<?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-7693823931324150363</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:48.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT PAYS TO PRAY. WHAT TAKES PRECEDENCE?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7801944436579811381</id><published>2008-11-03T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:00:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoi!!!! Sakitnya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow! I didn’t realise that I’ve not blogged in like 2 ½ months! So thought I’d better blog about something before I pop. The thing is what shall I blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a lot has been running through my mind of late especially with the impending arrival of my little one. He’s been a very active boy, he’s hardly got space to move around inside so sometimes when he moves, I do feel a sense of discomfort and pain. Sometimes I would “sound” him? Is it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I make a good mum? I always say that I will be a strict yet a loving mum but will I be turn the other way around, where I love him too much that I let him do whatever he wants? What if I spoil him? What if my parents and my in-laws spoil him, thus he hates me for being so strict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has my faith in God become lesser? I’ve been reading and praying according to the Supernatural Childbirth book that I read but yet I still fear pain. So where’s my faith? How come I can’t seem to arrest the fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my confinement? Should I follow those strict “pantang-larang”. What if I cannot stand being tied down? Or should I just be care free and follow the western style? If I follow western style, will I end up will all the pain and aches like how some of my friend’s describe their ordeal because they didn’t follow the “pantang”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last check up 2 weeks ago – doc told Kyew and I that baby is a little small. That got me worried and I start eating more than I use too. What if baby is still small? Doc will definitely induce labour and get him out for him to grow outside. What is these 2 weeks, because of my overeating, he becomes too big… will I have a hard time pushing him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi! I’ve being driven to tears and getting all emo because of these questions! And there’s so much more! The pass 8 months, I was so cool and as the due date approaches…. Gosh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lord! I’m crying out to you for peace. Arrest this fear and these negative thoughts in the name of Jesus. You have nailed pain on the cross more than 2000 years ago. I believe for a smooth delivery. I believe that both baby and I will be healthy and no future sickness will overcome our body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7801944436579811381?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7801944436579811381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7801944436579811381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7801944436579811381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7801944436579811381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoi-sakitnya.html' title='Adoi!!!! Sakitnya!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7238718470434908291</id><published>2008-08-15T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:44:09.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was watching 712 on Astro last night on the program THS: Investigates. I manage to only catch 2 ½ segments of the program. It was about kidnapping cases in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 segment was about a 13 year old girl who was kidnapped by her next-door neighbour in 1995 and was held captive for 105 days. Of which, everyday of that 105 days, she was raped and physically abused. When the FBIs and the private investigator ambushed her abductor in a motel, she had forgotten her real name because her abductor changed her name and made her call him “Dad”. It's been more than 10 years and she can still clearly recall the horrible incident that happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd segment was about a 47 year old who was kidnapped by a stranger when he was 13 years old, while waiting for his mum. He was held captive for 18 months and was physically abused and molested by his abductor. On top of that, his abductor used him to lure other young boys into the abductor’s house.  His abductor made him watch what he did to the young boys which was to drug and sexually molest these young boys. Many a times, these boys can’t recall anything because they were drugged and put to sleep. This kidnap victim is now married with children and grandchildren but he cannot get the incident out of his mind even though it’s been more than 30 years. He was crying, when he told his part of the story. The unfortunate part was the case against his abductor was dropped even though he was willing to testify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disgusted with child molesters or child predators. They completely have no conscience and what’s worse, these cases happen here too. Fortunately for the 2 people mentioned, they were rescued and not murdered unlike the girls and boys we know that were abducted and murdered here, in Malaysia. Take for example, the case of Nurin, they can’t find the perpetrator and murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is not born yet, but I’m already worried for his safety. That’s why it’s so important for parents to keep a watchful eye on their children. And guys and girls, if you feel that your parents are holding a tight reign on you, it’s really because of your own safety and nothing else. Do understand the anguish parents have to go through when they find they children lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just stating the case of 13 year olds getting kidnap in US or 5 year olds getting kidnap here. But there are many cases where teens and adults do get kidnap too. I know that many of us think that we’re old enough to take care of ourselves and that we are big size enough to fend off these psychotic maniacs but strength alone is never enough. More often than not, perpetrators have IQs that are higher than an average person. They have strategies and tactics to lure their victims. We just got to be extra careful and when our parent advises us against going out late and coming back home late, listen to them. They know what they’re talking about. It’ll be too late to regret if anything does happen. Don’t even think that God can be taken for granted if we are not submissive to our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7238718470434908291?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7238718470434908291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7238718470434908291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7238718470434908291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7238718470434908291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/kidnap.html' title='Kidnap'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-906257094853784976</id><published>2008-08-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:09:45.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Meeting 080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyone watch the Olympic’s Opening last Friday? Im sure some did. As for Kyew and I, we both missed it. We even wanted to watch the rerun but unfortunately, we don’t know when? Any idea, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kyew and I were in church for prayer meeting. You know what, it was like Sunday Service, man. How awesome was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of service was when Ps Henry told Ryan to show the march pass of different nations (participating in the Olympics) and told us to stretch our hands and pray for God’s blessings and also for salvation over these nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, allow me to backtrack a little. Last two Mondays, both of us were in prayer meeting (before the 080808 all night prayer meet). Towards the end of the prayer meeting, a thought ran through my mind as I was observing our church members. Gosh! Kyew and I are the youngest member in prayer meeting other than Poh Yi Wen and David Poh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this with Kyew and he said, it’s kinda sad that young people don’t like praying anymore. But you know, we were proven wrong! On 080808 prayer meeting…. I really want to thank God for these guys – Dexter, Don, David S., Joseph Gan, Caleb Tan, Johannes, Wei Loong, Larry, Aaron Raj and Ivan Tan. On the 090808 5am prayer meeting, these guys were there – Larry, Ivan Tan, Wei Loong and Caleb Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! You ROCK! Thank you for encouraging Kyew and I and changing our minds.&lt;br /&gt; God is looking for servants and not masters….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-906257094853784976?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/906257094853784976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=906257094853784976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/906257094853784976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/906257094853784976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayer-meeting-080808.html' title='Prayer Meeting 080808'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7600126326238842348</id><published>2008-07-29T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:13:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It’s been a draining pass couple of weeks for, more so for these few days. Lack of sleep, datelines to meet, going back to office when I should be in church and worse off, feeling lonely most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these times, I can only gather strength from the Lord. When I feel that no one’s there for me, literally and figuratively speaking, it is Him that I draw my strength from. But I can go a little cuckoo sometimes - if I feel down, sometimes I wish I can just jump down the staircase and hurt myself but because of little darling baby, I have to snap out of my thoughts, ask forgiveness, both from God and my unborn child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have to bear in mind, that whatever I think or feel affects the baby – his emotions and thoughts. That’s why I thank God everyday for this little one. When no one’s with me, he’s with me and God’s with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel drained out, tired, frustrated but each day that passes by, gets better. I’m definitely looking forward to be on my own two feet again and this scripture definitely helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 28:6-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise be to the LORD, for he has heard my cry for mercy. The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one. Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7600126326238842348?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7600126326238842348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7600126326238842348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7600126326238842348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7600126326238842348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5913993412034126346</id><published>2008-07-03T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:08:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Weeks and going stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I’m in my 5th month of pregnancy now. My belly is “Oh so obvious” and I’ve already started feeling the baby kicking since 2 weeks ago. I sure have an active baby growing inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my 18th week scan two Wednesdays ago, junior curled him/herself up like a ball. Nicholas Aaron asked, “You carrying a baby or a football.” As for me, I think it’s junior’s daddy love and craze for football that makes junior pretend to be a football, curving him/herself in such a manner with hands flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it so hard for the doctor to take a good picture. So the scan I got is the lousiest and most blur of all the scans. But take a good look at the scan, you'll get to see the baby's spinal cord. I's the most obvious part of the scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really enjoying my pregnancy now especially feeling the baby kicking. Every time the baby kicks, my belly would be bobbing up and down. But whenever I place my palm on my belly junior will stop kicking. So to get Kwang Yew to feel the kick, he cannot place his palm on my belly, he’ll just have to be contented staring at my belly. But the funny thing is, he feels like there’s an alien inside of me. It’s really something new to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicking will be more obvious when junior grows a little bit bigger and that time, I’m sure Kwang Yew will get to feel the kicks. I actually can’t wait for that moment. I’m especially waiting for the moment where his/her her foot or hand pressing out and that I can see a lump coming out of my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Another 4 more months, and I’ll get to carry my little angel in my arms. This is so exciting. Makes the morning sickness and indigestion all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I still don’t know the sex of the baby. Waiting for another week or so to do a scan called Target Scan. This scan reveals everything about the baby – sex, heart, nose, lips and etc. My prayer is that I will have a healthy and perfect growing baby and finally, I will also get to do SHOPPING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220613470077977138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SHNYSoGeAjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WRE6u33K9Zg/s400/P7080042.JPG" border="0" /&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/7693823931324150363-5913993412034126346?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5913993412034126346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5913993412034126346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5913993412034126346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5913993412034126346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-weeks-and-going-stronger.html' title='18 Weeks and going stronger'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SHNYSoGeAjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WRE6u33K9Zg/s72-c/P7080042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7345759641451191890</id><published>2008-06-15T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:42:38.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lessons from My Father: The Preacher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Reverend Franklin Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Interview by Amy Levin-Epstein, Best Life&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212133695007053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SFU3-wS9VgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zqSVm786sRs/s400/Billy+Graham.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father became very close with the Nixons. He was fairly close with John F. Kennedy. After the Watergate era, however, he said, "I'm not going to say anything to a politician again unless it's of a spiritual nature. I'm not going to talk with them about political issues, about international issues. I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and speak to them about things that affect their hearts." I've watched him my whole life. He is my example. My father doesn't keep a record of wrongs. If someone hurts him or disappoints him, my father just forgives the person and moves on. I think that's what love is all about.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no book to teach you. &lt;/strong&gt;My father told me you learn how to preach by preaching. The only way you're going to learn it is to go out there and do it and learn from your mistakes. And he's right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw that he was wary of politicians. &lt;/strong&gt;They thought, If we get close to Billy Graham, that will influence votes. My father tries to use his position in a spiritual context. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He taught me that there is a devil in this world. &lt;/strong&gt;There are spiritual powers at work against God. Why do we have bars on the windows? Why do we have to have police forces? Why do we have a judicial system? It's because of the evil in this world. Everything he taught, he taught us through the Scripture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never saw my parents fight. &lt;/strong&gt;Never really saw them argue. My mother was a soul mate to him. They did everything together. My father treated my mother with the utmost respect. He honored her. I have a friend--we're about the same age--who loses his temper and yells at his wife, and he cusses at her from time to time, and guess what? His children do exactly the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My father is careful with women. &lt;/strong&gt;He would not even ride in the same car with a woman other than my mother. I remember in Little Rock, Hillary Clinton, when she was the wife of Governor Clinton, wanted to meet my father for lunch. She wanted to have a private conversation. Daddy said, "I'd be glad to meet you, but we'll meet in a public place." My father told me, "I'm going to be above reproach and not allow myself ever to be accused of something that wasn't morally right." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was gone for a long time when I was young. &lt;/strong&gt;One time, he was gone for about six months. My father started his ministry right after World War II, when men had been gone for four or five years to defend the freedom of this nation. He felt, Should I do less for the sake of the cross? He later told me, "Son, if I had to do this over again, I wouldn't have been gone that long." When I'm through with my work, I go back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a circle. &lt;/strong&gt;When you are small, your relationship with your parents is one thing, and then you get to be an adult and they start treating you like an adult. And then when you are older, the roles reverse. Instead of the parents providing for the children, now we as children are helping to provide for our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God did not give us religion. &lt;/strong&gt;Religion is man's attempt to reach a holy God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows how to stay on message. &lt;/strong&gt;All these years, he has been faithful to what he feels God called him to do, and that is to preach this wonderful good news, this Gospel, that Jesus Christ died for our sins, that He rose again, and if we would confess our sins to God and ask for His forgiveness and turn from those sins and invite Christ by faith into our hearts and into our lives, that God would forgive us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Reverend Franklin Graham, 56, runs the organization his father founded. The fourth of five children born to evangelist Billy Graham and his wife, Ruth Bell Graham, Franklin has been a Christian evangelist and missionary from the age of 23. Since 2000, he has served as CEO, and since 2002 as president, of Billy Graham Evangelistic Association. His father, one of most celebrated and well-loved preachers in American history, has counseled U.S. presidents from Harry Truman to George W. Bush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7345759641451191890?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7345759641451191890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7345759641451191890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7345759641451191890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7345759641451191890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessed-fathers-day.html' title='Blessed Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SFU3-wS9VgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zqSVm786sRs/s72-c/Billy+Graham.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-511808259102885933</id><published>2008-06-01T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:37:06.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 14</title><content type='html'>My baby is 14 weeks old now, that's about 3 and 1/2 months. My belly is already showing and i can't wear any of my current clothes especially pants, anymore. Moving on to maternity wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sickness and indigestion that i was sufferring has all gone. Praise the Lord. I can eat normally again. I actually love being pregnant now. Watching my belly grow is just amazing. Baby's healthy, that's the most important thing right now. By the next check-up, i should be able to know if junior is a boy or a girl, if junior isn't shy (looking forward to the shopping actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's junior at 14 weeks. If you look carefully, you can see his/her nose and mouth already. Junior was very still and quiet during this scan, but because i wanted to see some movement, the doctor disturb him/her and i think he/she was kinda mad (we were disturbing his/her nap, i guess) because he/she just swatted his/her hands and legs. And then junior went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206904125939745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SEKjtxYngfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aHMCUqVUW3A/s400/P6010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-511808259102885933?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/511808259102885933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=511808259102885933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/511808259102885933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/511808259102885933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-14.html' title='Week 14'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SEKjtxYngfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aHMCUqVUW3A/s72-c/P6010013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-8141818169018174596</id><published>2008-05-31T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:23:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your priority?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Given this question: what would be your order of priority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Career / Studies&lt;br /&gt;2. Ministry&lt;br /&gt;3. God&lt;br /&gt;4. Family&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;7. Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’ll be:-&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Career&lt;br /&gt;4. Ministry&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;7. Others (if i know what they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, not everyone will agree with me. Some would say career first before family. Some would say ministry first before family. Some would even say friends first. And usually those who say God first and family second when but you look at their daily lives and you don't see it in that order, they're just living in denial... or i could say, they're dreaming that they're living in the order that they said they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ask them this question - how much time do you spend with God or with your family? Not counting dinner time (if you guys eat together as a family) and sleeping with your spouse. Come on, sleeping with your spouse is counted as spending time together?! Sheessshhhh..... How much time, do you spend talking and communicating? How much do you know about your family - what are their current likes and dislikes and etc? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How much of time do you spend doing your devotion? How much of time do you spend praying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let them think for awhile. Deep down, you're hoping it will dawn upon them but of course some thick headed ego-ist ones, will still think that they are right in whatever they are currently doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s lifestyle and age, it’s rather sad to see God and family being not being placed first in order of priority. I guess media and of course our lifestyle (which we need to compete to upkeep with the latest trend) totally changes this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got married, I’ve began to realize how important God and family are to me. That’s why since having this life growing inside me, I’ve begun to cherish and appreciate every second I have with my mum and my dad. I realized that it’s not as easy as ABC. And having a support is really important. Mum and dad and been my greatest support. Even my parents in law are great support. They really took care of me. They’re God send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for sending me these angels (in the form of parents). They rock better than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-8141818169018174596?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8141818169018174596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=8141818169018174596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8141818169018174596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8141818169018174596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-your-priority.html' title='What&apos;s your priority?'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5425208257703030751</id><published>2008-04-29T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:45:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At 9 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Went for my 3rd prenatal checkup. There were lots of worries and definitely lots of anxiety inside me. Wondering is the fibroid has grown or not. Is the baby still alive and well? There were lots of questions popping through my head before the checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to give thanks for the few people who have been praying for me and keeping me in their prayer. They are Pastor Ronald Teo, Pastor Mike Kuna, Cheryl, Jacqueline, my mum and dad, most definitely my husband and also I want to thank Aunty Helen (Alex Tio’s mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good because He send these beautiful people to comfort me last week both in prayer and also in advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said my baby is very healthy. He/she looks more like a baby now, cause I can see the hands and the legs and of course the heartbeat. And junior was moving his/her hands and legs (likekungfu). I nearly teared with joy because it's so amazing seeing something so alive living inside me. God indeed is an amazing God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Doc also said not to worry about the fibroid. Most importantly, the baby is healthy and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s 9 weeks old junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194675068478153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SBcxc8Q34VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FYKsqhv4hu0/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5425208257703030751?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5425208257703030751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5425208257703030751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5425208257703030751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5425208257703030751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-9-weeks.html' title='At 9 weeks'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SBcxc8Q34VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FYKsqhv4hu0/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-1499062715830158268</id><published>2008-04-19T01:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:24:09.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok - 3 April 2008 - 6 April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been more than 3 weeks since our trip to Bangkok. Just haven't got the time to upload the photos and there's way too many photos that we took. So I picked out a few for your viewing pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here goes.... some of the photos taken at our family trip to Bangkok. With the start of my morning sickness, I didn't really enjoy myself plus, it was the hottest month of the year in Thailand. Nearly had a sun stroke.... I've never been so afraid of the sun in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjWZDaJsfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s-QWe1Vy9wA/s1600-h/tony+fernandez.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190634296444563954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjWZDaJsfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s-QWe1Vy9wA/s320/tony+fernandez.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who did we meet on our way to Bangkok?! He's one of the nicest person I've ever met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190635340121616898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjXVzaJsgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aqpEzZk4JDc/s320/mum+n+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My mum and dad at the Thai Village in Rose Garden. Dad bought that hat for 150 baht!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190636100330828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjYCDaJshI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FLE-uCJOkh0/s320/floating+market.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum and I having our brunch on the boat at the floating market.... It was an experience that everyone must try when they go to Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191342586999821586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtak_V7VRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vaHxL3JL6Mo/s320/kyew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kwang Yew monkeying with the elephant made out of teak wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343424518444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtbVvV7VSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Fpo6W1Rg158/s320/plastic+fruits.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So real and so juicy! Even real ones don't look so appetizing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343944209487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtbz_V7VTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DNVXKbh0zZo/s320/adrian.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Adrian's turn to clown with elephant. He's trying to blind it.... Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191344859037521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtcpPV7VUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mZ4aEMKxJkQ/s320/mum,+may+lai+n+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't resist biting into the apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191345228404708690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtc-vV7VVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6eT8anZlwVc/s320/fritz+n+i+in+tuk+tuk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fritz and I in the tuk-tuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191345825405162850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtdhfV7VWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mNfAOL0GBr4/s320/korean+boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We met this cute little Korean boy on our trip. He's such a joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191346220542154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtd4fV7VXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0pyQ3hfRfzI/s320/paula.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Paula of Amazing Race Asia 2 is SO FAMOUS in Thailand. You see posters of her everywhere! She endorses Canon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191347045175874946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAteofV7VYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-FzRt5hVzns/s320/tuk+tuk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our ride on the tuk-tuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-1499062715830158268?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1499062715830158268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=1499062715830158268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1499062715830158268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1499062715830158268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/bangkok-3-april-2008-6-april-2008.html' title='Bangkok - 3 April 2008 - 6 April 2008'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjWZDaJsfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s-QWe1Vy9wA/s72-c/tony+fernandez.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-1646212410049886759</id><published>2008-04-18T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:16:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrggghhhh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been throwing up the whole morning… I can’t seem to keep my food or my drinks down. It’s terrible, terrible! I'm feeling so bloated these pass few days! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My head feels heavy all the time, i have no mood for anything now, i just want to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, when is this torment going to be over??? Arrgghhhh.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-1646212410049886759?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1646212410049886759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=1646212410049886759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1646212410049886759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1646212410049886759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrggghhhh.html' title='Arrggghhhh!!!!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4634633475528435830</id><published>2008-04-10T23:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:55:16.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of morning sickness and round the clock hunger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess most of you already know that I’m pregnant and my baby is 7 weeks now. Morning sickness is what I battle through everyday from morning til night and I’m constantly hungry. So the moment I feel hungry, it’s an alarm or warning to start filling my stomach or I will be nauseated which will be followed by a bout of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not fed. Baby just can’t wait, huh? Like this morning, at 7am, i was feeling hungry and i had to pacify the little one (even in the womb!), please let mummy sleep a little longer. I'll feed you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that this is my stomach which i think i can still take control off but i think when junior comes into this world and starts crying, there's no way junior will allow me back to sleep until he/she's being fed.... Wow! The joy of motherhood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my very first medical check-up 2 weeks ago and doctor detected a fibroid (a growth in the womb) which is about 5cm x 5cm. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had this fibroid since 3 years ago and I completely forgot about it until that check-up. However, I was told by doc that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mustn&lt;/span&gt;’t be doing any heavy duty job and definitely no heavy exercise or walking up and down staircases frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_42epWzn4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ea-8GDV705U/s1600-h/5+Weeks.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187643720902877058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_42epWzn4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ea-8GDV705U/s400/5+Weeks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at 5 Weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; medical check-up was today and my baby is growing at a healthy rate. Thank you, Lord Jesus. But my fibroid has grown too – 6cm x 7cm and I am told to be even more careful and to take extra precaution. However I &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a very good doctor and he just practically shares everything of what I need to know about my body, my baby and my fibroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this check-up is to see the head and the heartbeat. It’s so tiny but it was a feeling that I can’t describe. It’s beyond happiness to see a life growing inside. It was beautiful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyew&lt;/span&gt; was hilarious, to him, “So tiny, can’t see anything”. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t stop smiling because in the 1st ultrasound, it was just a black spot, but in this 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, I could see a tiny body (looks like the tiny baby kangaroo – refer to the picture slide show of Singapore zoo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_427pWzn5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0w6fuDi7kKY/s1600-h/7+Weeks.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187644219119083410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_427pWzn5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0w6fuDi7kKY/s400/7+Weeks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at 7 Weeks&lt;/strong&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/7693823931324150363-4634633475528435830?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4634633475528435830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4634633475528435830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4634633475528435830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4634633475528435830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-morning-sickness-and-round-clock.html' title='Of morning sickness and round the clock hunger'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_42epWzn4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ea-8GDV705U/s72-c/5+Weeks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5295947789728354509</id><published>2008-03-19T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:22:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Cloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s been a real long time… since I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; last updated this blog. So many things happened these pass few weeks but so little time to actually sit down, relax and type something good for your reading pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually stealing some time from my office work… no wait, it’s already after my working hours… so there’s nothing for me to feel guilty about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year have come and gone at my very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; in my new home that I call my own. It was different from our apartment days cause the apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t belong to us. So we put up small deco and even hung the red cloth over our doorpost and most definitely receive comments, which are both positive and negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I noticed that Christian Chinese who made the negative remark seemed to be so Christianized that they have forgotten their background and the Chinese culture. Also, some chose to be ignorant of other Chinese culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;, not many will hang red cloth over their doorpost for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; unless there is a wedding or some prayer thing. However, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; the Chinese hang the red cloth for any joyous occasion – wedding, birthdays and Chinese New Year. It is to show to people who pass by the house that there is a good thing that is happening within the household. So, since I’m a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; Straits-born Chinese, I chose to hang the red cloth, which we call “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;” for the very same significance. When I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; for celebrate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; with my family, we pass by churches that hung the red cloth too. The cloth makes the churches look so welcoming and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered many years ago where Pastor Henry shared about the Chinese hanging red cloths over their doorposts. He said that the red cloth also have a symbolic biblical significance. When God wanted Moses to free the Israelites from the Egyptians, the last wrath that God imposed on the Egyptian was that their 1st born would be killed by the angel of death but the Israelites who painted the 3 parts of the doorpost will be spared from this wrath. This took place during the Passover where the angel passed over the house of the Israelites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been wanting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bloged&lt;/span&gt; about this red cloth story for quite some time and I finally got to. Well, I hope that what I have written here would be an eye opener to the actual significance of the red cloth instead of casting negative remarks, “I thought I’m entering into a Christian home”. As a host, I definitely do feel a little insulted but in my heart, jeer at their ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5295947789728354509?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5295947789728354509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5295947789728354509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5295947789728354509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5295947789728354509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/red-cloth.html' title='The Red Cloth'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7978085394179125982</id><published>2008-01-11T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:02:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>Now for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…. Kwang Yew and I had a really great time. I have a wonderful uncle, aunt and cousins. My cousin sis had to give up her room and she had to sleep with her parents on the floor. I love you Gaynor. This is Bukit Panjang, where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970204394229&amp;amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204394229&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/360287970204394229/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204394229&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/360287970204394229/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kwang Yew and I went to the Singapore Zoo to see happy animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970204396358&amp;amp;site=widget-46.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204396358&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/360287970204396358/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204396358&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/360287970204396358/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We even had Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's!!!! Slurp!!!! Their Chocolate Chip Mint Ice-cream was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it was &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Orchard   Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. Lovely is the word for the Christmas deco. We even had Shrooms (Chicken Burger with Mushroom Sauce by KFC!). Yes guys, we don’t have it here. KFC here very slow and the menu is so pathetic lar….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the notion of people thinking &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is expensive… NOT true. Most of the things there are almost the same price or less, even after S$ x 2.31, it’s still cheap or about the same. Well of course there are some stuff which are more expensive lar but hey, those stuff, I don’t use, so it doesn’t bother me a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970204396886&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204396886&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/360287970204396886/un_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204396886&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/360287970204396886/un_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Haw Par Villa (previously known as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tiger&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Balm&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) on the 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Dec. You guys know this place? The first time when I was there was in 1987, next was in 1995 or 2004. Final visit was the last day of 2007. The place gets more run down each time I went. The place still looks the same to me with all the statues of ancient Chinese folklore and the ever famous 10 Courts of Hell (a good place to bring children to scare them into not sinning… Muahaha!), nothing new was constructed. My uncle told me the place is also haunted… by the account of taxi drivers who passed by there at nights. I didn’t feel a thing when I was there.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had lunch in &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vivo&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, the largest retail mall in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and it faces &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. They even have mini pools at the top floor for children. And did you know that the people in that republic only work ½ day on the 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;? How fortunate! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we were there, there were some rehearsals going on at the top floor for the countdown that night. The place was jam packed! You could see youngsters trying to be there early to get front seats. I even saw a girl carrying a floor mat! Countdown is such a big thing there that Adrian and Choon Hui went there to join in the Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970204400575&amp;amp;site=widget-bf.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204400575&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p1/360287970204400575/un_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970204400575&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p2/360287970204400575/un_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, here are the photos of what we took, from the moment we left Klang to the moment we arrived. Those last few pictures of my watch showing the time, just take the time minus 20 minutes cause my watch is 20 minutes faster. I was bored waiting for the substitute bus and I decided to do something…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7978085394179125982?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7978085394179125982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7978085394179125982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7978085394179125982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7978085394179125982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5178684793967595097</id><published>2008-01-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:03:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s it like to start a great new year of 2008?... I don’t know. Don’t know how to answer that question because mine accelerated and hit the curb.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of January 2008, on the way back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, our bus had a break problem and we had to pull over at Seremban highway. That was about 9pm (of which following the schedule, we should reach home by about 10.30pm).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We waited until 1.30am for a substitute bus to come pick us up! 4½ of waiting! It was crazy! Nevertheless I still thank God for having us reach home safe and sound and in 1 piece.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It hasn’t been a good week and a good new year for me because I started the year with a lot of frustration and anger and all these happened at work.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I thank God for His strength to pull me through each day and that every end of the day, joy comes back into my life and sustain me for work the next day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also thank God for Kim (who worship led last Sunday morn) and for Pastor Ronald Ooi (who shared). The songs that God chose through Kim and the message that God spoke through Pastor Ron served as a good reminder that in everything we go through especially the sorrow, persecution and frustration, He is our strength. And that we should know that our future’s in His hands.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t know what to make off the next day at work but I now know, no matter what happens, my God will pull me through. My God will make right what is wrong. He’ll turn my mourning into dancing. He’ll trade my sorrow for joy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;True enough, I had a bad day and I was deeply frustrated. But God kept reminding through his worship songs. When I got home, Kwang Yew had a vcd on, it was “Shout To The Lord 2000” and readings the words and watching how Darlene Zschech lead in worship led, just caused me to burst into tears and I know God was touching me at that time. And the song that was played when I entered my house was, &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Stanza#1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I was in need and I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;I was alone and I needed a hand&lt;br /&gt;I was going down but someone rescued me&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chorus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My God cares too much to say&lt;br /&gt;His mercies are new everyday&lt;br /&gt;I get down and prayed&lt;br /&gt;and then help is on its way&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Stanza#2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I walk by faith and not by sight&lt;br /&gt;If things go wrong it’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause someone’s greater&lt;br /&gt;Is watching over me&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bridge&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Now in faith I believe&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve got everything I need&lt;br /&gt;I walk by faith and not by what I see&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got friends in high places&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got someone I can call&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got someone watching over me&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5178684793967595097?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5178684793967595097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5178684793967595097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5178684793967595097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5178684793967595097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-of-2008.html' title='The Start of 2008'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7503958723587868724</id><published>2008-01-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:48:14.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Blessed New Year everyone! May God bring you lots and lots of peace, love, joy and blessings this 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Up next, a new dish i tried before Christmas. I thought it was difficult - gee, silly me, but i wasn't. My first try was for my dad-in-law's thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;2nd more successful try was for David and Jenny's Christmas Party. Here's how it looked like. I wish i had more creativity to make it yummy and presentable, just like how Su Yin (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;http://www.cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;) does to capture her food on photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150892973529777826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R3ul3mtMRqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qgdN4DtOdzs/s200/Potato.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7503958723587868724?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7503958723587868724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7503958723587868724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7503958723587868724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7503958723587868724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R3ul3mtMRqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qgdN4DtOdzs/s72-c/Potato.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-1595252938053089172</id><published>2007-12-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:07:58.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>We're in Singapore now - Kyew and I with my parents. Will be doing our countdown to the 2008 New Year here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-1595252938053089172?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1595252938053089172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=1595252938053089172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1595252938053089172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1595252938053089172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-6760125313175916483</id><published>2007-12-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:28:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas is round the corner! Yeah!!! Kwang Yew and I are really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well at first, we didn't have that "feel", you know what i mean? And then, the thought that we'll be opening our home for the Christmas Harvest Event... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a conversation about us getting the feel of Christmas into our house:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pat: Do you think the house feels kinda not Christmassy without a tree and presents underneath?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KY: Yeah, we'll get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pat: Are you sure? You do know we've been spending a lot on the tv and the house, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KY: Don't worry. Besides, how can we have a Christmas party without a Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pat: Are you sure, sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KY: Yes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;End of story. So we got our very 1st Big Christmas tree last night and we got the ornaments too. Last year, our tree was only a miserable 1 feet tall, but nice enough to decorate a small apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141597046566533874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R1qfRcLLuvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JxNZabKkO80/s200/Christmas+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We'll fill the tree with presents later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok, that's it about the tree. Next mission, fill the house with cheerful songs of wonderful Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, for today, i tried another new chicken recipe, my favourite (from Dominos to TGIF) - Buffalo Wings. Why they call it Buffalo Wings? I don't know. But certainly no cattle was sacrificed for this dish... only poultry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It didn't look anything like Dominos or TGIF but it taste even better than Dominos and TGIF put together.... hahaha..... this is something i can, without a doubt feel unashamed to praise myself. And it's real Hot &amp;amp; Spicy. Ky's lips was puffing up when he savoured his portion of wings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141601539102325506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R1qjW8LLuwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S8DIgQy9I1E/s200/Buffalo+Wings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It looked liked a burned pisang goreng, but it's not. I hope i can make this dish again but i gotta improvise a little... not the ingredients but the equipments - a deep fryer and an oven (hint hint to you, My darling hubby)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-6760125313175916483?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6760125313175916483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=6760125313175916483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/6760125313175916483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/6760125313175916483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R1qfRcLLuvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JxNZabKkO80/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-8487497568466691098</id><published>2007-11-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:16:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provoked?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don and David have been encouraging me to update a new post (“Update you blog lar, Pat.”) and leaving me ideas on my chat box and yet I still couldn’t think about what to blog until I read Don’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I’m posting is completely different from Don’s latest post on ciggys, drugs and Jack Daniels / Carlsberg / Smirnoff aka alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provoke, I name it…. Simply put it, is there anyone who’s been provoking you lately or all the time? If yes, what did you do? Do you keep quiet about it? Do you approach the person and tell him/her off? Do you gossip about it? And then, what happens? Do you let it go? Do you forgive? Do you still talk about it and get all upset even after forgiving and trying to let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not all perfect but we ought to try to be perfect because Jesus called us to. The bible says in Matthew, Jesus instructed his disciple to forgive seventy times seven times. Come on ya’ll… are you gonna start counting how many times you’re gonna be forgiving others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, by the time you reach the fifth, you’ll completely forget how times you’ve forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about speaking ill of the one you dislike (or who you deemed has provoked you dislike aka hate him/her)? Does that account to back-stabbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the reason I’m asking these questions are because I’ve encountered two similar incidents, same gender but different age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, at my workplace – a discussion about another colleague (negative of course) by older men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, another discussion about another brother in cell (duh… negative again) by younger boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee… time sure have change. Women are usually stereotyped to be gossipers and rumour mongler (whatever or however you spell it). But now…. men and boys too! What horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church we speak of unity among brothers and sisters in Christ. The bible teaches to love your neighbour as yourself but this objective will sure be hard to achieve if we can’t control our tongue. Mother use to tell me as I was growing up, “If you have nothing good to say, DON’T say it.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7693823931324150363-8487497568466691098?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8487497568466691098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=8487497568466691098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8487497568466691098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8487497568466691098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/provoked.html' title='Provoked?'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4397064169125730129</id><published>2007-11-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:11:46.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the photos guys... for those who have not been to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130881013897593458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSNGPopgnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6cw2bLcGGAo/s200/My+Home.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My house from the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130881593718178434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSNn_opgoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rxe8kM4oCd4/s200/Living.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where all the fun comes from in cell group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130882031804842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSOBfopgpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/S4Zl_0pgI4Y/s200/Dining.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where the feasting is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130882731884511906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSOqPopgqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JhzncWroRlk/s200/My+Lovely+Messy+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My lovely messy kitchen.... my favourite place in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130883195740979890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSPFPopgrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UYUuwoVTXOo/s200/Those+Cabinets+Are+High.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, the kitchen cabinet is so high! Need a chair lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130884183583457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSP-vopgsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jirkX0xOfO8/s200/Wash+Area.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tempat cuci baju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885154246066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSQ3PopgtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NzyB7GxcgRo/s200/Staircase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you take to go upstairs ya'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885523613254370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSRMvopguI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZiOGdn8mCE8/s200/Lounge.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bean bags are missing here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE MY NEW HOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-4397064169125730129?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4397064169125730129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4397064169125730129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4397064169125730129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4397064169125730129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSNGPopgnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6cw2bLcGGAo/s72-c/My+Home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4672872950388213895</id><published>2007-11-01T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:25:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was watching CSI on AXN last night and as usual, the storyline is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night’s episode is about a group of teenagers headed by an adult to go “fannysmacking” another term for beating up tourist just for the fun of it. It’s like a party to these “kids” to bash up any tourist they come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course they did kill one person (he’s not a tourist but he became a practice tool before they go for the real “fannysmacking”). But inevitably, they can’t escape law and the law caught up with them and nabs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What intrigues me the most, which resulted in my first post for the month of November was the closing statement made by Grissom regarding the children of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t exactly make it out word for word but it has this meaning… The law of the current state provides a principle where they can do and explore whatever they want and have no conscience and get away with it. Soon, it becomes something that they do not feel guilty of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this discussion with KY after the drama because in the US the law protect children under the age of 18 or 16 depending which state. So much so that even if the parent would want to discipline the child for something wrong that he/she did, the parent cannot spank or lay their hands on their child, or else they can be jailed for child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have too much of freedom and protection that children become wild and out of control and thereafter go on the rampage. Sometimes, we question the parent’s ability to bring up good children. Sometimes, we question the children themselves (teenagers especially) because at this age, they should already know how to distinguish right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the statement that Grissom made, questions the constitution and the government. He hit the nail right at the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-4672872950388213895?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4672872950388213895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4672872950388213895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4672872950388213895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4672872950388213895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/csi.html' title='CSI'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5089618943429341422</id><published>2007-10-29T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:09:55.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;It was a trying week for me last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had to snoop and I had to do a sudden spot-check on trucks, then it was 2 days of interrogation to get the truth out for the reason of the stock lost in the last stock take – no one wanted to reveal the mastermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spot-check will caused a big number of staff to lose their job because of our findings and most likely get some of them sentenced to jail but what’s worse, which made me depress was seeing the truck driver, a man cry and pleading because he doesn’t want to go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick in the stomach and I lost sleep, appetite and concentration. I fell into depression. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to be a social outcast. I just wanted to avoid everyone. My heart and spirit was so broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that Dad was admitted to the hospital and when he got out, my dad-in-law went into the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to give thanks to God, my heavenly Father. He never fails to amaze me because He brought the young people into my life, in R2Y cell. God gave me an encounter with Him that night. I never told any of them about what I went through but they prayed, they prayed for the sick, sick physically, sick in the heart, sick emotionally and sick spiritually and I needed that. That very night, God healed me. I was up and about the next morning (yesterday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful thing He did, my petrol ran really really low yesterday morning as I was on the way to work. And I didn’t expect a horrible horrible jam to happen, and it did. I panicked and I panicked real bad because I didn’t want to terribly embarrassed by having to push my car if it choose to stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed, ok, I prayed. I prayed that, “God, you gotta give me a miracle. Don’t let the petrol needle move towards “E”, please. Please help me last ‘til I get to the office and to the petrol station afterwards. Please, a MIRACLE”. I left it in God’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a car with a heated up engine, I nearly panicked but I was more calm and added another note to that list of prayer I did earlier. I reached the office and I managed to get to Petronas (at Tesco) to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God is good with all His miraculous doing. He’s the best Father anyone could ever have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5089618943429341422?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5089618943429341422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5089618943429341422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5089618943429341422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5089618943429341422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4107083254099670587</id><published>2007-10-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:12:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feel Of Moving...</title><content type='html'>I haven't taken proper pics of the house but i sure do have some moving out and helpers photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970201812319&amp;site=widget-5f.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970201812319&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/360287970201812319/ms_t040_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970201812319&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/360287970201812319/ms_t040_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-4107083254099670587?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4107083254099670587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4107083254099670587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4107083254099670587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4107083254099670587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-of-moving.html' title='A Feel Of Moving...'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7965890931448556147</id><published>2007-10-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:30:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Botanic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Announcement! Announcement! We have finally moved to Bandar Botanic! After days of packing we have finally moved ALL of our stuffs here. I have only lived in Prima Bayu for 11 months and i have so much of "barang"! Pengsan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So it's definitely a lot of hard work and determination. It's tiring, but the fruit is good. And we finally have a place to call our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kwang Yew and my appreciation goes out to Mum (Kwang Yew's mother), Ivan, Don and Fritz for helping us with the moving. Mum and Friz helped us wash the house. Ivan and Don had to do the hard labour of lugging the furnitures and cartons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We would also like to thank my Dad and Mum for their support in other areas of our lives with this house. They sponsored alot of "barang-barang"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's really awesome that God brought these people into our lives. Without them, honestly i'll go crazy. So Lord, our utmost gratitude and thanks, praise and honour unto Your name. All glory goes to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I would love to take some pics right now but i don't want to with the house being messy and lots of stuff to un-pack (darn!). So, i'll post up some pics when the house is more presentably looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I gotta chiao now... my eyes gonna close already. Gosh! It's 12.20am! And they (Kyew, Fritz, Don and Ivan) are making the last trip to the apartment to take the last of stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ivan was with us from morning 11am and Don was with us from lunch! Kesian... but no worries, we have the right mind to take them out for HUGE makan. Where ah?... TGIF, Victoria or hmm.... Mamak....? Hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7965890931448556147?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7965890931448556147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7965890931448556147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7965890931448556147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7965890931448556147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-botanic.html' title='Finally! Botanic....'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-8451080498015671182</id><published>2007-10-01T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:26:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic.... so near yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been like waiting for ages to get my own place. And no, the apartment isn’t my place neither is Kyew’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the house and we thought, “Hey! Perfect, pretty soon we’ll move out of the apartment and move into the our very own home – a nice cozy house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it’s definitely too good to be true to have everything running so smoothly. Firstly, with the delay on the contractor’s side. Then, the delay because of the weather and I still haven’t moved in!&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse is that I HATE PACKING!!! Just the thought of it, makes me dizzy. And so far, I’ve only packed my books. I kept procrastinating day after day until I’m quite irritated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, help me to be a little more initiative or even move an inch of my muscle just to start packing or we will all be rushing and I will go crazy rushing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cool cool. Need to side-track a bit. One regret I have about the new house – I’ve forgotten to take a before and after photo of the house. Looks like I can only take a before furnishing and after furnishing photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, you reading this post, better offer yourselves to help your commander and I out, ah… (evil grin…). As promised lar, I will make sure I prepare scrumptious meal for you all lar. A promise is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPSR week, so it’s school holidays, you all free already mah…. Haha….&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/7693823931324150363-8451080498015671182?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8451080498015671182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=8451080498015671182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8451080498015671182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8451080498015671182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/botanic-so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='Botanic.... so near yet so far'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7485024102415521487</id><published>2007-09-18T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:53:27.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ketam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally get to post some pictures on my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ketam&lt;/span&gt; with KY, May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; and Fritz. That's was on the 31st Aug 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this was suppose to be up first before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; trip but hey... still at least got more pictures to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It started off real bad... we got cheated by the boat people (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN &lt;/span&gt;boat people!). They shouted, "We're ready to leave, come quick!" Took our money and made us wait for nearly 1 hour! We were all pissed. So mark the green boats and make sure you don't hop on this boat if you're making a trip to Pulau Ketam or you'll be sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And when we got there... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;island&lt;/span&gt; was extremely extremely &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We manage to walk the island, from end to end in an hour. And we had to crack our head on what to do to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, this trip was all about waiting and waiting cause we also had to wait for about an hour before we can get a table to lunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing to see there and the whole island is a dump ground, despite having an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; Flora dump area at one corner of the island.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All i know is that, whoever wants to go there, just make it a one time trip for experience and don't expect anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970200959224&amp;amp;site=widget-f8.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200959224&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p1/360287970200959224/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200959224&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p2/360287970200959224/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7693823931324150363-7485024102415521487?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7485024102415521487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7485024102415521487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7485024102415521487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7485024102415521487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/pulau-ketam.html' title='Pulau Ketam'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7233777089975458524</id><published>2007-09-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:02:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th September 2007 - Melaka</title><content type='html'>I've not posted anything in a long long time. Gotten a bit malas already. So since i went to Melaka with a bunch of crazy girls, here are some of the photos for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got the 1st day photos. My cam batt "dieded" the next day. Thank God for Ky Lie's. In a way we kinda took turns lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970200876193&amp;site=widget-a1.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970200876193&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p1/360287970200876193/lt_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970200876193&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p2/360287970200876193/lt_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7693823931324150363-7233777089975458524?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7233777089975458524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7233777089975458524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7233777089975458524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7233777089975458524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/8th-september-2007-melaka.html' title='8th September 2007 - Melaka'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5309984760475116286</id><published>2007-08-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:19:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thoroughly going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; Petra’s website (Malaysia Today) and had a good read on a few of his blogs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I read were rather amusing, nevertheless a good read. Most were exactly what I had in mind with regards to the so call justice and fairness that are being served in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some articles nearly brought me to tears, not because his articles was sentimental or heart warming but because I became even more disappointed with the country that I was born and grew up in. I became even more disappointed that truth has been reveal – there is no fairness and no justice (which is rather contradicting to what all these years our government had been telling us – unity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts more is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; Petra spilled the beans that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Penyokong&lt;/span&gt; Maya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Umno&lt;/span&gt; was using the name of Christianity as a mean of hurling insults at him. They have liken Christianity to be something terrible and worse than a crime. What hurts me was that nothing was done about it. What hurts me is that, we cannot say anything bad about Islam unless we want to get thrown in jail but we have to allow these freaks to lash out everything against other beliefs. Police report can be made against those who question Islam or insult Islam and they can be nabbed and jailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the justice? Where is the fairness? Where is this so called “Malaysian Truly Asia”, “Malaysia, a peaceful and harmonious country” and “Malaysia is a warm and friendly country”? Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been on this earth 27 years and I hear all the good stuff about this country. I love this country so much that I know I want to grow old and even be buried here. But racism is every area possible sickens me so much that given the choice, I do not want my children to live in this country. There is no place for non-Malays in this country, there is no future here for the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much when the truth is reveal so much. It hurts even more when you know that no matter what, as a Christian, we have to pray for this country. We have to pray for this nation. We have to bless our leaders (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they are so corrupted and they are the ones who said we must irregardless of race unite but on the other hand brandishing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;keris&lt;/span&gt; and say that they will bathe in the blood of the Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is truly a test – submit to those whom God has placed above you. Submission no matter what the cost and no matter how the pain. But remember to always make a stand if there’s anyone, trying to be funny with your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;For the coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; Day – our 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; actually, I just wanna share with you a song by Don Harris and Marti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nystrom&lt;/span&gt; (1995). A song of prayer for our nation. I remember leading this song many many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia, my best wishes to you. Happy 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Independence Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101466718996851586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RswM88NI64I/AAAAAAAAAFk/It4t6SOlYsk/s200/merdeka.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The eyes of the Father&lt;br /&gt;Runs to and fro&lt;br /&gt;He’s searching the earth&lt;br /&gt;He’s looking for those&lt;br /&gt;Who makes intercession&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of their nation&lt;br /&gt;Those who will rise and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of our land&lt;br /&gt;We’ll stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of our land&lt;br /&gt;Down on our knees&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make a stand&lt;br /&gt;And there intercede&lt;br /&gt;For our land&lt;br /&gt;We’ll pray for the needs&lt;br /&gt;Of our land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5309984760475116286?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5309984760475116286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5309984760475116286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5309984760475116286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5309984760475116286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RswM88NI64I/AAAAAAAAAFk/It4t6SOlYsk/s72-c/merdeka.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4106651296069562376</id><published>2007-08-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:47:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guys, it's the school hols now. Interested in making some $$$. I need people to scrape my house walls and thereafter paint it. Haven't got the paint but can start scraping first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be paying RM50.00 per person and a scrumptious dinner for all you painters. Interested? Call KY (012-2310357) or myself (012-3591615), yar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-4106651296069562376?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4106651296069562376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4106651296069562376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4106651296069562376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4106651296069562376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/painters.html' title='Painters?'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-344321932262298009</id><published>2007-08-02T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:22:44.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSED BIRTHDAY BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank you for being a wonderful hubby that you are. You are God-sent. Hope you enjoyed last night's cake and fellowship. Well..... you better. I suffered in silence throughout the day, trying to hide this from you and to give you a good surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Haha.... Love you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-20.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-20.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970200186400&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200186400&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-20.slide.com/p1/360287970200186400/be_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970200186400&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-20.slide.com/p2/360287970200186400/be_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/7693823931324150363-344321932262298009?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/344321932262298009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=344321932262298009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/344321932262298009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/344321932262298009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/blessed-birthday-baby.html' title='BLESSED BIRTHDAY BABY!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-3108021508200175652</id><published>2007-07-31T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:28:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS CHERYL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, after weeks and months of planning, my best friend is now married to my ex-classmate. Cheryl Shamala Ganesan weds David Ng Kok Keong on 28th July 2007. They were legally married on 7th July 2007 (07/07/07). See the significance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day, my most stressful moment (Cheryl shares the same sentiment too) was the bridal procession. Why you have to choose song with timing, I also don’t understand (speaking to you Cheryl)… Hahaha…. But all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JESUS! I nearly died of heart attack ok…. Broke into cold sweat some more. With the HUGE walkie talkie (as though I was head bouncer)…. Just to make my best friend’s wedding perfect. It wasn’t all that perfect but the most important thing, Cheryl and David had a wonderful and memorable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna walk down the aisle again, dear? Let me know when you get back from your honeymoon,ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, congratulations my dear. I’m so happy for you. And thank you for giving me this honour. Love you heaps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970200161022&amp;site=widget-fe.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200161022&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p1/360287970200161022/un_t048_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970200161022&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p2/360287970200161022/un_t048_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7693823931324150363-3108021508200175652?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3108021508200175652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=3108021508200175652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3108021508200175652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3108021508200175652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations-cheryl.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS CHERYL!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4379668512376363766</id><published>2007-07-31T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:50:52.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILD NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A night of fun and laughter – Cheryl’s Hen’s Night. Why Hen’s Night? Good question. I don’t know where that came about. Was so use to the word Bridal Shower until my wedding last year and Cheryl introduced the word Hen’s Night to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out about the origin from the net. Here’s what they got to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Night Out for the Bride to Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once only a man’s domain, known as the stag party, the “hen’s night out” has become an important part of the modern wedding for women. It is a celebration of the last night, as a single person, for the bride-to-be and of the friendships she found during those years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who to invite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Normally the hen’s night out is for a younger crowd, keeping the shower tea for the older generations. This night is a celebration of friendship. Remembering all the good times they’ve had together - perhaps meeting at school, going through their teenage years, then growing into woman together and now, looking towards raising their families together. The bride-to-be’s sisters and female family members will also be important to her on this night as she may be leaving the family nest for the first time after her wedding night. Also, workmates play a huge role in the bride’s life, don’t forget them. The bride will want everyone there. The hen’s night out is like the end of an era!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Matron-of-Honour or the Bridesmaid’s will organise the hen’s night out. They are to gather a list of the bride’s friend, then find a suitable venue that the bride will enjoy. Remember, it’s her night! They send out the invitations, await responses, collect money from the guests and pay any deposits needed. The bride need not worry with any of the details and just enjoy her hen’s night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Planning a memorable night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This all depends on good organisation. Trying to find the perfect venue can be a hard job but if you always keep in sight what the bride-to-be would like, you will never go wrong. Arrange transport to and from any venues, this way everyone is kept in a group. Throw in a few fun but embarrassing games for the hen…how about her having to kiss any bald man that she sees through-out the night, on the top of his head (don’t forget the bright red lipstick and the camera).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Places to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is no lack of venues to choose from. Anything your bride would want to do is available to her. Maybe a theatre restaurant, a comedy night, a cruise, a male revue, a mystery night out or a ghost tour. How about a day at the races, a winery tour, a pampering cruise. For the adventurous bride there is skirmish, jet-boating, kayaking or sand-duning. The ideas are limitless, imagination is the key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it at Neway Karaoke Box, 1 Utama on 26th July 2007. The theme was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tell everything. Have fun viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-da.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970200160474&amp;site=widget-da.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200160474&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p1/360287970200160474/un_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970200160474&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p2/360287970200160474/un_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/7693823931324150363-4379668512376363766?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4379668512376363766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4379668512376363766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4379668512376363766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4379668512376363766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/wild-night.html' title='WILD NIGHT'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4809561574365655168</id><published>2007-07-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:40:32.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An interesting read on the front page of today’s Star Newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2007/7/23/nation/18377677&amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2007/7/23/nation/18377677&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my personal share of experience with regards to “discovering” sanitary pad in toilet bowls and also back in 1999 – found 1 rolled up (used) slipped in between the spaces at the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the teacher being punish for the students’ non-civic attitude? They were repeated warned beforehand and when the punishment was carried, PTAs come to their rescue. So when will these girls learned to be more responsible and more civic minded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they thought at home that it’s ok to thrown their sanitary pads into their own house toilet bowl? I believe not… I bet their mothers will be screaming their lungs out if they were caught doing it. But then again, if they have maids at home, then the maids will have to use their hands to remove the sanitary pad and the dispose it on behalf on these “princesses”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee… to think that in this century people to be more civic conscious. Looks like we’re going back to medieval times or maybe going back as far as the Stone Age???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-4809561574365655168?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4809561574365655168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4809561574365655168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4809561574365655168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4809561574365655168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/interesting-read-on-front-page-of.html' title='Clogged'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-2413189739615990203</id><published>2007-07-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:33:19.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anakku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our pictures of at Sakae Sushi on 17th July 2007, with ex-Anakku colleagues except for Crystal and Claude, who’s still serving a sentence with the company… Har Har…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229433851706738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RqQgs233_XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ewfHYxsJS5M/s200/Sakae+Sushi+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229652895038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RqQg5m33_YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vQvHoRm2DLI/s200/Sakae+Sushi+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Billy, you lose SO MUCH of weight!!! How did you do it? You’re half your previous size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claude, I miss you SO MUCH!!! We must never never loose touch with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Crystal, you look so hip now! I could see that you’ve grown to be more matured than when you first joined the company. Good progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bee Leng, you’re still the same size! So stop saying that you’ve put on weight! I love you still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last but not least, Sue Ting, CONGRATULATIONS!!! Enough said, we know what’s it about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muax to all of you! Let’s do this more often.&lt;/strong&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/7693823931324150363-2413189739615990203?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2413189739615990203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=2413189739615990203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2413189739615990203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2413189739615990203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/anakku.html' title='Anakku'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RqQgs233_XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ewfHYxsJS5M/s72-c/Sakae+Sushi+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-3944564051672344291</id><published>2007-07-19T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:10:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Came across this article online and boy, it made me realise that exactly how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stop setting alarms on my biological clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19762056/site/newsweek/from/ET/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19762056/site/newsweek/from/ET/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever since i got married, I've just been flooded by the "When are you going to be a mummy?", "Are you pregnant? or "When ah?" questions. Sometimes i just feel i need to tape my answer, "I'm still in a honeymoon phase and so not ready yet for a baby." on a recorder and play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And of course when you give them this answer, they'll always have something to retaliate, "Don't wait too long. You're not getting younger".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gee! Thanks for asking but no thanks. Thanks for your "thoughtfulness", though i may not really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tend to agree with the author of this article, sometimes it is those mothers who have "Tarzan" or "Conan" or "devil" children that makes me decide to have my 1st child later. Maybe teach theirs kids some manners or two before poking into mine of whether I'm having a baby or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's most definitely tiring seeing their children not behaving and having their way each time. It's tiring and frustrating to hear parents say, "Let them be" or "What to do?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good grief! Let the children do what they want without restraint, therefore Parents, my message to you, "You'll regret later in life. When they grow older and become rebellious, don't question them, 'Why are you so rebellious?' Cause it's your own fault, they are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, that's they're choice how they want to bring up their own children. Not for me to impose and not for them to impose on me, how I'll bring up mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just keep those dreaded questions to yourself. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-3944564051672344291?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3944564051672344291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=3944564051672344291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3944564051672344291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3944564051672344291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-3375894250643149982</id><published>2007-07-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:42:05.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The “F’ Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you think when you read the “F” word on a comment or article or even a blog? Is the “F” word really that foul kinda word or it stands for “Fun”, “Free”, “Ferocious” and etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I immediately thought of it as the foul word (which is also a verb – word the describe an action). Many will say, “Aiyah…. Patrina so dirty, only think of these things”. Am I really dirty to have thought that people are really using this particular word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, I hear this word. In college, at work and I even read this word on articles in the newspaper (which they camouflage as “F**k”) and I read them on blogs (which was blatantly showcased) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a cool or an in-thing to swear? Because it seems to me, it is. Where is the decorum that ladies use to display? Down the drain perhaps. Who’s to blame for people using foul languages and swearing? It’s been there for so many years now, so it’s common, I would say. Rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just an excuse to look cool and trendy but what these people don’t realize, the image they are portraying. To me, the image I see – when they open their mouths, flies and excrements flow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What breaks me is also children as young as four can swear very well too. Where to they learn from if not from their parents or adults around them. I remember very well not long after I got married, I was having dinner with KY at Bayu Emas Restaurant and next to our table was a family. They looked like such a loving family and the children (a boy and a girl) probably age 3-4, are just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the father’s phone rang, and the next thing that happen, there was shouting and banging of the table. He must be scolding someone on the other line. In between his shouting, the words he use – Oh My Goodness!!! Swearing vulgarity at every line in Hokkien. Words not fit for a child’s hearing. I feel for the children and deep in my heart I know the children will grow up thinking that vulgarity is acceptable is their speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke and I said a quick prayer that God will watch over them and not be like their father in speech and action. Let’s hope they will grow up as I prayed for them to be.&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/7693823931324150363-3375894250643149982?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3375894250643149982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=3375894250643149982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3375894250643149982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3375894250643149982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/f-word.html' title='The “F’ Word'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7751902185813047571</id><published>2007-07-12T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:06:49.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is America thinking???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;I was reading this article online about Tori Spelling (from Beverly Hills 90210) being ordained a minister and that she got her certificate online. She can marry people now (like how Ps Ronald Ooi married KY and I). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=268421&amp;GT1=7703"&gt;http://tv.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=268421&amp;amp;GT1=7703&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that article, the 1st couple she marry were gays (not the feeling, gay but the homosexual, gay) and how honoured she was to marry them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, what is the world coming to nowadays? Pastors can become gay, priest can become gay, nun can become lesbian and the list goes on. What has happen to the Word? What happen to Basic of Life and the base of our faith depends on the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when there’s too much of human rights and too much of freedom of speech. So much so that a child can sue or even divorce his own parents! People has forgotten about the reason for Noah’s Ark or the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. It’s sad that society nowadays accept homosexuality as a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I have nothing against homosexuals – I have friends who are homosexuals and I care for them alot. I’m just questioning the lifestyle. Many say that it’s inborn - male in a female’s body and vice versa. To some, it’s a choice. I know that there is help and it’s non other than our Heavenly Father above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly if inborn, there’s help. If it’s choice – MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE!!! God didn’t create Adam and Steve or Shannon and Eve. God created Adam and Eve and let’s leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What irks me more, is that gay churches can quote scripture!!! Wah lau eh!!! What are they thinking? You know the best part – the nearest gay church to us, is located in Singapore run by a pastor couple who is are not gay (real husband and wife) but pro-gay lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when Ps Henry mentioned that the child who the gay couple adopts will be confused as to who is the mommy or who is the daddy? How do you call them? Who plays which role? Sigh…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7751902185813047571?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7751902185813047571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7751902185813047571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7751902185813047571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7751902185813047571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-america-thinking.html' title='What is America thinking???'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-3788726525163286475</id><published>2007-07-06T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:01:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the benefit of those who missed Tuesday and Wednesday night’s prayer meeting, I’m blogging the message here below. Do thank Kwang Yew for the notes, cause it was he who diligently wrote the notes and gave me the permission to publish it. Love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season of Harvest (Why?) by Bishop Margaret Benson-Idahosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 10:5 - He who gathers crops in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Harvest is very, very important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Harvest is done in the day time – I must work the work of Him who sent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 9:4 – As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Harvest is already here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 9:37-38 – Then He said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore to send out workers into His harvest field.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Harvest time is NOT for sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Harvest involves everyone in the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Harvest should not be postponed. The time is now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Harvest requires labourers because it does not waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. A true labourer is not a waster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. A true labourer has the interest of the farmer at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. A true labourer must be patient with the fruits of his labour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;11. Everyone must be committed to the harvest because we are called and we are ordained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 15:16 – You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit that will last. Then the Father will give your whatever you ask in my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12. Look forward to the great harvest before you (Lift up your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 6:38 – Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, press down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For the measure you use, it will be measured to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seed + Time = HARVEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13. Your seed is your designated path of your harvest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;14. A harvester is an obedient man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark 16: 15-20 – He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, he was taken up into heaven and he sat at the right hand of God. Then the disciples went out and preached everywhere, and the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signs that accompanied it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Whoever that who believes, He gave them POWER.&lt;br /&gt;God does not call the qualified, He qualified the call!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perseverance In Prayer by one of the team members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Luke 18:1 – Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should pray and not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. What is the relevance of perseverance to harvest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The meaning of “Perseverance” is waiting in pain, in discomfort and in discouragement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ø Those who wait in perseverance wait with EXPECTATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There are different season of harvest and different people have their own different season of harvest. We wait until the crop ripens and as we wait we discover that we need strength. One source of strength – PRAYER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ø In prayer we connect with heaven and thus we are comforted and strengthen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If we don’t pray, we will fall and we will faint before our harvest comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ø We pray for more labourers to harvest the crops, we NEED more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø When we are persevering in prayer, we are watching over our crops, watching over our harvest, that it will not be destroyed and our toil goes to waste. (as in Judges 6, the people toil over their land and when harvest comes the enemies attack, plundered and destroy their harvest – with which God called Gideon into action)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Who is to persevere? Who is being addressed? ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Depending on what we sow, WE have to persevere for the seed to germinate and grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ø The “who” are those who know their God - “They that know their God, they will be strong and do exploits”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Those who are burden carriers – because they want change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø They are those who resolve for the power of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Those who read/understand the books of God – READ YOUR BIBLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø The wailing women – those who cries out unto Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Why is it necessary to persevere in prayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ø The enemy has no power to catch us but he has the plan to insert doubt in our mind. He is a hinderer. (read the book of Daniel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø We have issues (which is our doubts). God wants us to change and solve this issue. He wants us to grow, to mature and therefore He gives us time. He will not allow anyone to perish. He gives us time and room that anyone who goes to Him, He gives, and those who don’t they perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-3788726525163286475?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3788726525163286475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=3788726525163286475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3788726525163286475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3788726525163286475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayer-meetings.html' title='Prayer Meetings'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-1427635979351240617</id><published>2007-07-03T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:56:23.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 YOUNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I was watching a second half of this movie acted by Jaycee Chan (son of Jackie Chan) and Eric Tsang about pre-marital sex and teen pregnancy yesterday and I never regretted watching it (at least I have something to blog about now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;From this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Ron_LQfBs1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Xg-IdSSz88/s1600-h/2+Young+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082874223333061458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Ron_LQfBs1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Xg-IdSSz88/s200/2+Young+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;As I was watching the movie, a thought came to my mind that the statistics of teen pregnancy and pre-marital sex have been growing more and more. It saddens me even more when I watch a show and even read in the papers that being a virgin is now a taboo in our society these days. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Ron_iQfBs2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/12NPS6bVUhk/s1600-h/2+Young.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082874618470052706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Ron_iQfBs2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/12NPS6bVUhk/s200/2+Young.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, an Islamic country or a country when religion plays an important role in every person’s life and that abstinence is always thought in church, in the religious classes and also in the mosque, is now not being heeded by the people living in this modernized country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s happening and why? The moral decay in our society is getting deeper and are we doing anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Think about it, at the age of 16, 17, how about even at the age of 24, are we ready to have children? I’m 27 and I am still not ready to have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of God says that when a man and woman come together, they are one. God also speaks of having pre-marital sex is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must realize that every action comes with a reaction. When one practices sex out of marriage (pre-marital sex and adultery), there will always be consequences – unplanned pregnancy, which may or may not lead to abortion, AIDS, gonorrhea, syphilis and many more). Even if a person escapes from these consequences, one thing that they cannot escape – upon marriage (the moment they say I do), warfare against marriage launch by the enemy will start in the spiritual realm and that’s when other consequences will come up – arguments, fights, spousal abuse, misunderstandings and many more leading to divorces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistic has shown that 90% of divorce cases have a history where either or both spouses practiced pre-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has also happened to standing up for our virginity? Is the current trend and pressure from society too strong that we are so weak to say no to pre-marital sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stop interceding for our people, especially our young people when the influence of the media – movies, music and MTVs are all around us. Spread the Word of God. Pray and stand in the gap on behalf of our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What best time than to do it this week since Bishop Margaret Idahosa and team are here. The meeting is on everyday starting today. Cancel the curse that the devil has put on our lives. Break the enemy’s stronghold on our families and friends. Claim back ALL that the devil has stolen from us and announce outpouring of blessings from God upon our future generation and ourselves.&lt;/span&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/7693823931324150363-1427635979351240617?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1427635979351240617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=1427635979351240617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1427635979351240617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/1427635979351240617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-young.html' title='2 YOUNG'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Ron_LQfBs1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0Xg-IdSSz88/s72-c/2+Young+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-4616785273017367421</id><published>2007-06-28T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:08:58.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING WONDERS AND MICKEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a week since i got back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. Had a wonderful trip there. Didn't have a computer at home, so had to slowly slowly at my on free time to upload photos and drafting my account of the trip. Read on and enjoy. Hope it'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entice&lt;/span&gt; you to make a trip there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1: 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2007, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Woke up really early in the morning cause the van that was picking us up were to arrive at 7am! Said goodbye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kwang&lt;/span&gt; Yew and off we were to the airport. Thought I’d catch up on my sleep on the way there but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t able to sleep. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t excited, was rather dreading it because the itinerary was lousy (so I thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in, ate breakfast at McDonald and off into the plane. 3 ½ hours journey, watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;: New York and Living with Fran (as in Fran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dresher&lt;/span&gt; in The Nanny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong International Airport at 12.20pm, go through the Immigration Counter (queue was really really long – filled with Koreans and Japanese), get our bags scanned and looked out for the tourist guide. We found Benny finally. A medium size, tanned skinned, bespectacled guy at the age of 48 (and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t look at all 48, more like 35).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop – Benny dropped us off at our hotel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dorsett&lt;/span&gt; Far East Hotel at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tsuen&lt;/span&gt; Wan. While we’re on the way, he spoke about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong and the lifestyle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hongkies&lt;/span&gt;. He stated the difference between Malaysian Chinese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong Chinese. All these he spoke in Cantonese (of which my dad and aunt could not catch). Benny on the other hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t very good in English, which is rather hilarious when he tried his hands at a little English. So dad and him was like chicken and duck talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 1st day was Free and Easy, he suggested taking us on a night tour but it will cost an additional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HKD&lt;/span&gt;390. Places covered, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; Kai (Ladies Market), Roast Goose Dinner, Victoria Peak, Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tussaud&lt;/span&gt; and Arena of Stars (Victoria Harbour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some G2000 shopping (they have Father’s Day Sale. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!) and tried “Chow Tau Foo” (Smelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bean Curd&lt;/span&gt;). The Chow Tau Foo did not at all taste like how it smells. It’s quite good except for the funny after taste in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed for the famous “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ngor&lt;/span&gt;” (Roast Goose) dinner. Was the restaurant called Foo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; Fisherman’s Wharf Restaurant or Pleasant Palace Seafood Restaurant? I don’t know. But what a spread of food! Boy oh boy…. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; and China is all about pork, duck, duck and more pork. Really really fatty ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner – took the Peak tram, 10 minutes up to Victoria Peak. 1st view – Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tussaud&lt;/span&gt;. More photos taken here. Then, it was viewing the whole of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;, including Kowloon (mainland).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next and final stop for the night – Arena of Stars, where most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; stars have their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt; on the side walk (similar to Walk of Fame thingy). Benny said this place is also called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Mau&lt;/span&gt; Kai (Courtesy Street) because many people as they walk, will bow their heads (to have a look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-99.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-99.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970199636889&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199636889&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p1/360287970199636889/be_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199636889&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p2/360287970199636889/be_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2: 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2007, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Had dim sum for breakfast (a must try when you’re in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;). Delicious delicious char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt;. Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop – Golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bauhinia&lt;/span&gt; Square located right in front of my favourite building (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; Exhibition and Convention Centre aka The Turtle Building where they film Police Story 4). Snap! Snap! Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Jewellery Factory, Jackie Chan’s, man. Nothing for me to buy here. Just watch the men working on a diamond ring. Mum of course will have something to buy here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. She bought an Opal (her birthstone) pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Repulse Bay, where most of the rich and famous live, including Jackie Chan and Chow Sing Chi. Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;putih&lt;/span&gt; expats live here too, cause they love the sea. There’s a temple here with many deities (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kuan&lt;/span&gt; Yin and Buddha). Benny said something about touching the statue of the deities to get your wishes. I played along touching a deity with little children around him. If you want a daughter, touch the girl. If you want a son, touch the boy. If you want twins, touch 2 children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what did I touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberdeen Fishing Village is next – nothing much to see (I find it a little boring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Victoria Peak but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mid level&lt;/span&gt; only. Just to view &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; by day and snap more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next-up, Herbs Shop. The older people (I’m not in the list of older people) bought scallops, Oyster flesh (from Japan. The Japanese takes the pearl and sells the meat to the Chinese). I found the most expensive ginseng here – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;$2.3 million! Crazy! And the ginseng looked like a twig, that’s all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our tour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; ends. We have to take the train from Hung Hum Station to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;. This was where the nightmare began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older group (Mum, Dad, Mum-in-law and Second Aunt, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Jee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Chim&lt;/span&gt;) got separated from us younger ones (May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt;, Adrian, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Choon&lt;/span&gt; Hui and I). They took the first train (cause the door closed on us before we could get in) and we younger ones hopped onto the next train (only 15 minutes apart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived at the last stop, we immediately went straight to immigration and headed straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; immigration. The next thing we know, we lost our older group. Waited for 2 long hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Choon&lt;/span&gt; Hui opted to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; to look for them. Finally found them and got a long lecture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Rupa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;rupanya&lt;/span&gt;, they were waiting for us at the last station in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;! We made up, said our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;sorries&lt;/span&gt; and off to a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; is F&amp;E but tour guide (George) offered to show us the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;malam&lt;/span&gt;” of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; after dinner (Chinese food in China is oil and salt – cholesterol and blood pressure shoot up, man!). The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;malam&lt;/span&gt; is so not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; at all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. No stalls, all shops. So ‘til today, I don’t know what George means by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;malam&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-12.slide.com&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;channel=360287970199637266&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637266&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/360287970199637266/be_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637266&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/360287970199637266/be_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3: 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2007, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hotel buffet breakfast before our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; tour. We had to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;RMB&lt;/span&gt;10 for a cup of coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! But we chose not to drink coffee (some sacrifice to make when in China, for all you coffee lovers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Xingyu&lt;/span&gt; Mineral Museum, just to look at some stones such as jade. They sell stuffs here. So much for just a simple museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is Father’s Day and dad was so into this moonstone (Adrian and I have read a lot about moon stone but we have never seen one before cause it’s not available in Malaysia. We finally saw a real moonstone in China. The beauty of it – it’s the only luminous stone, which glows in the dark). Also found out from the salesgirl that this stone also have some magnetic thingy. Cool! So we got it for Dad as a gift (now it’s sitting in the display at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a few jade hanging thingy for RM14.00 per piece. Mum bought another pendant, quite cute because this pendant can move in the inside. Comes with an 18K gold necklace too. Since it is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt; season, this place also sells tea and their specialty – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Lychee&lt;/span&gt; Tea. We bought also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; and got a free gift – a pissing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Window of the World. This place has all the major landmark of each major countries / continent in the world but all in miniature size. And we saw how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt; trees looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to this Herbal Store and got ourselves diagnose by a prominent Chinese Traditional physician called Professor Wu. She was from Indonesia and has been practising Chinese Medicine for 40 years. She’s 70 years old but she looks 10 year younger. And you know what? She is accurate in her diagnostic. She accurately diagnosed dad and Adrian and even myself! But let’s leave that behind because Dad spends the most here, RM2000 on herbs. We also spend the longest time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the place we were to go next is my favourite – China Cultural and Folk Village or what the locals here call, Mini China. We watch 2 wonderful, most beautiful world-class cultural show and we had a great time touring the mini buildings of China from different provinces – check the photos here too. Finally, we had 1 meal for dinner (at the Cultural Village) that is good, still oily and salty but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, back to hotel and off to 1 hour of “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;keok&lt;/span&gt;” or feet wash and massage, which was a relief to the leg after all the walking for the 3 days. The spa has shuttle service. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-04.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970199637508&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637508&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p1/360287970199637508/be_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637508&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p2/360287970199637508/be_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Day 4: 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2007, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After breakfast (the hotel’s), we immediately checked out and head straight to the train station. It was a long long walk. On the way, I saw a shop that sells luggage bags and I was immediately attracted to the bags and of course the price. After much bargaining and pondering (to buy or not to buy), I decided to go ahead and buy. Dad paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the purchase, we continued our long walk to the train station. It is a rule cum policy that public vehicles are not allowed to park at the station even for drop-off. So, walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. Good exercise but did not sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we made sure that we wait for everybody to get on to the same train but Alas! We got separated again, this time over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;. May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; and mum-in-law was separated because the door of Line 4, which the train heads towards Hung Hum station close on the rest of us. We had to take Line 1 train, which also heads to Hung Hum but upon arrival, May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; took the wrong exit. It was suppose to be Exit C but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find it. It was so stressful but God is good, we found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new tourist guide (can’t remember her name) seem to look a little pissed. Who cares?! Well in the bus on the way to Disneyland, she just briefed us a little about Disney and gave us our Entrance tickets. Told us to check-in but we can’t get our rooms until after 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s exactly what we did. We checked into Hollywood Hotel at 12.30pm, got our 2 day passes and left our luggage with the concierge and took the shuttle bus to Disneyland. Did a little bit of walking and went to see Lion King show. We were rather disappointed because we were comparing the show to the previous cultural show in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;. The Lion King show is meant for kids and not us, old farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we did a little bit more walking about, saw Cinderella and wanted to take a photo with her but the line was close already. How sad…. So we waited for the Disney Parade, which was the next program. Now, this was GOOD. The parade was really colourful and entertaining. But I pity the people who are in their costumes. Must be sweating like a running tap water. The weather was HOT! The sun was burning, our skins were burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, we realised it was just too hot to walk around, that we decided to go back to the hotel and rest a little. We wanted to catch the fireworks and we must at least take a photo with the mouse himself, Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards the elevator to our rooms, we were just enthralled. Finally, the trip was worth it. We stayed in a 5 Star hotel and everywhere you turn your eyes to, you see Mickey or at least his ears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;Choon&lt;/span&gt; Hui and I were like school girls squealing when we saw our bedroom. It was lovely. Everything was just Mickey Mouse. We took pictures of the room and even the bath. How I wish I could take the shower curtain too but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t. The bathroom angle would not permit me to. I even had the mind to want to buy the shower curtain from the hotel but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find any price list (like most hotels have).&lt;br /&gt;After shower and rest, we went back to the park. Adrian and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;Choon&lt;/span&gt; Hui decided to sleep a little bit more. The rest of went ahead without them. May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; and I saw Mickey and Minnie photos session, we straight away went in line while Mum, Dad, Mum-in-law and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Chim&lt;/span&gt; went to get dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited really long just to snap photos with them. The wait was worth it. Then, we did our shopping at the Disney Souvenir Shop. After that, it was time for the fireworks, started hunting the rest of the group and managed to find them in the midst of the crowd. We still had a little time left to get our take-away dinner. We were dead hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my! The fireworks were beautiful! It goes along with all the Disney music. Like musical fountain, this was musical fireworks. Lovely. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to go shopping. I took them to Causeway Bay. We need to catch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;MTR&lt;/span&gt; – Disney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;MTR&lt;/span&gt;. The train was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the stores cause there was NO SALE! How disappointing! Well, at least to mend our wound, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;Bossini&lt;/span&gt; has something. There is a GOD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we realised it’s getting late and the last train back is at 12pm. Don’t want to pay so much to get a cab back to Disney. Heard from Adrian earlier that taking a cab from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; Island (Wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;, Causeway bay, those areas) to Disney will cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;$150! That’s really expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t eat the burger that I bought. Earlier, all I was munching was the fries. After arrival at the last stop to hop back onto the Disney train, I gobbled my burger. What a relief as my stomach was already on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-85.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970199635333&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199635333&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p1/360287970199635333/be_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=11&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199635333&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p2/360287970199635333/be_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Day 5: 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 2007, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I really had a very good sleep and I woke up at 9.00am. I actually thought I wanted to go back to Disney Park to do further shopping but mum said no cause there just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my balance shopping at the shop downstairs. They equally good merchandises but of course, at Disney Park, there’ll be more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the airport at 12pm and hang about at Popeye’s (kinda cool fried chicken/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; type of outlet). My last mission before leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong was Wing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; Bakery to buy “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;lou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt;” for Ky Lie and of course for my darling hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t realise I spend such a long time in the shop that when I looked at my watch, to my horror I had to run to plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt; at 6.20pm and went straight home. That’s the journey of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;/Disneyland trip. All in all, when I felt that my trip was going to be lousy and that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t look forward to it all, I was totally wrong by the end of it. Every penny spend was worth it, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have not been the any Disneyland, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; is a good start. Small, a little disappointing but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Those who have gone to the bigger ones like Japan or Florida, don’t bother stepping into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. You’ll get a BIG disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mega Sale in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; is on the month of July and August. Everything is dirt cheap. Air Asia now flies to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; is so accessible now. Grab this opportunity to shop, shop and shop during this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-2f.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970199637807&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637807&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/360287970199637807/be_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970199637807&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/360287970199637807/be_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;*All photos are courtesy of my ever reliable Olympus and Choon Hui’s Canon cameras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7693823931324150363-4616785273017367421?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4616785273017367421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=4616785273017367421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4616785273017367421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/4616785273017367421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-wonders-and-mickey.html' title='SHOPPING WONDERS AND MICKEY!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-8258099753156822532</id><published>2007-06-14T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:32:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Daddy’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RnDEb2V6pLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EIhXMEjWMAI/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075772762769499314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RnDEb2V6pLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EIhXMEjWMAI/s200/New+Picture.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My popsy. What can I say about him on this very day? I’ve gotta be fair. Posted an article for mum, now for dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always grew up thinking that he favours Adrian more than I.  All that perceptions have change now. Adrian, hate to break this to you… But dad loves me more. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that’s been happening, the secrets we share and the naughty plots we come up with (hiding things from mum), having dad to send my car for servicing or that he can suddenly read my mind when I’m short of cash and gives me some, even though I’m working (but that comes with a price – hearing him nagging me about saving money for rainy days and don’t spend money like water, for like an hour or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you so much, daddy. No matter what, you’re the best father a daughter could ever have (hmm…. I think I used this phrase for the article to mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we’ll be spending Daddy's’ Day in Shenzen. Truthfully, I’m clueless on what to do on this day, cause we’ll be moving about. But I’ll figure something out with Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Dad. Blessed Fathers’ Day. Hugz Hugz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: At the moment I don’t have any of just daddy’s photo. I’ll go dig an old macho photo of his and thereafter I’ll upload it here (after HK).&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/7693823931324150363-8258099753156822532?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8258099753156822532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=8258099753156822532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8258099753156822532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8258099753156822532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/blessed-daddys-day.html' title='Blessed Daddy’s Day'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RnDEb2V6pLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EIhXMEjWMAI/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-2458034233158757530</id><published>2007-06-11T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:33:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been 11 days and this is my first post for June. I was getting a little afraid of loosing that momentum i first spoke of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, stealing a little time from work (actually it's 6.15pm now - time to go home) just to drop something off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy 1 week plus for me, at work and at home. But by the end of the week (yesterday), my activity after church made it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's been a long time (especially since being someones missus) since I've actually got to spend time with mum, just the two of us. I really miss those days when it was just mum and I or the family (mum, dad, Adrian and I) go out shopping or window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the family goes out, mum and I will always be with each other - i wait on her and vice versa, trying on clothes or shoes and looking at something and pondering whether to buy it or not. You know, these sort of stuff which mother daughter does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to yesterday. I was suppose to go to Carrefour, Subang last two Sundays but because KY's nephews came, i wasn't able to go. So i had my chance yesterday. Told mum that I'm going to the new Anakku boutique in Carrefour, Subang to visit me ol' friend who's running the place there and invited mum to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my brief hello and goodbye, (oh and before that... it was raining cats and dogs or maybe cows and goats. It was HEAVY) we were doing a little grocery shopping in the hypermart. When the rain subsided, we walked over to Parade (save RM2 parking at Carrefour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked and walked and shop a little (i really mean, little ok) and talked and laughed. Had coffee and mum was sharing about Australia. We were like best friends. And before we know it, it was 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great spending the little time i missed so much with mum. I actually didn't want the day to end. 10.45pm and back to reality, go back to Prima Bayu, at the arms of KY. Darn! I truly missed being single (when it comes to these sort of matter, family matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday made me realised that, I began appreciating the time I get to spend with my family, even 5 minutes and making the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change after marriage - my eyes are more opened now. I was an idealist but now I'm a realist. Practicality is an important asset in life, that no matter what, family comes first in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7693823931324150363-2458034233158757530?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2458034233158757530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=2458034233158757530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2458034233158757530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2458034233158757530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-is-worth-it.html' title='All is worth it'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5642988262682084931</id><published>2007-05-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:03:24.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat Birthday Makan for Jac and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Going out makan with the girls are quite fun – we can be ourselves without being conscious. We just go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Seaw Chin digging into the chicken wings non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl’s constant request to throw the vege into the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac who kept asking, “Shall we take noodles?” from the buffet spread - took the yee mee, bihun, dried wantan noodle sheet and some green looking noodle sheet only to end up throwing the green noodle into the pot and savouring it. The rest of the noodles, we just return them back to where they originally came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was the pot lid keeper, throw the ingredients into the pot, close the lid, when the ingredients are cooked, open the lid, place the lid aside and eat. And the same activities repeat for a few cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. What did I do? Just makanlah! Hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got a deduction to make…&lt;br /&gt;1. Going out having steamboat with girls – Vege and fish product aka fish ball, fish tauhu and fish noodle would be the main ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going out having steamboat with the Ranger guys – What they hantam would be all the meat and prawns and squids and crabs and other shellfish….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me… to pay RM18.90 per person, which is more worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/IOr-b1Hvzz9_FzBKyEire3JzDXSC2vmI?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url"&gt;http://www.slide.com/r/IOr-b1Hvzz9_FzBKyEire3JzDXSC2vmI?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-5642988262682084931?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5642988262682084931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5642988262682084931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5642988262682084931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5642988262682084931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/steamboat-birthday-makan-for-jac-and-i.html' title='Steamboat Birthday Makan for Jac and I'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-2474569802714238762</id><published>2007-05-29T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:04:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Cuppy Cake!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlv__u6nzfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9QZrdpCxO8w/s1600-h/Cakes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069927275926375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlv__u6nzfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9QZrdpCxO8w/s200/Cakes+1.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How sweet of Ky Lie to make time specially to bake me these lovely cakes. Thank you dear. It was really sweet of you and the cakes are really sweet too… but deliciously delicious… Mmmmm…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwAMO6nzgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O7N_FP1LPKc/s1600-h/Cakes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069927490674740738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="155" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwAMO6nzgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O7N_FP1LPKc/s200/Cakes+2.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I immediately dug into the strawberry-topping piece. Mum took the one with the strawberry and kiwi piece. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwBA-6nziI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FRWSCeXa9X0/s1600-h/Cakes+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069928396912840226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwBA-6nziI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FRWSCeXa9X0/s200/Cakes+6.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later at night I had my second helping of the cupcake with the kiwi topping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwCS-6nzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ELQr2rizh4k/s1600-h/Cakes+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069929805662113362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwCS-6nzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ELQr2rizh4k/s200/Cakes+7.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwCS-6nzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ELQr2rizh4k/s1600-h/Cakes+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwCS-6nzlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ELQr2rizh4k/s1600-h/Cakes+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t know how I’m going to handle the balance 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kwang Yew, you better help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069930278108515938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwCue6nzmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dvDDrUNKLpQ/s200/Cakes5.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They’re too pretty to be eaten (I told you Ky Lie, didn’t I). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just don’t have the heart to eat them. I can just stare and admire and stare and admire and I can just go on and on, about staring and admiring the cakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069928719035387442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwBTu6nzjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_ArGA-tLNQY/s200/Cakes+3.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwB8e6nzkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/waaMWP8qyrU/s1600-h/Cakes+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069929419115056706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlwB8e6nzkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/waaMWP8qyrU/s200/Cakes+4.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gee…. Not forgetting the pounds I’ll put on, on top of the current pound that I’ve already put on. And the heavenly sweetness…. I’m afraid the ants will come after me too… Haha…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you heaps, Ky Lie. I really have a wonderful birthday this year. Angie…. My hats off to you too for the silver ball (on the sides of the M&amp;amp;Ms cupcake) idea… Muax! Muax!&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/7693823931324150363-2474569802714238762?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2474569802714238762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=2474569802714238762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2474569802714238762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2474569802714238762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-birthday-cuppy-cake.html' title='My Birthday Cuppy Cake!!!!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlv__u6nzfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9QZrdpCxO8w/s72-c/Cakes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5688743016979020223</id><published>2007-05-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:23:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10¢ Increase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfDRu6nzcI/AAAAAAAAADk/hjH2uVVmkRo/s1600-h/Roti+Canai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068734615047884226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfDRu6nzcI/AAAAAAAAADk/hjH2uVVmkRo/s200/Roti+Canai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A week ago, it was announced that the price of roti canai and chapati will be increased to 10 cents more, after the announcement of pay raise for civil servants. Reason for the increase would be the increase of price for oil, gas, flour and margarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, the decision to increase the price was pulled back. However, many doubted if the original size which people are so use to seeing (and eating for that matter) will remain the same. Unfortunately, size is what Domestic Trade and Consumers Affairs officers can’t monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfDbu6nzdI/AAAAAAAAADs/wR8luAi134M/s1600-h/L_Teh_Tarik.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfD2-6nzeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BD72mmWgKg4/s1600-h/L_Teh_Tarik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068735254998011362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="199" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfD2-6nzeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BD72mmWgKg4/s200/L_Teh_Tarik.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In today’s news – 10 cents increase for teh tarik or any other beverages that contain condense milk. This is effective in the Northern Region. But I do remember hearing about the price increase of milk and unfortunately condense milk is affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has price increased. Just this 1 month alone, I hear of so many price increased. I went back to my designer/dress maker to make a dress for formal functions (a lot of weddings to attend this year, therefore a lot of “saman” to pay). Her price went up from the base price of the usual RM400 to RM500. She told me that wedding gowns are affected the most – the base price from RM1000 to RM1300!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a friend who asked me who was my make-up artist for my wedding and I gave her the contact. She called her and asked her how much, and the make-up artist quoted her RM1000 from the RM800 I paid her last year!!! And she was like, “I should have gotten married last year!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married is not cheap anymore and there are so many weddings this year – apparently the Year of the Pig is very prosperous for business as well as getting married or even conception (babies lar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the market price to pay wedding “saman” has increase too…. Can we still maintain the old rate, ah?&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/7693823931324150363-5688743016979020223?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5688743016979020223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=5688743016979020223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5688743016979020223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/5688743016979020223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-increase.html' title='10¢ Increase'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlfDRu6nzcI/AAAAAAAAADk/hjH2uVVmkRo/s72-c/Roti+Canai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-3603979989469226207</id><published>2007-05-26T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:48:26.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gee... didn't think that posting a blog can be this tough! Editing here, editing there, aligning the photos and setting the format of the wordings right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tough job. Goes to show.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not that fast with catching up with the young ones who can practically publish their public diary with photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;My hats off to all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adik&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adik&lt;/span&gt; (younger ones) out there. I actually have 1 more thought to post but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; exhausted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, i will when i have gathered enough strength to continue... soon I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-3603979989469226207?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3603979989469226207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=3603979989469226207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3603979989469226207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/3603979989469226207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-is-easy.html' title='Nothing Is Easy!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-7311436944999874828</id><published>2007-05-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:42:04.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode To Angie and Ky Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlelfe6nzWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yeSPjZ4lJbA/s1600-h/Pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068701865922252130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlelfe6nzWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yeSPjZ4lJbA/s200/Pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Such a day it was&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;Come 8.00pm&lt;br /&gt;And in we step,&lt;br /&gt;For food and fun&lt;br /&gt;For smiles and flashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fulfillment of my birthday wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlelyO6nzXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uu3YS5NV9ec/s1600-h/Pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068702188044799346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RlelyO6nzXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uu3YS5NV9ec/s200/Pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seafood Pizza&lt;br /&gt;With a dash of Tobasco&lt;br /&gt;Black Pepper Linguine&lt;br /&gt;A truly spicy fete,&lt;br /&gt;We ate them all, we clean the plates&lt;br /&gt;To make way for a delicious cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlen8u6nzZI/AAAAAAAAADM/W2HCdjg2jG8/s1600-h/Pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068704567456681362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlen8u6nzZI/AAAAAAAAADM/W2HCdjg2jG8/s200/Pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lovely lullaby of a birthday song,&lt;br /&gt;Click click the camera rolls on,&lt;br /&gt;Savour the Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn’t help ourselves&lt;br /&gt;To a second helping too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rleoiu6nzaI/AAAAAAAAADU/6LKTfpad8hs/s1600-h/Pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068705220291710370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rleoiu6nzaI/AAAAAAAAADU/6LKTfpad8hs/s200/Pic5.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rleoiu6nzaI/AAAAAAAAADU/6LKTfpad8hs/s1600-h/Pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Time to go&lt;br /&gt;The bill was paid.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls&lt;br /&gt;For your thoughtfulness,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I am extremely blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068706182364384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlepau6nzbI/AAAAAAAAADc/TOWC6aUskvM/s200/Pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My prayers would be&lt;br /&gt;For you from Above,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings are always coming,&lt;br /&gt;Protection wherever you’re going,&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom in all understanding,&lt;br /&gt;And Joy overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-7311436944999874828?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7311436944999874828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=7311436944999874828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7311436944999874828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/7311436944999874828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/ode-to-angie-and-ky-lie.html' title='An Ode To Angie and Ky Lie'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/Rlelfe6nzWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yeSPjZ4lJbA/s72-c/Pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-133025028760487760</id><published>2007-05-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:31:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Fiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkwOGO6nzKI/AAAAAAAAABU/xuXB8A2o4tk/s1600-h/New+Picture+(1).png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065439181130943650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkwOGO6nzKI/AAAAAAAAABU/xuXB8A2o4tk/s200/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I have watch Survivor since Season 2 and never have I been more proud of than to have our very own Malaysian, Chan Yau Man for this latest season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hailed from Kota Kinabalu, this man of prowess finished his studies in the States and now holds the position of a Director in one of the most prestigious universities there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;He played the game right in Survivor and uphold intergrity throughout while playing (except for the fake immunity idol, he made). Unfortunately he did not get to win the million bucks (got played out by Dreamz who did not hold his promises to Chan) but nontheless he made it to the final four. Eventhough Earl won the million bucks, he was even branded by a former survivor contestant The Ultimate Survivor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yau Man is a true Survivor and a class act all the way."&lt;/span&gt; (quoted by Terry Deitz&lt;/span&gt;- Survivor Panama, Exile Island) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"To Yau-Man; Thanks for setting the standards of Survivor to a new level. The Immunity Necklace should be called the Yau-Man necklace. A shot of Jack or Sake with you any time. You should give up ping-pong and write a book on, “How To Win at Survivor.“ I think that the Pirate Master will be a flop without some older people (there were a lot of older real pirates), me and the Yau-Man. I really think that all the older Survivors can kick butt. Also, I have some real pirate wenches on myspace."&lt;/span&gt; (quoted by Bruce Kanegai- Survivor Panama, Exile Island)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"From the neck up Yau Man is one of the most powerful players the game has ever seen. He’s one of the most active thinkers and most cognizant of his surroundings of anyone that’s played. "&lt;/span&gt; (quoted by Bobby Mason - Survivor Panama, Exile Island)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"In all the seasons of Survivor, Yau-man has rightfully earned the title of OVER-ALL ULTIMATE SURVIVOR! Earl is a very nice man. However, he will soon be forgotten. Yau-man, however, will go down in Survivor history as the most amazing human being ever to play this game."&lt;/span&gt; (quoted by Scout Cloud Lee - Survivor Vanuatu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;How do i know all these when they do not show this season of Survivor on our shore? The reliable internet and CBS network of course.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Go to&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor14/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor14/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;What i don't understand is, why aren't our tv stations airing Survivor this time round? We have a Malaysian on it and i think the country needs to show our support for him as he plays the game (although, they're usually air the episode months after they're back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I mean, this guy is a through and through Malaysian (yes, he's a US citizen now) and we're not making a big fuss out of it. But former Miss Georgia (Miss America 2006 1st runner up), Monica Pang who was not born here, who never grew up here and who don't even really know her roots here in this country until after she won her title - BIG media hype!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Well, i'm waiting to see if after the news appears from the US about Yau Man, our local tv might consider airing Survivor Fiji. But one thing is for sure, if he had won the 1 million bucks - they'll definitely show, without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-133025028760487760?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/133025028760487760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=133025028760487760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/133025028760487760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/133025028760487760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/survivor-fiji.html' title='Survivor Fiji'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkwOGO6nzKI/AAAAAAAAABU/xuXB8A2o4tk/s72-c/New+Picture+(1).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-2717507007245737937</id><published>2007-05-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:04:28.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkgcceqrDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W0OtHnBnMXg/s1600-h/Coffee_Coffee_Cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064329056572083218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkgcceqrDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W0OtHnBnMXg/s200/Coffee_Coffee_Cup.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Because i sick sick sick last one whole week, i was deprived of my favourite drink - coffee, nescafe, anything with caffeine, you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Finally, alas! I had my 1st cup of Nescafe this morning. Tea lady laughed at me, saying, "Bagus ma. Sudah baik, kopi boleh minum". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I was in ecstasy slurping in and having my cereals with it. Back to my normal lifestyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Somehow, when i was sick last week, i only had Milo and now looking Milo, i would be thinking, "Darn. Milo is only for the sick." and not "Minum Milo anda jadi sihat dan kuat!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Heard from a friend many weeks back, Nescafe is of the lowest grade of coffee... processes after processes after processes - wa la! Nescafe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Gee.... who cares?! So long as i get my dose of caffeine. Vietnam coffee is the best.... especially when you brew it using the traditional coffee maker. The aroma lifts you to cloud 9. With a little dash of creamer and sugar, the taste just simply brings you to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, it's coffee break now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;In the mean time, just go to this link your reading pleasure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelycoffee.org/"&gt;http://www.positivelycoffee.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-2717507007245737937?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2717507007245737937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=2717507007245737937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2717507007245737937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/2717507007245737937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/coffee-at-last.html' title='Coffee At Last!'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkgcceqrDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W0OtHnBnMXg/s72-c/Coffee_Coffee_Cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-8258948581609107967</id><published>2007-05-12T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:33:31.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkVRjuqrDAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9RTI2n9phkw/s1600-h/Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063543030312274946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkVRjuqrDAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9RTI2n9phkw/s200/Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... Mothers' Day is tomorrow. The day when mums all over the world are suppose to be resting... I really mean suppose to. Still, there will be mothers out there fussing over their children or other people's children and makes you wonder....why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about children who are clueless as to this day? Even with all the hype through the media... which world do these kids belong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about mothers who are not all that motherly? Or mothers who just refuse to believe that they're mothers, no matter what the circumstances are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it doesn't matter.... To all mothers out there... wishing you "A Blessed Mothers' Day. Take a break, chill out and God bless".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum... my wish would be, "You're the best mum a daughter could ever have. You're my hero - Superwoman, Wonderwoman and Ultrawoman. I love you and I'm definitely taking you out to chill. I love you. Happy Mum's Day and oh yar! Happy Nurses Day too! Muax!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-8258948581609107967?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8258948581609107967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=8258948581609107967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8258948581609107967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/8258948581609107967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RkVRjuqrDAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9RTI2n9phkw/s72-c/Mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-802183817628637127</id><published>2007-05-11T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:32:56.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have been sick a about a week now - cough, cold and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sore throat&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sore throat&lt;/span&gt; and cold are gone... I'm left with this dreaded coughing, day and night - can't even sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 days of MC in a row. How about that? Well at least, i was resting or rather pigging. Blame it on the cough syrup. And i get to finish a book - John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt;, The Testament. Wonderful book with a sad ending, nevertheless good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to finish another, by my favourite author, Jane Austen - Mansfield Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, there was another book, before The Testament, i was practically hooked to it - Empress Orchid. Tells the tale of the last Empress Dowager &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; China's life before becoming the dowager herself. Rather an eye opening experience and definitely different from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you see on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;... or i could say a little similar to "Wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt;", just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. Can't believe i'm using office time to blog. Hope to hear from me more.... I'll try to be more initiative to blog more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like i'm caught in the motion of blogging now... let's see til how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7693823931324150363-802183817628637127?l=doveworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/feeds/802183817628637127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7693823931324150363&amp;postID=802183817628637127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/802183817628637127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7693823931324150363/posts/default/802183817628637127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doveworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>Dove World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
