKC0/s1600-h/offcentre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064673845252851410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklWB0mCBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7Uc-31tKC0/s320/offcentre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched Haresh Sharma's latest play with Mel last nite. OFF CENTRE. abt how those with mental illness are stigmatised by the society, how difficult for them to be part of society, and how we reject them. the schizos, the depressed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much shall be said here except that you shld catch the play to experience it. very simple. very different. very emotional. and very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favourite character - Emily Gan. Watch out for her Mao Zedong-like mannerisms. Hilarious! but really, it is such an "impactful" piece that it's now a text for O levels! Seriously, it is THAT good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tks Mel! another local production, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3227800385689351257?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3227800385689351257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3227800385689351257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3227800385689351257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3227800385689351257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/05/off-centre.html' title='OFF CENTRE'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RklWB0mCBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M7Uc-31tKC0/s72-c/offcentre.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-188598229131094095</id><published>2007-04-27T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:44.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RjGzh0mCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o89dJJ14cIQ/s1600-h/idolback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058021250148992706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RjGzh0mCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o89dJJ14cIQ/s320/idolback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i was totally in tears last night watching american idol... no no.. not cos my fav contestant was booted out (no one was actually) but all the images of poverty and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe, for all the retribution for the evils etc, none shld be inflicted onto children. I am passionate about them and last night's show made me regret even further and ashamed at my excessive spending and wished i had not swiped clean the credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$4 can buy a row of pills to combat malaria for 4 children in Africa! And less than S$15 for a mosquito net to shield the whole family from mosquitoes! One child dies every 30 seconds! can you believe it? Atrocious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy who lives with his sister in his hut? Parent long gone, and he is the head of the household, brother, and he is all but just 12? I just fell into misery seeing him cry. He looked like he hasn't been able to cry for the longest time! Those tears he kept for so long, trying to remain strong for himself and his sister... it must have been cathartic and i think he needed it. he needed to cry it out! Barely having enough to eat, and yet, despite all the adversities, survives strong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ADMIRABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while others are slamming the whole episode, how exploited they feel, how the celebs are just taking advantage of primetime hr etc etc... i just thought it was very nice and generous of them to lend their time towards the effort. Others criticised on the amounts pledged by the celebs, but really, no matter the amount, they did give, right? Ellen's donation of US$100,000 was her challenge to even wealthier people/organisations to match or exceed it and i thought it was a good start. Whatever it is, let it be from the heart. Let it be sincere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to a better world. We really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RjGyTUmCBrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KLAwLmPF5Ew/s1600-h/save_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058019901529261746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RjGyTUmCBrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KLAwLmPF5Ew/s320/save_children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-188598229131094095?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/188598229131094095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=188598229131094095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/188598229131094095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/188598229131094095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-back.html' title='give back'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RjGzh0mCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o89dJJ14cIQ/s72-c/idolback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8732803111820017514</id><published>2007-04-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:50:47.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tell me the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone is to say that to you, wld you REALLY provide the truth? or start formulating tales of untruths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am reading this book - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;/span&gt; and i find it intriguing and somehow rather real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we tell others, we rarely tell them in its purest, unabridged version. We either add info to spice it up, or extract bits - anything to fictionalise the story. I guess everyone of us wants to keep the real truth (and nothing but the truth) to ourselves. We never intend to build a wall for ourself, but I guess the wall will serve as a shield. No matter how transparent we want to be with our partners, our loved ones, am sure we don't want to easily read like an open book. I personally would like to leave a tinge of mystery about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think however the "truth" is told, the mouth telling it usually intended it to be undetrimental to the listener. However, spin the story as much as you like, but not till you get giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, can the listener really take the truth? For it has been tried and tested, that truth hurts. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i came across this quote and i think it is quite apt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth of my friendships depends, in large measure,&lt;br /&gt;on how &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; I am willing to be&lt;br /&gt;And how much of myself I share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8732803111820017514?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8732803111820017514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8732803111820017514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8732803111820017514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8732803111820017514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth-be-told.html' title='truth be told'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6529339632091326586</id><published>2007-04-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moove goes hollywood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;attended moovemedia's 2nd anniversary bash @ the legends, Fort Canning Park last nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigdAW3kIQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XPCBBxlnDAw/s1600-h/P4170232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055322473699221762" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigdAW3kIQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XPCBBxlnDAw/s320/P4170232.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigegG3kIRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UzpnhiN-Syg/s1600-h/moove_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055324118671696146" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="189" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigegG3kIRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UzpnhiN-Syg/s320/moove_1.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigenG3kISI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6bSuk9wgnqI/s1600-h/moove2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055324238930780450" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigenG3kISI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6bSuk9wgnqI/s320/moove2.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6529339632091326586?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6529339632091326586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6529339632091326586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6529339632091326586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6529339632091326586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/moove-goes-hollywood.html' title='moove goes hollywood!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RigdAW3kIQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XPCBBxlnDAw/s72-c/P4170232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5164782942124737229</id><published>2007-04-17T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wannabe blackberry-user</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiR2P7M4CeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp2bxsO09zI/s1600-h/me+and+phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054294697778350562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiR2P7M4CeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp2bxsO09zI/s320/me+and+phone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and new phone bought over the weekend. this was taken ystdy! i am such a poseur! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is me, today with all the goodies from playhouse disney for this weekend's events! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiXCG7M4CfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RSiKwN7fO7M/s1600-h/me+%26+disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054659581019949554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiXCG7M4CfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RSiKwN7fO7M/s320/me+%26+disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5164782942124737229?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5164782942124737229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5164782942124737229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5164782942124737229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5164782942124737229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/wannabe-blackberry-user.html' title='wannabe blackberry-user'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiR2P7M4CeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qp2bxsO09zI/s72-c/me+and+phone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7079401118578845195</id><published>2007-04-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:41:44.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful prose.. an excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;read the whole prose at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hobbes.ncsa.uiuc.edu/desiderata.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;desiderata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7079401118578845195?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7079401118578845195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7079401118578845195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7079401118578845195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7079401118578845195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful-prose-excerpt.html' title='beautiful prose.. an excerpt'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8381140542914369653</id><published>2007-04-16T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-party... belated</title><content type='html'>went to the safra party held @ the clinic recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late posting as just received the photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGFbM4CbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GH-gAAyoKDQ/s1600-h/theclinic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053889897110702514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGFbM4CbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GH-gAAyoKDQ/s200/theclinic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGLbM4CcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hykkvdHE8Tg/s1600-h/theclinic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053890000189917634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGLbM4CcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hykkvdHE8Tg/s200/theclinic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGTLM4CdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LQ0yTC0gmQQ/s1600-h/theclinic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053890133333903826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGTLM4CdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LQ0yTC0gmQQ/s200/theclinic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i've changed my hair recently so these pics are not very updated... hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8381140542914369653?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8381140542914369653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8381140542914369653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8381140542914369653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8381140542914369653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-party-belated.html' title='post-party... belated'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RiMGFbM4CbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GH-gAAyoKDQ/s72-c/theclinic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1929617284643175638</id><published>2007-04-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:04:08.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck here</title><content type='html'>i'm jealous cos everyone seems to have gone/is going travelling but me (that one-day-to-KL doesn't count k)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleagues have either gone or are going to: Europe, Belgium, HK, Italy, France and Macau and just this yr alone! even andi just told me he's going to Indon and M'sia on what he calls his "self-realisation" trip... i hope he will succeed in searching for his soul and come back a better and more focused... and I AM JEALOUS cos i am stuck here! aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have BKK and Phuket to speak of for the past 5 years. FIVE years! told &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i yearn to go US again... esp now with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt; the rage... oh man! how much i miss San Diego, the churros there (it tastes so much more delicious and authentic than the ones we get here), Disneyland and the Factory Outlet! THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am promised of a Spanish honeymoon. fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1929617284643175638?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1929617284643175638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1929617284643175638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1929617284643175638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1929617284643175638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/stuck-here.html' title='stuck here'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8728330374148810894</id><published>2007-04-09T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:46.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i enjoyed KL... and lurve it cos of:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4YW5X_SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mtDdjZtH8DU/s1600-h/P4040219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051271185675320610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4YW5X_SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mtDdjZtH8DU/s200/P4040219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A&amp;W!!! YUMMY!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4e25X_TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3opRbcPC09U/s1600-h/P4050228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051271297344470322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4e25X_TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3opRbcPC09U/s200/P4050228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) DUNKIN DONUTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Baskin Robbins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) cheap &amp; good satay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) cheap taxi rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed trying out Nandos &amp; partying @ Zouk on this inaugural trip but will be back real soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing i wished i did there? Q for the free tix giveaway for the F1 party @ Zouk! *shucks!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4kG5X_UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UqgRbpc-E30/s1600-h/P4050221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051271387538783554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4kG5X_UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UqgRbpc-E30/s200/P4050221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4tm5X_VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hAyc-3KeyHA/s1600-h/P4050222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051271550747540818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4tm5X_VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hAyc-3KeyHA/s200/P4050222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4kG5X_UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UqgRbpc-E30/s1600-h/P4050221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8728330374148810894?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8728330374148810894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8728330374148810894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8728330374148810894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8728330374148810894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/loving-kl.html' title='loving KL'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rhm4YW5X_SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mtDdjZtH8DU/s72-c/P4040219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7702622379607206640</id><published>2007-04-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My ..... .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(not until tmrw actually)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I am very calm this year.. i made less of a fuss abt my bday this time round... and i received &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the nicest bouquet of gerberas from my ex-colleagues, and a nice necklace from present colleagues. Such great frens to have are enough to make your life a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RhTYLG5X_RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TKkWDvgO8FM/s1600-h/bday+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049898767530589458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RhTYLG5X_RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TKkWDvgO8FM/s200/bday+gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm past the mid-20s range now... and hopefully will be wiser, calmer, smarter and sweeter. And hope climbing the corporate ladder will be smooth from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;anyway, it's great to know that everyone's given a day off on my bday too! It's Good Friday! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;And i am looking forward to sleeping in the car while &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; does the driving up to KL later this morning. The sunrise, me in my shades, with the cool air in my face (from the air-con)... great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy Bday Sweetest One... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RhTXlW5X_QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Hc8r7zZFQ8w/s1600-h/P3310208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049898118990527746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RhTXlW5X_QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Hc8r7zZFQ8w/s200/P3310208.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(colleagues and i have the same taste in shoes... cool babes with hot shoes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7702622379607206640?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7702622379607206640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7702622379607206640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7702622379607206640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7702622379607206640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-my.html' title='It&apos;s My ..... .....'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RhTYLG5X_RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TKkWDvgO8FM/s72-c/bday+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4430767420116891896</id><published>2007-03-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:56:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>been busy the past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;wrk is tough... don't quite have the luxury (except now) to breathe, and do non-work stuffs.. haven't been shopping or meeting up with frens to catch up after wrk (something i used to do quite often). been heading home straight to babysit the nephews and making sure mom is fine... (mom been sick lately.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*worried*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been busy too... but we still manage to squeeze time to chat via him sleeping over! haha!&lt;br /&gt;having to go to wrk, and stayed back late @ wrk, followed by visit to his mom... all the late dinners (or supper, rather) has been adding more roundness to his already round tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad recently told him not to worry abt the wedding... that he is okay with a small, cosy wedding... i am thankful for my parents' understanding but we shall work towards a bigger wedding (bigger need not mean grander, just means being able to invite and provide for more relatives to come and celebrate with us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a really small, cosy reception, i have some fine idea$$! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4430767420116891896?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4430767420116891896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4430767420116891896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4430767420116891896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4430767420116891896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7747943581975954358</id><published>2007-03-23T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:00:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptier house</title><content type='html'>eldest sis finally moved out... after 29yrs living together with the family... must be hard for my parents to see her go... mum so melancholic, and dad so... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;think it's harder for my sis too... well, she will miss mom's food and mom's concern... she is very spoilt la.. hahahahah!! &lt;sis&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, it's ok.. but i really felt her absence when i was late for wrk on Tue, and woke up so late today! you see, she is very noisy and she automatically becomes my wake-up alert! she bustles abt doing stuffs, go in and out from her room (which is opposite mine), opening drawer, closing drawer, the works! actually always quarreled with her la, but now... hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always miss the person, esp the idiosyncracies, when he/she is not there anymore. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think she is not welcome back, esp after Fahmie has branded her ex-room to be his now! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7747943581975954358?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7747943581975954358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7747943581975954358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7747943581975954358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7747943581975954358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/emptier-house.html' title='emptier house'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8998163419959495790</id><published>2007-03-17T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:47.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042737618792935554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RftnJY-m8II/AAAAAAAAAHI/YRCAbQ4sjSg/s200/cinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a movie released late last year in Malaysia and i just caught it on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... one emotion that is ever present, always needed and this movie captures the story about love... the emotional cycles of it, the many definitions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Can you remember love, the sense of it, the look of it, despite not remembering it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Love happens unexpectedly, but can love overcome status, wealth, and the materialistic world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sacrifice for love - how much? To what extent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fight for love, for the love to stay, or does love means being able to let go of the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The fallible human can succumb to the worthless murmurs of sweet nothings. But is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Can true love shine so bright so as to awaken the blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your definition of love&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rftn7I-m8KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s75vGGzC7sg/s1600-h/love_is.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042738473491427490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rftn7I-m8KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s75vGGzC7sg/s200/love_is.gif" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sometimes the one you love most, is the hardest to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another similarly good movie to watch too! Ada apa dengan Cinta (What's Up With Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to lovely song &lt;a href="http://musik.karebosi.net/2Tangga5_-_Cinta_Begini4.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rftxd4-m8MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w5V5b12J_bU/s1600-h/Ada_Apa_dengan_Cinta_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042748966096531650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rftxd4-m8MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w5V5b12J_bU/s200/Ada_Apa_dengan_Cinta_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8998163419959495790?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8998163419959495790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8998163419959495790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8998163419959495790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8998163419959495790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinta.html' title='cinta'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RftnJY-m8II/AAAAAAAAAHI/YRCAbQ4sjSg/s72-c/cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6098542946266596149</id><published>2007-03-07T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake quake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Re5mZ5yJgcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q51Qf_R9XmQ/s1600-h/earthquake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039077628268085698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Re5mZ5yJgcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q51Qf_R9XmQ/s200/earthquake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another earthquake occurred ystdy afternoon, and everyone in Shenton Way are caught off-guard but am sure those panicky ones and the kiasus "fleed for their life"! as for me and colleagues, we took the opportunity to have a long lunch! by the time we are back, some buildings still did not allow the ppl back in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am really thankful we are in a protected place... singapore that is. naturally blocked to hinder us from all the natural calamities, but we must never be complacent. I am proud that the govt is well-prepared, ensuring the people that the buildings are within regulation and are safe and shld &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Re5l6pyJgaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qy-enbI3-VM/s1600-h/earthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039077091397173666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Re5l6pyJgaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qy-enbI3-VM/s200/earthquake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be able to endure shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i extend my deepest condolences and sympathies to those affected by the tragedy. it is a tragedy and the world is becoming really unsafe and everything volatile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Planet Mars ready for occupation? You think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p/s: sista emailed me that explorers discovered a new island formed in South Pacific! another indication of impending armageddon! aargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6098542946266596149?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6098542946266596149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6098542946266596149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6098542946266596149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6098542946266596149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/shake-quake.html' title='shake quake'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Re5mZ5yJgcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q51Qf_R9XmQ/s72-c/earthquake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6590355028643285130</id><published>2007-03-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another great weekend</title><content type='html'>realised haven't been posting much, esp now that my internet @ home is on bedrest (aka kaput). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last weekend was great! went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Farl &amp; Iswadi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wedding with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (our first wedding event together)an Ijah and Raihan tagged along to recce... haha! the wedding was beautiful... simple but just great! and their block of flats.. pretty pretty! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now super interested in moving there! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were supposed to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"seducing mr perfect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but the showtime was bit too late for tir&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Revtkf97fqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TBK-qpq_8HA/s1600-h/amie_post+vomit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038381819456356002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Revtkf97fqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TBK-qpq_8HA/s200/amie_post+vomit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed me so we went home and got supper for him, mom and amie. he slept over cos we planned to go to the geylang wet market early next morning! heard his cute snore... hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then hadi had to do his merlion- style vomitting, 5mins from reaching home... repulsive! yucks! and poor boyfriend had to clean up the mess... yucks! Hadi is banned from getting a ride for one month now... but anyway, see how cute Fahmie is! always so helpful! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of fahmie, he is really adorable. Nowadays, he always kicks off the day with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm so happy today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is exact sentence, no editing from me! great!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and ask him why he is happy? and he will reply, cos "no one scold me!" i love his exuberance and his positive outlook on life, regardless... &lt;em&gt;my dahling! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038382781529030322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Revucf97frI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LRA_udorVwo/s200/peekaboo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and hope my momma will have a gd rest after being diagnosed with arthritis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6590355028643285130?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6590355028643285130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6590355028643285130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6590355028643285130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6590355028643285130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-great-weekend.html' title='another great weekend'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Revtkf97fqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TBK-qpq_8HA/s72-c/amie_post+vomit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2293340505193703600</id><published>2007-03-02T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:55:29.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no shopping for a year</title><content type='html'>Was at MPH just now and came across this book &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"One year Without Shopping".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally disregarded the book... i read the back page and gave a 'bah!'. eeew! How can?! That is preposterous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; recently decreed upon me "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go home straight after work - if you go home straight, you will not be tempted to shop and will not shop."&lt;/span&gt; That already is difficult to do and i have yet to embark on it. But I am determined to... from April onwards la. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no shopping for one year?! No can do! Crazy! hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2293340505193703600?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2293340505193703600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2293340505193703600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2293340505193703600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2293340505193703600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-shopping-for-year.html' title='no shopping for a year'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4217718436673350302</id><published>2007-02-22T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:28:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which heroic qualities would you want?</title><content type='html'>Watched 'Heroes' last nite. It is really superb - the cinematography and special effects (esp. when it comes to Hiro)... exceptional! Did u see how the cigarette smoke just freeze in mid-air? Incredble!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the characters and as the storyline unfolds, and the way their "powers" unfold, ignites the imagination. Which superhero do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fly&lt;/span&gt; -- Nah. Don't wanna be fashion-stifled. Wear spandex? eew! i lurve my clothes to be light, loose and airy. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mind-reading&lt;/span&gt; -- Nah. What if &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a dirty thought about some other gal? Or that he passed a remark (of course, in his head la) that i've put on weight, or my butt is small... no no... better to let sleeping dogs lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Stop time/ Go ahead of time&lt;/span&gt; -- i like how life goes on now... but it won't hurt to know what the future holds for me, rite? And did you see how Hiro helped his fren win some $$? That will come in handy! This one, i will consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde nature&lt;/span&gt; -- No! Need I say more? I'm already schizo enuf! Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i wana be a villain.. not quite la.. but u noe the character in X-Men? THe one that can shape-shift? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MYSTIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want to have her power. So that I can be anyone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wants me to be... make his fantasies come alive and nvr hving to worry abt him cheating! I can be Liv Tyler, Hawkgirl, Angelina... oooh!! Am i a gem or wat? Putting other's needs above mine... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i lurve this song - 'Jujur' by Radja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=606049932"&gt;Lagu Jujur By Radja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=606049932&amp;amp;type=video"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=606049932&amp;amp;title=Lagu"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duhai kekasih pujaan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kau memberiku satu arti&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit rasa yang bisa kumengerti&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sumpah atau janji&lt;br /&gt;(*)Buktikanlah bila ada cinta&lt;br /&gt;Setulus hatimu bisa menerima&lt;br /&gt;Sebatas kejujuran yang kau miliki&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekedar bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujurlah padaku bila kau tak lagi cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Bila tak mungkin bersama&lt;br /&gt;Jauhi diriku lupakanlah aku O... Ho... O... Ho...&lt;br /&gt;Jujurlah padaku bila kau tak lagi suka&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Bila tak mungkin bersama J&lt;br /&gt;auhi diriku lupakanlah aku&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4217718436673350302?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4217718436673350302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4217718436673350302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4217718436673350302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4217718436673350302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/which-heroic-qualities-would-you-want.html' title='which heroic qualities would you want?'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-158815320869010184</id><published>2007-02-16T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:09:30.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achy</title><content type='html'>am really in pain... back aching terribly, throat is sore... contracted an infection apparently... the long CNY break is gonna be wasted on recuperating... *darn!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been unwell for the longest time but just &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt;-ing cos of wrk... still mon probation so cannot be complacent... dunno how the company feels about absenteeism (MC-taking)... i dunno how long i will stay also.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la.. gtg take a nap... meds kicking in... drowsy drowsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p/s: my nephew is really becoming quite the smarty pants... and for a boy going on 4, and not schooling, his english vocab is quite fantastic! he knows the difference between a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fire truck and a fire brigade&lt;/span&gt;, the fire hydrant from the hose, the mini from a normal car, calls the sea 'Ocean' instead... and more! amazing! And i credit Disney channel esp. the programme Little Einsteins! But despite his superb vocab, i am worried about his not being able to read yet... gonna drill him on his reading soon... after i take my nap, that is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-158815320869010184?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/158815320869010184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=158815320869010184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/158815320869010184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/158815320869010184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/achy.html' title='achy'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5038335757431898098</id><published>2007-02-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:49.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveLy Day!</title><content type='html'>Watever others may say, regardless of the history of today...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; I LURVE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.123glitter.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.123glitter.com/graphics-gallery/love-words/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i gave him a huge Patrick plush (Spongebob's gd pal).. cute eh! but think me not getting anything la... well, nvm... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031262223618531330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RdKiVeqf4AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7ZygqEuG3MI/s200/patrick.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick is SpongeBob's neighbor and best friend, and his big ambition in life can be summed up in four words: "Uh...I...uh...forget." As SpongeBob's closest pal, Patrick is always offering his advice and encouragement. Unfortunately, Pat's not exactly the brightest starfish in the sea (if you catch our drift), and he usually ends up helping SpongeBob into a heap of trouble. Even their simplest plans end in disaster. But for better or worse, Patrick will always be SpongeBob's loyal buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy this song from the Grammy winners, Dixie Chicks! They are kewl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee" href="http://song2play.com/d/dixie_chicks-4234/home-19802/i_believe_in_love-262214.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dixie Chicks - I Believe In Love &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://song2play.com/play/song_262214.asx" width="310" height="45" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="false" controller="true" showstatusbar="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/"&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5038335757431898098?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5038335757431898098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5038335757431898098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5038335757431898098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5038335757431898098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/lovely-day.html' title='LoveLy Day!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RdKiVeqf4AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7ZygqEuG3MI/s72-c/patrick.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5933261759954472397</id><published>2007-02-12T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:49.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY... yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RdBDiOqf3_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/orWPDed0sSc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030595039103803378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RdBDiOqf3_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/orWPDed0sSc/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from Xmas, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; is also a good time for merry-making, especially when partners/vendors start sending over goodies!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheered up the super-sick me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: don't u think the weather is a bit too scorching?! heard that at some parts of sg, the temperature can drop so low at night that snow flakes can be seen! hmmm... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;armageddon&lt;/span&gt; approaching? aaaargh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5933261759954472397?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5933261759954472397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5933261759954472397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5933261759954472397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5933261759954472397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-yummy.html' title='CNY... yummy!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RdBDiOqf3_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/orWPDed0sSc/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1949089488781867378</id><published>2007-02-09T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:15:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chomp... chomp</title><content type='html'>am i a noisy eater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has joined my sisters... he, like them, said i eat too loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i can't help it that i enjoy my food... and frankly, i think i have a bigger jaw... hence the distance from my upper teeth to my lower teeth is "further" and the depth of my mouth... it's deep ( i think)... so i really can't help it! i wasn't being uncouth or wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i munch softly, means i have to concentrate.. and i tried it in the car... i ended up choking myself!! aargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1949089488781867378?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1949089488781867378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1949089488781867378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1949089488781867378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1949089488781867378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/chomp-chomp.html' title='chomp... chomp'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-4526795157747258389</id><published>2007-02-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awed</title><content type='html'>been feeling extremely tired and aching... backache is killing me! and i am stressed and busy... good good but somehow losing the spark! but cannot... shall persevere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, google is great cos you nvr know wat you will stumble upon in the huge web! and i saw these (amongst others) pictures from/of space! kewl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am astoundingly awed and amazed and now i feel oh so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and don't you think the spiral eyes look like those of the 'No Fear' logo? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;em&gt; *shudder*&lt;/em&gt;actually, most images captured shows the 'eye' in a way... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;are they watching us?&lt;/span&gt; ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RclrPe168AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eyaG-LVMdHw/s1600-h/ring+nebula_spritzer+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028668372657303554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RclrPe168AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eyaG-LVMdHw/s200/ring+nebula_spritzer+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RclrWe168BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dyWTkN-aV2s/s1600-h/sombrero+galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028668492916387858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RclrWe168BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dyWTkN-aV2s/s200/sombrero+galaxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rclrvu168CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2c8LUKozMGA/s1600-h/bestgalactic_spiraleyes_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028668926708084770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rclrvu168CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2c8LUKozMGA/s200/bestgalactic_spiraleyes_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RcluKe168DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HDxfoDmxpCw/s1600-h/hourglass+nebula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028671585292841010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RcluKe168DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HDxfoDmxpCw/s200/hourglass+nebula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-4526795157747258389?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/4526795157747258389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=4526795157747258389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4526795157747258389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/4526795157747258389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/awed.html' title='awed'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RclrPe168AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eyaG-LVMdHw/s72-c/ring+nebula_spritzer+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8477224948567257193</id><published>2007-02-01T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:00:54.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a very complex entity...&lt;br /&gt;easily personified... and it can make the ugly rosy, and the pretty, hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, never let the ugly little devil creep into your heart, cos it makes the relationship tough... love cannot be fathomed easily so just keep me in your heart, and trust me. Trust will strengthen us. Let's not weaken the foundation we have laid together all these while. Quarrels are draining... let's conserve our energy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, but related to the subject still:&lt;br /&gt;my dearest best fren, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt; once said to me, heartbreak may be tough but at least you know you are capable of loving and love is nothing but a blessing from God. Wipe away those tears and look on the bright side, that love will never disappear. Somewhere, someone is waiting to love you and be loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we always be enveloped with love, and the people who love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; dedicated this song to me. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='font:bold 11px verdana;'&gt;&lt;a style='background-color:#eeeeee;display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px;' href="http://song2play.com/q/queen-3630/greatest_hits_1_amp_2-16501/youre_my_best_friend-219028.html" target='_blank'&gt;Queen - You're My Best Friend&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://song2play.com/play/song_219028.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='310' height='45' autoplay="false" controller="true" ShowStatusBar="false" loop='true' pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://song2play.com/'&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8477224948567257193?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8477224948567257193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8477224948567257193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8477224948567257193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8477224948567257193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-1665704819281621819</id><published>2007-01-30T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:50.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to... ...</title><content type='html'>i lurve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teh peng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... lurve it lurve it lurve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am so glad, new wrkplace has stalls underneath it (not quite below la..) and the drinks stall, which my colleagues call i 'Du Du' serves great teh peng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb72BLZ0CZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dQ9cTpq7Eq4/s1600-h/pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025724734293412242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb72BLZ0CZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dQ9cTpq7Eq4/s200/pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I show u my new wrk area... getting messy by the day, cos i am getting immersed in wrk &lt;em&gt;(yet, still can update blog.. hehe!).&lt;/em&gt; From the pix, u can see my teh peng! today, we walked to china square and got it from &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mr teh tarik&lt;/span&gt;... it's a tad too potent, thick for my liking, but it will do. better than having a thin teh, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, ystdy we bought the famous &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pillow cake&lt;/span&gt; but today, we went late and the loaves are all sold out!! it is that famous, cos it is that good!! there's always another day... yeah! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*slurp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-1665704819281621819?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/1665704819281621819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=1665704819281621819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1665704819281621819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/1665704819281621819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/addicted-to.html' title='addicted to... ...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb72BLZ0CZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dQ9cTpq7Eq4/s72-c/pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3290208762616264743</id><published>2007-01-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend! okay monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.123glitter.com"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="" src="http://www.123glitter.com/glitter-maker/glitter20/797609725030020280107.gif" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cafe del mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; despite the drizzle...&lt;br /&gt;my take on it:&lt;br /&gt;great place to chill out.. with all those beds and seats.. you can sit and lepak there for ho&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb1ZmLZ0CVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jFk4IE16D4U/s1600-h/CDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025271271646300498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb1ZmLZ0CVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jFk4IE16D4U/s200/CDM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urs! and expect some smooching and heavy groping... well, the men are in surf shorts and gals in bikinis... so just imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not quite great for those who loves to dance, as the music is rather chill-out, sounds kinda techno jazzy... very ibiza la (d-uh!), but cool!! will go there again, but not so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, wel.. Monday... how interestig can Mondays be? but i'll get through it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb2IyrZ0CWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O0mUb8GuzVA/s1600-h/CDM+Pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025323163441170786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb2IyrZ0CWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O0mUb8GuzVA/s200/CDM+Pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb2JArZ0CXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/68FPRtGni7A/s1600-h/CDM_nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025323403959339378" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb2JArZ0CXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/68FPRtGni7A/s200/CDM_nice.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www.123glitter.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.123glitter.com/graphics-gallery/happy-weekend/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3290208762616264743?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3290208762616264743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3290208762616264743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3290208762616264743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3290208762616264743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-weekend-okay-monday.html' title='great weekend! okay monday'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/Rb1ZmLZ0CVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jFk4IE16D4U/s72-c/CDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-6043899153351177863</id><published>2007-01-26T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:03:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;make love, not war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee" href="http://song2play.com/s/sade-2991/lovers_rock__lovers_live-13182/by_your_side-174996.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sade - By Your Side &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://song2play.com/play/song_174996.asx" width="310" height="45" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="false" controller="true" showstatusbar="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/"&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-6043899153351177863?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/6043899153351177863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=6043899153351177863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6043899153351177863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/6043899153351177863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-song.html' title='the love song'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8394608527996717597</id><published>2007-01-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:11:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love or lust</title><content type='html'>my good fren, @ndi, confuses me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he commented i am writing rubbish on my blog.. but then, this is MY blog.. and he refused to post comments... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he said.. which is more important: love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;i told him, love cos love lasts (which he rebutted, if love lasts, why are there so many break-ups?... then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ms smarty-ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here thinks it's cos those aren't real love... and every love is bound by circumstances, situations...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he said love is for ugly people.. they need to love then will get sex. haha! &lt;em&gt;really meh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it means the ugly are loving their partners just for IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and with that, which is better? love sex or lust sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to men, i am sure, there is no difference... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sex sex sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... regardless of the nature, the emotions behind it... just give them SEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd say, lust sex makes things so much fun! i am imagining being pushed against the wall (ala Unfaithful or Mr and Mrs Smith)... and some role-playing.. basically spontaneous, hot sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if love sex, imagine The Notebook... and all other romantic, slow-mo make out scenes... shld be less strenuous, but still hot, with all the emotion heating the couple up... hmmmm... *dreamy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8394608527996717597?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8394608527996717597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8394608527996717597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8394608527996717597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8394608527996717597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-or-lust.html' title='love or lust'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3621824815433160381</id><published>2007-01-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:46:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust and love... mutually needy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(yes, we are back together!) and i had another quarrel [yes, yes.. the moment we decided to get married and pledge our lifetimes together, the more cranky we are (blame him la!)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's all cos of my (over-)excitement about the long-lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute MRT guy! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;accused me of being excited about him (true!) and all turned on cos of him (false!!) and that the reason why i wanted to make out with him is cos of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cute mrt guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so misunderstood!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so i told him... if he cannot trust me anymore, then what's the point? then he will suspect every touch, every kiss, every movement from me is cos i have someone else in my mind! then me, the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;smarty-ass&lt;/span&gt;, went on and on and on (yes, with tears included) to prove my point and he caved in... *phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but he asked... which is more important: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love or trust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so, again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ms-smarty-pants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;replied: Love shld come first... with love, you trust that your partner will love u as much (or even more) and will not do anything to hurt you. As love grows, trust should increase too, along with faith and loyalty, and that's how the commitment quotient comes about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this brings me back to the Corinthian passage... &lt;em&gt;love is not selfish ... ... ...&lt;/em&gt; how true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dear boyfriend of mine... this song is for you (and can we not quarrel anymore?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='font:bold 11px verdana;'&gt;&lt;a style='background-color:#eeeeee;display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px;' href="http://song2play.com/t/tina_arena-5092/in_deep-21520/i_want_to_spend_my_lifetime_loving_you_duet_with_marc_anthony-285220.html" target='_blank'&gt;Tina Arena - I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You (Duet with Marc Anthony)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://song2play.com/play/song_285220.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='310' height='45' autoplay="false" controller="true" ShowStatusBar="false" loop='false' pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://song2play.com/'&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3621824815433160381?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3621824815433160381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3621824815433160381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3621824815433160381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3621824815433160381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/trust-and-love-mutually-needy.html' title='trust and love... mutually needy'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-20849441693879480</id><published>2007-01-23T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:27:23.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new song...</title><content type='html'>is this song about loving/wanting someone else?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov {display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:10px;font:bold 13px;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;li {padding:5px 0px}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px"&gt;Music Video:&lt;div class="hov"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info/song_37918_Hinder-Lips_Of_An_Angel.html" target="_self"&gt;Lips Of An Angel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info/song_37918_Hinder-Lips_Of_An_Angel.html" target="_self"&gt;Hinder Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="MediaPlayer" src="http://www.mcodes.info/asx.php?id=37918" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="300" height="300" autoplay=0 controller=true ShowStatusBar=false loop=false pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt; Get Yours: &lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info" class=li target=_blank&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flashgamecodes.com" class=li target=_blank&gt;Flash Arcade Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-20849441693879480?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/20849441693879480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=20849441693879480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/20849441693879480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/20849441693879480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-song.html' title='a new song...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5050196295085014855</id><published>2007-01-22T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:02:49.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a great Monday!</title><content type='html'>the day started out very well... very very well indeed! And all cos of ONE PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cute MRT guy&lt;/span&gt;? he whom i thought have disappeared from this TINY island (and made me very very sad) ahs since reappeared!!! at the same MRT station, at the same time as before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and better, since i have left my old wrkplace, i now alight at the SAME station, SAME exit at Tanjong Pagar! and i got to see how he walked, and let me tell you... very nice behind he has! (now now... i am not a &lt;em&gt;butt &lt;/em&gt;person, but oooh! so imagine wild thots... i'm getting hot just thinking abt him AGAIN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;p/s: and work at new wrkplace has been great! hope it will remain so for some time!! hate to job-hop again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5050196295085014855?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5050196295085014855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5050196295085014855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5050196295085014855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5050196295085014855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-great-monday.html' title='it&apos;s a great Monday!'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7261682276402062811</id><published>2007-01-14T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:56:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misery in audio</title><content type='html'>and since i am on a roll about songs (aren't songs/music the best way to communicate your feelings? your moods?), here's one i will listen to when i am on a heartbreak or when i am down (and making myself feel even more miserable.. way to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tq9NUzpeQ"&gt;My Immortal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;when you cried&lt;br /&gt;i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream&lt;br /&gt;i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;i held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have&lt;br /&gt;all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating life&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;but though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov {display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:10px;font:bold 13px;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;li {padding:5px 0px}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px"&gt;Music Video:&lt;div class="hov"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info/song_15710_Evanescence-My_Immortal.html" target="_self"&gt;My Immortal&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info/song_15710_Evanescence-My_Immortal.html" target="_self"&gt;Evanescence Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="MediaPlayer" src="http://www.mcodes.info/asx.php?id=15710" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="300" height="300" autoplay=0 controller=true ShowStatusBar=false loop=false pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt; Get Yours: &lt;a href="http://www.mcodes.info" class=li target=_blank&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flashgamecodes.com" class=li target=_blank&gt;Flash Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7261682276402062811?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7261682276402062811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7261682276402062811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7261682276402062811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7261682276402062811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/misery-in-audio.html' title='misery in audio'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3731754896783713461</id><published>2007-01-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:51.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my woman-power song</title><content type='html'>i was telling my fren, Mel, about how emancipated I get when i hear Beyonce's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Irreplaceable'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;empowered&lt;/span&gt; by the song! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the front yard telling me&lt;br /&gt;How I'm such a fool - Talking about&lt;br /&gt;How I'll never ever find a man like you&lt;br /&gt;You got me twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I can have another you by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ever for a second get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and get gone&lt;br /&gt;And call up on that chick and see if she is home&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;What did you think I was putting you out for?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you was untrue&lt;br /&gt;Rolling her around in the car that I bought you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the front yard telling me&lt;br /&gt;How I am such a fool - Talking about&lt;br /&gt;How I'll never ever find a man like you&lt;br /&gt;You got me twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I will have another you by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ever for a second get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I’m not your everything&lt;br /&gt;How about I'll be nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wont shed a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose a wink of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;Replacing you is so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left To the left To the left To the left To the left To the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you own in the box to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left To the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I can have another you by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.offuhuge.com/play/3363.asx" height="300px" width="360px" autostart="false" ShowStatusBar="1" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.offuhuge.com/media/3363/Beyonce_Irreplaceable/'&gt;Beyonce Irreplaceable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;li {padding:5px 0px}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;btw, mel and i caught&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Forbidden Chestnuts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last night and it was FABULOUS! be prepared to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;crack your ribs, watchin the actors immerse themselves in mocking other shows and celebs! A must-watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019067899257905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RadPqYbVX8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jo7MxlnQOD8/s320/FC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3731754896783713461?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3731754896783713461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3731754896783713461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3731754896783713461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3731754896783713461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-woman-power-song.html' title='my woman-power song'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RadPqYbVX8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jo7MxlnQOD8/s72-c/FC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2059320349143983561</id><published>2007-01-11T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:07:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love song...</title><content type='html'>What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;And me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Lifehouse 'You and Me'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*sigh* I wish someone would dedicate this song to me... or that this song reminds him of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee" href="http://song2play.com/l/lifehouse-3979/lifehouse-18351/you_and_me-243368.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lifehouse - You And Me &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://song2play.com/play/song_243368.asx" width="310" height="45" type="application/x-mplayer2" loop="false" showstatusbar="false" controller="true" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/"&gt;Music Code provided by Song2Play.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2059320349143983561?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2059320349143983561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2059320349143983561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2059320349143983561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2059320349143983561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-love-song.html' title='my love song...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-5047531676433865084</id><published>2007-01-09T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:13:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>I love being in love. Who doesn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes all things serene. I'll get so light-footed, i feel like a ballerina, walking on my toes, ever so nimble, so gentle. And somehow, i am surrounded by the enchanted forest, leaves gently rustling in the background, the grass all wet and nice to the feet (think Bambi), birds whistling (think Snow White the cartoon)... &lt;em&gt;(Disney personifies this image superbly well!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes me forget how broke i actually am.. for i usually end up splurging on the person... though the gifts may not be LV/Gucci, they are still quite pricey, esp for my oh-so-shallow pockets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes me hear music... it also helps that 'Love Songs' on Class 95 plays great lovey-dovey romantic songs... haha! I just hope that I will get the same feeling, the same idealistic moment when I have found 'The One' and opera starts playing in the background (ala Barbra Streisand in that movie.. oh gosh! that movie! the title escapes my mind! the one with the soundtrack of "I Finally Found Someone"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and am loved, i get to be called other than my name... "baby", "hunny bunny", "honey", "sexy" (and other sweet variations of it, and in different languages). But my favourite: "babe"... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  it can be simply put eg. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"see u later, babe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes me wanna smell good, look good... it helps that the guy who adores me sings praises of me (see above)... makes me wana slather on that Marc Jacobs' Blush body lotion and body shimmer, spray Estee Lauder's 'Pleasures' at the core spots... with the hope i will get lucky! haha! Women do think of IT k... we just hide it better than you guys.. (thanks to padded bras to hide our mating signal(s)... u guys are more obvious.. *chuckles*) -- okay, is this part Love, or Lust? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i love Love cos it makes me all hot, and passionate and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;very very pretty&lt;/span&gt;... the hair falls into place, the nails all shiny, the skin all radiant.. Oestrogen working its wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i hope that you are feeling all of the above and even better! Everyday, and especially on Valentine's Day! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;make love, not war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: but it doesn't count if you are in love with yourself, hor! hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-5047531676433865084?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/5047531676433865084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=5047531676433865084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5047531676433865084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/5047531676433865084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3426667721014307137</id><published>2007-01-08T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of power ranger, fahmie and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RaGm_AP8yII/AAAAAAAAAD4/8pjC1iwPVCE/s1600-h/pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017475061196310658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RaGm_AP8yII/AAAAAAAAAD4/8pjC1iwPVCE/s320/pr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my nephew is currently on a power ranger (PR) craze... so much that he wants me to marry one! it began with him and his kompang (a malay hand drum, usually played in weddings) and he was happily beating away. then i asked, "Who are you drumming for?" and he said "i am practicing for you la!" after going back and forth abt the whole affair, i finally asked "so, who am i getting married to?" and so the chubby smarty-pants said "Power Ranger la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, Mr Power Ranger, propose to me with your sabre whatever... so that my cutey can play his kompang and be in his own blue PR suit as well, and we can start our own PR family... ooh! how protected I will feel &lt;em&gt;(and i'll be quite rich too! imagine all the royalties, tv shows, appearances... ok.. i am getting carried away now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! If there is a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; PR, then only Mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Power Ranger need apply pls.. cos I think he looks especially cute! hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3426667721014307137?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3426667721014307137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3426667721014307137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3426667721014307137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3426667721014307137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-power-ranger-fahmie-and-me.html' title='of power ranger, fahmie and me'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RaGm_AP8yII/AAAAAAAAAD4/8pjC1iwPVCE/s72-c/pr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7380674748854415771</id><published>2007-01-05T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"sememangnyer hati ku ini kau dah miliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kau lah segalanyer buat ku sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;biler dikupas aper yang tersurat dan tersirat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;akan tetap bermaksud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aku cinta dan sayang padamu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(rough translation: this heart is truly yours, darling, you are everything to me, even if you dwell and decipher, pick and tear at it, it will still mean: I love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon the above... apparently a note penned for his lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such words... i've often thought it extinct from this concrete world, and yet here it is... i adore &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZ4M1wP8yHI/AAAAAAAAADs/TffacWK4liI/s1600-h/hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016461152561711218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZ4M1wP8yHI/AAAAAAAAADs/TffacWK4liI/s320/hart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;such loving words... such words and declaration can only come straight from one's heart and will penetrate through the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uplifting... it makes my day just reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don Juan/Casanova of mine... where can you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7380674748854415771?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7380674748854415771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7380674748854415771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7380674748854415771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7380674748854415771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/romance.html' title='romance'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZ4M1wP8yHI/AAAAAAAAADs/TffacWK4liI/s72-c/hart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-7745032111635034394</id><published>2007-01-03T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:07:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where have all the fireworks gone?</title><content type='html'>ending 2006 wasn't done with a bang. in fact, i did nothing at all, except being in front of the telly with my chubby nephew (though we caught a glimpse of the&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; from my bedroom window).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and welcoming 2007 was a dread. whilst everyone was anticipating a positive year, me on the other hand, am quite pessimistic. feeling quite down. a feeling i haven't been pally with for quite some time, andyet i think gloomy is the new chic. for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the (ex-) boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; that i resolute to be independent of him, and how numb i am... i did not mention that i will try to be less petty (how to? when i know i am not, and i have testaments from my frens that i'm not)... why do ppl come up with "love me, love my family" phrase? it's quite hard to undertake, to embrace especially when you don't quite adore the latter? can i just do it for him who "did not exactly break up with me", whom &lt;strong&gt;i think&lt;/strong&gt; i am still in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can somebody tell me... do i just smile and grit my teeth throughout this whole thing when what i am actually feeling is incredible nothingness? i am utterly emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, can you show &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the (ex-) boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; his true love? I know you have a lot of other important and urgent things on your mind and to do, but can you spare just one second and grant me this wish? Cos i don't quite feel that i am his &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'The One'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Or if we are meant to be together, pls give me that heartbeat, that tingly feeling, that warmth which i think i used to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 august 2008 is not very far from now. and &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; need a clue. Fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-7745032111635034394?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/7745032111635034394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=7745032111635034394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7745032111635034394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/7745032111635034394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-have-all-fireworks-gone.html' title='where have all the fireworks gone?'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3522515977931128178</id><published>2006-12-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:39:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quakedown, breakdown</title><content type='html'>when i read reports of the quake in Taiwan, i was so unaffected... first cos this is the first time i heard of it, and second cos it's far, unlike Indonesia or the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did i know that the earthquake wld actually disrupt the one thing I (and most of us) am most dependent of - the WWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; broke up with me... citing differences and how i'm drifting apart. i am too numb to comment and complain abt what he said, for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway along with broken cable lines, my heart was shattered too. everything's down. how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3522515977931128178?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3522515977931128178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3522515977931128178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3522515977931128178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3522515977931128178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/quakedown-breakdown.html' title='quakedown, breakdown'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-413989478873038045</id><published>2006-12-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:51.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>durian overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZDDrBhi4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sv1JkrLVhs0/s1600-h/stf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012721529174287106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZDDrBhi4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sv1JkrLVhs0/s320/stf1.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other day, me and the wonderful colleagues of TNM station were craving for durian...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZDENBhi4xI/AAAAAAAAADc/MMuCB_SdzU0/s1600-h/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012722113289839378" style="CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZDENBhi4xI/AAAAAAAAADc/MMuCB_SdzU0/s320/durian.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and how delectable it will be... esp for such cold weather... but i gotta go back and can't hang out with them so they did not get the fruit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, ystdy went out with mom and sister and family and we got a bargain for the fruit! a whole basket of fat, juicy ones for just $20! and they are cheap and good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so after feasting on them, and getting (more than) enough heat to keep me warm at night, mom made jam-like stuff with them. Yummy! And, i did not forget the bros at TNM so i packed and despatched it over! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, talking about it makes me drool.. i wanna go home so i can eat the juicy flesh of the fruit before anyone else gets the good ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: momma will surely make all things durian... kueh, bubur etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-413989478873038045?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/413989478873038045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=413989478873038045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/413989478873038045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/413989478873038045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/durian-overload.html' title='durian overload'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RZDDrBhi4wI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sv1JkrLVhs0/s72-c/stf1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2180055695326166549</id><published>2006-12-19T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:36:34.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflect and act</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.. all the lights, the joy, the shopping madness in urban,no-snow Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, remembered the poem below and i felt it is apt esp. for the season of giving, and sharing... and it never fails to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.&lt;br /&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;Never throw out anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands.&lt;br /&gt;One for helping yourself, the other for helping others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This poem is quoted from "Audrey Hepburn" by Barry Paris (1996, Putman). She read it to children for inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get inspired all. Have a great Christmas, may it be a good start to a blessed new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2180055695326166549?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2180055695326166549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2180055695326166549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2180055695326166549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2180055695326166549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflect-and-act.html' title='reflect and act'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-164525481119444239</id><published>2006-12-13T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing yourself</title><content type='html'>ystdy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; told me: "if/when we get married, pls remember yourself. I don't want you to lose yourself... cos' i watched Lance Armstrong's ex-wife tell her story on Oprah and it struck a chord on me... so pls remember that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i was shocked. One, cos he watched Oprah and w/o embarassment, admitted it. Two, that a woman's tale wld touch him. Ok.. i noe he is not a chauvinist, but i never thot this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;burly boyfriend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could be sensitive. Praise to God! Three, that it was a great reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time, when women esp. mothers are interviewed and asked what is their achievement, or what they enjoy out of their lives, it will always be that their children grow up healthy, be successful, that the husband is doing well and the house is in perfect order etc etc... Never that she is proud of her own success, purely hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are made to be the unselfish one... putting others before thyself. And what the boyfriend mentioned is correct. Have your me-time, go do what you enjoy doing, without neglecting the family. Juggle but balance well. Never lose yourself. Be who you are and better... The &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;marriage is supposed to be a bonus, not a burden.&lt;/span&gt; And that, I will bear in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my dearest sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder one, me not worried for she has always had a firm mind. And will get things done her way.. well, most of the time. I have seen her sacrificed and compromised, but i realised she has not lost herself, her sense of humor, her mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my eldest one, just 2 months into her marriage (and actually before that we have seen apparent changes in her) she is losing herself. Not totally. Not yet. But at quite a quick pace. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://escarletletter.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog &lt;/a&gt;and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a husband who is so bent on having his way... a husband whom i all along knew isn't quite grown-up yet.. a husband whose family background is different, weird different and imposing. A husband who stifles his wife. A husband who makes caustic, insensitive remarks. When just 2 months into the marriage, he already expressed doubts. (Just eat the food at home. There is never a time to be picky. It's food from God via my momma's hands. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rezeki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) That is tough. And she is quickly losing herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between compromising and being meek. Compromise means it's a win-win situation for both. Meek is when u just shrug, grit your teeth and smile. It is true that saying &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX953iSGAYI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8pOIH529r4/s1600-h/adameve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007855305661743490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX953iSGAYI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8pOIH529r4/s320/adameve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry doesn't always mean you are wrong, and it often means you are the bigger person. But having to apologise everytime for something not your fault, and not having somebody at least understand your point of view, that is wrong. We can tame the chauvinist... just squeeze in sarcasm and your concrete argument with a saccharine smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sure she (and you) will think i know nothing for i am not married yet, and i dunno what goes on behind closed doors. I agree. But i know that when my sister goes to bed crying and wakes up all down and with puffy eyes, that is wrong. When i see her so listless, until her movements are now near-mechanical. Robotic. That is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sisters, i send you all my love and prayers. While I may always seem to be indifferent, i do feel for you. I am here for you. Anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my "new" brother-in-law especially. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grow Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Men are always behind the women in terms of the mind and soul, and you being younger, so pls hasten the brain. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reflect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And pls, while Muslim marriage is patriarchal, I believe God decreed to respect the wife, respect the womenfolk. Never mistreat... in whatever form. Leaving a wife to fend for herself for 40days (or there about) is a sin. "Leaving" here is not to be taken literally. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i will take this into mind. I love my family. I love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for highlighting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I am no feminist. While i don't believe I shld take the shoes off my husband, i do believe that men and women are never equal, but in fact they complement each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-164525481119444239?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/164525481119444239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=164525481119444239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/164525481119444239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/164525481119444239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/losing-yourself.html' title='losing yourself'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX953iSGAYI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8pOIH529r4/s72-c/adameve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-8120481193257026265</id><published>2006-12-12T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:52.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jewellery addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX3__WT0elI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PQwuLD3n0JY/s1600-h/elsa.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007439824491412050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX3__WT0elI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PQwuLD3n0JY/s200/elsa.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX3_1WT0ekI/AAAAAAAAACs/cx71S_WfgX8/s1600-h/ring.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007439652692720194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="81" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX3_1WT0ekI/AAAAAAAAACs/cx71S_WfgX8/s200/ring.jpg.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;realised it's been a while since i got myself some jewellery/accessories to adorn myself. and so i went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought myself these!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and of cos got my sis her M.A.C espresso eyeshadow). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, for the longchamp bag. haha! hello malls... I AM BACK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: wish me luck for my interview!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-8120481193257026265?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/8120481193257026265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=8120481193257026265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8120481193257026265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/8120481193257026265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/jewellery-addict.html' title='jewellery addict'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RX3__WT0elI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PQwuLD3n0JY/s72-c/elsa.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-3526922772400451614</id><published>2006-12-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:53.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondrous chocolate</title><content type='html'>i am not a chocoholic... although the muddy mud pie from coffee club does wonders to my nerves... hmmmm...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RXfN7GT0egI/AAAAAAAAACA/zagsvtGxWi8/s1600-h/hot+choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005695926035315202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RXfN7GT0egI/AAAAAAAAACA/zagsvtGxWi8/s200/hot+choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today, i think i'm a convert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's weather is so chill-out... the december, sombre, grey skies, stay-at-home weather. had a gd lunch and a fantastic cup of hot choc with marshmallows. sheer pleasure. i was stoned by the time lunch ended. and the hot choc just brought me a notch higher. HIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, bring me a plateful of juicy strawberries, warm choc, hot choc w/ marshies... and i'm yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to attend chocoholics anonymos club. but then, that mite turn out to be an orgy. *winkz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-3526922772400451614?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/3526922772400451614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=3526922772400451614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3526922772400451614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/3526922772400451614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/wondrous-chocolate.html' title='wondrous chocolate'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/RXfN7GT0egI/AAAAAAAAACA/zagsvtGxWi8/s72-c/hot+choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37215616.post-2389777239021902115</id><published>2006-12-07T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:24:25.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another meme... another boring day</title><content type='html'>I love memes, especially since I am free at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Flip to page 18, paragraph 4 - in the book closest to you right now, what does it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since I’ve been implementing Greg’s handy-dandy “he’s just not that into you” philosophy, I’ve been feeling surprisingly more powerful. Because if the men are asking you out, if the men have to get your attention, then you, in fact, are the one in control. … … …” From “He’s Not That Into You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. If you stretch out your left arm as far as possible, what are you touching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can penetrate through the glass window, I will touch the dry “corpse” of the black spider at the parapet… though I wish it’s something else… like the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. What’s the last program you watched on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Bible – The Knights Templar. On National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am. Super sleepy. It's actually only 9:07am. *darn! Secretly wished it’s 10*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Aside from the computer, what can you hear right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean &amp; Rod on Class 95FM. And some colleagues shouting over their cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. When was the last time you were outside and what did you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes ago. Dragging my feet to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in sombre mood. In rare dark look of grey, black pants, black flats. I lurve colours, but not today. Today – very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8. Did you dream last night? If you did, what about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night. Had a stupid conversation with the boyfriend. (love him! *gushing*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10. What’s on the walls, in the room you’re in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Plain wall… cream paint. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11. Have you seen anything strange lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What do you think about this meme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. At least I have something to do. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What’s the last film you saw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated movie rather – Happy Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you became a multimillionaire, what would you do with the money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay off credit card bill, pay off car loan, get car for dad, pay for my degree, get place to run business, give to parents so they can retire, send Amie and Hady to good pre-schools, buy the Coach bag. Get married. Invest. eh! i need a house to live in too (Ferraria Park, here i come!)... lurve this qn cos it lets me dream and aim to achieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Tell us something about yourself that most people don’t know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are crooked. Joints aren’t done right. God must have been interrupted. But it’s ok though I can’t do heavy lifting… (not that i am complaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;16. If you could change ONE THING in this world, without regarding politics or bad guilt, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;17. Do you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Who doesn’t?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. George Bush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst President in modern history (or the millenium, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19. What do you want your children’s names to be, girl/boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florentina Aadila (after teh beautiful city) &amp;amp; Salauddin Aadil (after the great warrior: صلاح الدين الأيوبي, the boyfriend wanted it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;21. What do you want God to tell you, when you come to heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I deserve this. Go do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Who should do this meme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, especially those with time on their hands (like me!). Take time off from work/study la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37215616-2389777239021902115?l=kookyash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/feeds/2389777239021902115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37215616&amp;postID=2389777239021902115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2389777239021902115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37215616/posts/default/2389777239021902115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kookyash.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-meme-another-boring-day.html' title='another meme... another boring day'/><author><name>kookymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03219412596540318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1dQEhLNKjuc/R4JJW9MSzjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mScPCOlUJgY/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
