<?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-22700507</id><updated>2011-10-06T06:59:34.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter in life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life changes from things you've learn..leave all behind and start a new life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-2962526891688602916</id><published>2007-12-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:05:39.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT VACANCY</title><content type='html'>URGENT VACANCY @ ROADHOUSE GRILL RESTAURANT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you...source for me...please...fulltime or partime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call if you know my number....or email me @ melisa_teoh@hotmail.com for further information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2962526891688602916?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2962526891688602916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2962526891688602916' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2962526891688602916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2962526891688602916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/urgent-vacancy.html' title='URGENT VACANCY'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-1414344704961086795</id><published>2007-10-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:09:53.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starts with Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Today will be the last day for me in Eminence Worldwide. It's been 3 good years here with loads of happy times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Starts with goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXBncmrknfo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXBncmrknfo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1414344704961086795?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1414344704961086795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1414344704961086795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1414344704961086795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1414344704961086795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/starts-with-goodbye.html' title='Starts with Goodbye'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-932243834830610409</id><published>2007-10-18T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:27:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Mohd Sabri 09/09/78 - 07/10/07</title><content type='html'>I cannot say i have known you long enough...but time does not measure nor judge our friendship. We are here still mourning for your lost. You were a great guy, proven by all the people who have been dealing with you. All were shocked and said you were a jolly good fellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't figure why such a thing would happen to you. Why a good person like you have to go so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RxckQkqHthI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwQlPHHRE0A/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RxckQkqHthI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwQlPHHRE0A/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122602968294077970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the first person i see everyday when i step into RHG. The name called so very often has now left the whole place somewhat 'unusually' quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the words we used to say, the jokes we used to pull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my dear friend. We'll all miss you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-932243834830610409?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/932243834830610409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=932243834830610409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/932243834830610409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/932243834830610409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-memory-of-mohd-sabri-090978-071007.html' title='In Memory of Mohd Sabri 09/09/78 - 07/10/07'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RxckQkqHthI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwQlPHHRE0A/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-810716152829817611</id><published>2007-10-05T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:04:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday to You..you are now only 2...</title><content type='html'>Ah Girl is TWO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai ma...this is for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDFxGp_UYsk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDFxGp_UYsk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-810716152829817611?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/810716152829817611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=810716152829817611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/810716152829817611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/810716152829817611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-bday-to-youyou-are-now-only-2_912.html' title='Happy Bday to You..you are now only 2...'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-7128059170249233363</id><published>2007-09-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:21:57.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand - Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>I went to the Registra Office today trying to settle this problem of mine which have been haunting me for so long. It hurts to know that they can't actually help me. It frustrates me to finally found out that i still have do it the usual way. All the waiting and the sourcing for solutions are just taking me down by the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone to talk to is getting harder by the days too. When your problems are so old and stinky now. Still i know you will be there to lend me your ear, but i wouldn't want to burden you with this problem i'm facing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you (you know who you are), for offering to lend a helping hand. It also helps after i talked to you about it. It helps a lot mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are also facing problems, which at times you feel you're out solutions and your mind is blank. And if so it happens that you're a music lover, try listening to this song. It helps to keep me motivated. It might help you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJXihzjGX9E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJXihzjGX9E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel like a candle in a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame&lt;br /&gt;Alone and helpless&lt;br /&gt;Like you've lost your fight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright, you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;You taste what you're made of&lt;br /&gt;You might bend, till you break&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all you can take&lt;br /&gt;On your knees you look up&lt;br /&gt;Decide you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You get mad you get strong&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your hands shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Then you Stand, Then you stand&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a novel&lt;br /&gt;With the end ripped out&lt;br /&gt;The edge of a canyon&lt;br /&gt;With only one way down&lt;br /&gt;Take what you're given before its gone&lt;br /&gt;Start holding on, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you get up&lt;br /&gt;And get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;One more small piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Starts to fall into place&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-7128059170249233363?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7128059170249233363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7128059170249233363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7128059170249233363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7128059170249233363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/stand-rascal-flatts.html' title='Stand - Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-4242188908907393169</id><published>2007-09-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:54:35.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pregnancy Can Do To You</title><content type='html'>Let me give you a glimps of what pregnancy can actually do to our body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXblCCSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_N5DdaPaPlk/s1600-h/me+me.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXblCCSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_N5DdaPaPlk/s320/me+me.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43kgs - taken a few months before pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXblCCTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8uOO9XbxV2c/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXblCCTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8uOO9XbxV2c/s320/pregnant.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64kgs - taken 2 or 3 days before delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXrlCCUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DLfTDTNq43I/s1600-h/24993100533963l.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXrlCCUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DLfTDTNq43I/s320/24993100533963l.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53kgs - taken around 2 months after delivery (i was once as slim as them :&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivX7lCCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_-ArLu_Adc4/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivX7lCCVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_-ArLu_Adc4/s320/P1010075.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.3kgs baby - taken minutes after delivered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO THE MATH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that is...it is all worthwhile when you get the first look at your newborn. You will then feel glad that you've ate all the food that you craved during pregnancy..all the food that your mom and in laws asked you to consume..all the advise your experienced friends have gave you. After all you have a healthy, well built baby.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-4242188908907393169?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4242188908907393169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4242188908907393169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4242188908907393169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4242188908907393169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-pregnancy-can-do-to-you.html' title='What Pregnancy Can Do To You'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvivXblCCSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_N5DdaPaPlk/s72-c/me+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-8240882460716103573</id><published>2007-09-25T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:22:07.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We meet everyday at the same cafe....Starbucks cafe</title><content type='html'>What way to enjoy coffee than to have Starbucks coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikZ7lCCPI/AAAAAAAAADo/wk0mNUKs8D0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikZ7lCCPI/AAAAAAAAADo/wk0mNUKs8D0/s320/Picture+007.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this logo well known all over the world. Starbucks @ Gurney Hotel is my fav spot nowadays. Friends who wanna catch me...you'll see me there 6.30pm, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikablCCQI/AAAAAAAAADw/kIifdfOGV7k/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikablCCQI/AAAAAAAAADw/kIifdfOGV7k/s320/Picture+003.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting down under the dim lights...sipping some coffee (i'm not rich..i can't afford this EVERYDAY..most of the times i sit there without any coffee :-&gt;)while chitchatting with some friends..what could be more enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikarlCCRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q0mhvHRB2zc/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikarlCCRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q0mhvHRB2zc/s320/Picture+006.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so a coffee lover..but still we're able to miss a day or two without coffee. Unlike this man i know (above). He enjoys his coffee and it's a must EVERYDAY..otherwise DON'T SPEAK TO HIM!! till he had his coffee. His headache without coffee is gonna leave u with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me...he does this every day and it has to be Starbucks accompanied by Dunhill of course. I guess Starbucks should call him THE STARBUCKS MAN. Just look at the picture...u can actually feel that he's ENJOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8240882460716103573?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8240882460716103573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8240882460716103573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8240882460716103573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8240882460716103573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='We meet everyday at the same cafe....Starbucks cafe'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RvikZ7lCCPI/AAAAAAAAADo/wk0mNUKs8D0/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-3448056375310491230</id><published>2007-09-25T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:06:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taasha's first video post...HAMIKSU</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my bro who gave me his Canon Powershot...and here's to all my friends who has been waiting for my ah girl's video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpROoRTZ4wY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpROoRTZ4wY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-3448056375310491230?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3448056375310491230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3448056375310491230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3448056375310491230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3448056375310491230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/taasha_25.html' title='taasha&apos;s first video post...HAMIKSU'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-3529656997979374470</id><published>2007-08-10T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:02:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Bitten By Mosquito</title><content type='html'>Sorry peepz for not updating for so long...been down and hospitalized with dengue. Recently discharged and now very busy with work. My mom too was down with dengue and also fell from her bike wanting to come visit me. Leaves me with guilt. Now she have difficulty walking due to the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a little busy for blogging juggling with work, mom and recovery. Forgive me ya...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-3529656997979374470?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3529656997979374470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3529656997979374470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3529656997979374470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3529656997979374470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-bitten-by-mosquito.html' title='Down Bitten By Mosquito'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-4315092423689746819</id><published>2007-07-16T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:48:22.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 1 year + 9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpsGpIQFIcI/AAAAAAAAADg/vlHQ9TohH7k/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpsGpIQFIcI/AAAAAAAAADg/vlHQ9TohH7k/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mother like daughter...no?? heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-4315092423689746819?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4315092423689746819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4315092423689746819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4315092423689746819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4315092423689746819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/taasha-1-year-9-months.html' title='Taasha - 1 year + 9 months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpsGpIQFIcI/AAAAAAAAADg/vlHQ9TohH7k/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-6998655906885712347</id><published>2007-07-13T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:06:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes...ooOOOooo I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nat brought me these for my bday...very thoughtful of her. She said...one for now and one for the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpdAfIQFIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/87YayeXb5v4/s1600-h/13-07-07_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpdAfIQFIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/87YayeXb5v4/s320/13-07-07_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known you for ages and glad that we got back together as being close friends like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the b'day present. Love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-6998655906885712347?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6998655906885712347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=6998655906885712347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6998655906885712347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6998655906885712347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/cakesoooooooo-i-love.html' title='Cakes...ooOOOooo I love...'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpdAfIQFIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/87YayeXb5v4/s72-c/13-07-07_1706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-5134991932454346290</id><published>2007-07-13T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:17:09.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day to ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As today is my birthday....i received this from my dear friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczUoQFIYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cpqr10kUQ9Y/s1600-h/13-07-07_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczUoQFIYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cpqr10kUQ9Y/s320/13-07-07_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my dear friend Wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yau&lt;/span&gt;...love you loads girl. Ordered all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AUS&lt;/span&gt;. This was a real surprise. I expected a card..haha...not this. You are the one whom i can say knows me the most. One whom i can count on...your my therapist..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczU4QFIZI/AAAAAAAAADI/oU39l1tgDEY/s1600-h/13-07-07_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczU4QFIZI/AAAAAAAAADI/oU39l1tgDEY/s320/13-07-07_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Suki and Andrew...both of you..makes my life a little more colourful and less worry. As i know you both will have my back always. Love you guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczVIQFIaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uGBa5Ir7PbU/s1600-h/13-07-07_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczVIQFIaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uGBa5Ir7PbU/s320/13-07-07_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Morgan...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Even tho&lt;/span&gt; you're in KL...still you got your ways to make me happy on this special day. Thanks to you...now my hands are full and have to make double trip to bring all this flowers to my car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Love you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you...thanks for your wonderful birthday wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the ones who makes my life worth striving even with all this commotions going on. You coloured my world with all these wonderful things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends out there.....thanks for being there all this while....love you guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-5134991932454346290?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5134991932454346290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=5134991932454346290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/5134991932454346290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/5134991932454346290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-bday-to-me.html' title='Happy B&apos;day to ME'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RpczUoQFIYI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cpqr10kUQ9Y/s72-c/13-07-07_1126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-1501644415812720626</id><published>2007-07-13T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:39:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid ME.</title><content type='html'>This is by far the most stupid mistake i have ever done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMENT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Caltex to have my car filled up. End up i have to pay RM200. I was so stupid and blurred. I don't even know how it happened. I drove the fucking nozzle with me. The best is, i stopped my car after realiasing it was there and took it to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the counter said: Miss...you memang baik lah...lain orang sudah lari loh...tapi sekarang miss kena bayar RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ...BAM....a big knock on my head...how can i be so fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of a century huh .....no??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1501644415812720626?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1501644415812720626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1501644415812720626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1501644415812720626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1501644415812720626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid ME.'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-7969240996446228362</id><published>2007-06-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:18:06.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Them...Join Them...</title><content type='html'>I came back to my office after my 2 months transfer to Klang was due and got a shock when the lift door opens. The usually white with quotes and 'conversations' being scribbles on the lift wall was ......errrr...in a mess. They use to re-paint it after the white walls were considered too messy but the scribbles will come back eventually. Sometimes you can be amazed by what they write considering their mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The management just so decided to make it even more messy by painting it with black, orange and brown combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Rmj0nIATczI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wNPHmBEPVaI/s1600-h/30-04-07_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Rmj0nIATczI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wNPHmBEPVaI/s320/30-04-07_1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The newly painted 'mess' lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the management just so 'helped' them to do the job and 'messed up' the lift 'properly'&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-7969240996446228362?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7969240996446228362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7969240996446228362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7969240996446228362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7969240996446228362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/cant-stop-themjoin-them.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Them...Join Them...'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Rmj0nIATczI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wNPHmBEPVaI/s72-c/30-04-07_1905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-7614614574310469850</id><published>2007-05-28T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:59:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 1 year + 7 months</title><content type='html'>Knowing that i've been in KL for 2 months due to transfer. The one thing i miss most is my ah girl...the love of my life. The first thing she did was run towards me and cling to my legs begging for a hug. Shouting AH MA...while running towards me from inside the room makes my eyes waterry. Being away from a child is the worse feeling i have ever felt in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time i thought being away from the BF and feeling lonely in a way is called missing him. Now i realise the uncondictional love between a mother and a daughter is indescribable and the feeling of being away is unbearable. All this makes me treasure and cherished the love my mom have for all of us all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlphxegQ2RI/AAAAAAAAACo/avI8JuRBW-Y/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlphxegQ2RI/AAAAAAAAACo/avI8JuRBW-Y/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl now have learnt to speak a lot of words, understands instructions and also learnt whom to look for when there's trouble. Mommy will be the one she clings to whenever i'm around. There's just so much to learn from a child.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlphxugQ2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/QcrvjWnDA84/s1600-h/29-04-07_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlphxugQ2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/QcrvjWnDA84/s320/29-04-07_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She now wears more expensive shoes than me....&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-7614614574310469850?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7614614574310469850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7614614574310469850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7614614574310469850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7614614574310469850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/taasha-1-year-7-months.html' title='Taasha - 1 year + 7 months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlphxegQ2RI/AAAAAAAAACo/avI8JuRBW-Y/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-2860955820570247809</id><published>2007-05-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:10:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlfDb-gQ2QI/AAAAAAAAACg/C5iNDqfQiWY/s1600-h/06-05-07_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlfDb-gQ2QI/AAAAAAAAACg/C5iNDqfQiWY/s320/06-05-07_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT i/o PRESFNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best to always does spelling check when you're gonna have something printed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently at Starbucks, i noticed a board saying...'PLEASE PRESFNT YOUR RECEIPT WHEN COLLECTING DRINKS'. I don't usually take note on all the small unnecessary signs when we're all so used to the system there. This particular one caught my eye as the Barrister was EXTREMELY slow with coffee making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places like Starbucks, where there may be hundreds of people walking in and out should really take care of such mistakes. An international brand displaying a misspelled sign is a sign of negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they must be 'daydreaming' when they made this..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&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/22700507-2860955820570247809?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2860955820570247809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2860955820570247809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2860955820570247809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2860955820570247809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/spelling-check.html' title='Spelling Check'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RlfDb-gQ2QI/AAAAAAAAACg/C5iNDqfQiWY/s72-c/06-05-07_1709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-6946112707744907467</id><published>2007-04-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:14:19.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Fate Or What</title><content type='html'>There i was, driving from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; everyday since the day i came down here to work. For those of you who doesn't know, i was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt; transferred to head office to cover for my senior who went for maternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as usual, while driving on the NKVE i was feeling a little blur from previous night imsomnia. I was overtaking cars at the speed of only 100km/hour. I always keep an eye on the rearview mirror when i drive. This red coloured waja with black bonnet looks a little weird following behind me closely. I move to the left that fella went follow behind me, i move to the right that fella again follow behind me. Feeling a little scared of who it might be, i just slow down a little and let him overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining and with the window winded down, he looked at me. I turned and...hei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three to four years back when i was working in Nippon Express, this guy was my operation boy's friend. We don't have each other's contact number or anything, cause i changed my phone number like...2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When came to the traffic light to turn into Klang Valley, he stopped beside me and asked where am i going. Apparently he's now working in KCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would meet someone on the highway like that though. A weird kind of happiness in me. I came from Penang to work in Klang, staying in PJ and i met this friend of mine who was from Butterworth and now working in Port Klang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-6946112707744907467?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6946112707744907467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=6946112707744907467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6946112707744907467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6946112707744907467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-this-fate-or-what.html' title='Is This Fate Or What'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-1425859977050100720</id><published>2007-04-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:41:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night....zzzZZZzzzZz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Ri17nZ50a-I/AAAAAAAAACY/GQSFMz8nJ2M/s1600-h/taasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056833873505446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Ri17nZ50a-I/AAAAAAAAACY/GQSFMz8nJ2M/s320/taasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You say GOOD NIGHT when going to sleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if you're going to sleep in the afternoon or in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you say then...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1425859977050100720?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1425859977050100720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1425859977050100720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1425859977050100720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1425859977050100720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-nightzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Good night....zzzZZZzzzZz'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/Ri17nZ50a-I/AAAAAAAAACY/GQSFMz8nJ2M/s72-c/taasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-1701562899075500429</id><published>2007-04-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:22:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night ...Morning ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RidCx550a9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nT_YzV7woY4/s1600-h/2025948815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055082531871026130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RidCx550a9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nT_YzV7woY4/s320/2025948815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night starts when the sun goes down and the sky turns dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....when does morning starts??&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/22700507-1701562899075500429?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1701562899075500429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1701562899075500429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1701562899075500429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1701562899075500429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-morning.html' title='Night ...Morning ...'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RidCx550a9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nT_YzV7woY4/s72-c/2025948815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-4682643208264186217</id><published>2007-04-07T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:14:58.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband vs Wife in Answering The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Son : Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In here thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : ??...Onions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : Yes, you see them and they make you cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daughter : Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum : Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daughter : ??? A Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mum : Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-4682643208264186217?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4682643208264186217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4682643208264186217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4682643208264186217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4682643208264186217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/husband-vs-wife-in-answering-kids.html' title='Husband vs Wife in Answering The Kids'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-1226190881452529130</id><published>2007-04-07T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:39:56.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Beats Dolly In Heaven</title><content type='html'>Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton died on the same day and both go Before an Angel to find out if they'll be admitted to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there's only one space left that day, so Angel must decide which of them gets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel asks Dolly if there's any particular reason why she should go to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly takes off her top and says, "Look at these, They're the most perfect breasts God ever created, and I'm sure it will please God to be able to see them every day, for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;Angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen takes a bottle of Perrier out of her purse, shakes it up, and gargles. Then, she spits into a toilet and pulls the lever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel says, "OK, your Majesty, you may go in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is outraged and asks, "What was that all about? I show you two of God's own perfect creations and you turn me down. She spits into a commode and she gets in! Would you explain that to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, Dolly," says the Angel, "but even in Heaven, a royal flush? Beats a pair - No matter how big they are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1226190881452529130?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1226190881452529130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1226190881452529130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1226190881452529130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1226190881452529130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/queen-beats-dolly-in-heaven.html' title='Queen Beats Dolly In Heaven'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-6530732398155633972</id><published>2007-04-07T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:01:53.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Talks...My Version</title><content type='html'>Last night i called and spoke to Ah Girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me : Hello hello hello hello .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Girl : EROIYKOHKGOKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;^%$^#$%$#@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp;^%$^#$%$#@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(where the hell are you???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me : Hi....!!! Hello.....hello....ah girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Girl : bububababakrjlwreiuroiyeiue&lt;br /&gt;(why didn't you come see me? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me : Baby girl....hei.....hi....hahaahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Girl : *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*^&amp;^$%@$#WEOGJSDFEDJISF"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;^&amp;amp;^$%@$#WEOGJSDFEDJISF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you better come back soon...before i get angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me : hahahahah aiyo...hehehehe so cute .....(on the speaker to let bro and GF listen to ah girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Girl : bababubuulkdjlakj tatatatattatatatat&lt;br /&gt;(ok fine....you dowan to come right then...tata ...bye..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me : hehehehe tata..bye bye ....baby girl byebye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-6530732398155633972?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6530732398155633972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=6530732398155633972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6530732398155633972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/6530732398155633972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-baby-talksmy-version.html' title='My Baby Talks...My Version'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-7778842258802857386</id><published>2007-04-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:55:05.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Plate</title><content type='html'>Was stopped by the police last Thursday while driving to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police : Ah moi...nombor plate dah pecah. Nasib baik belum jatuh. Kalau jatuh nombor pun tak leh nampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I baru datang dari Penang ni...ni baru aje kena. I pun tak tau mana nak buat plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police : Tak pe la...pas tu...ekzos tu...tak leh guna tau...i saman kasi ekzos ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh ??? Bang..i dah pakai kereta ni tuk 5 tahun lebih...tak pernah kena saman pasal ekzos ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police : Kereta siapa ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kereta i la...tapi beli 2nd hand...datang sama ekzos ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police then walk to the back, have a look at my exhaust and came to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police : Tak pe la ah moi...u bagi i nombor talipon you...bila i ada potong mana-mana ekzos, i jual kat u murah murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ohhh ok ok .....014 +++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police : Ohhh...bagus...sama sama digi...call pun murah sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then resume my journey to work. I was then thinking to myself. This stupid policemen, if he were to potong other kancil's exhaust, it sure to be some not approve by the government or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after work i had my number plate done at the shop just a few shops from my office. All nicely done and i drove home with  the new plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i drove to work as usual. Even checking the new shiny plate before i started off from home. I reached office quite early. Work as usual until almost 10pm when i was about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down and ....................MY FUCKING NEW PLATE IS MISSING......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro brought me to get a new one done on Sat. This time i had it SCREWED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-7778842258802857386?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7778842258802857386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7778842258802857386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7778842258802857386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7778842258802857386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/missing-plate.html' title='Missing Plate'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-8438896332728470588</id><published>2007-03-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:56:25.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Penang</title><content type='html'>Been temparry transferred to Klang to replace a colleague of mine who went to maternity leave last wednesday. First day of work in Klang feels like i'm joining a whole new company. The feeling on uneasiness and strange is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so different from Penang where i'm sure of everything i have to do. Eventhough the job function is all the same but just a little more busy, the feeling of uncertainty where job is concern is always with me till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azie left to Johor for her maternity...i wish her luck be with her so to have a short labour. May she be strong and have a wonderful baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days here and i've already gotten lost like 3 times already...either on the way home or to work. Today i'm quite sure of where to go now....lets hope i don't get lost on the way home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Penang most today as every week of this day i'll have a lot planned up to do. Visiting my girl and also my friends there. Here today i plan to do all the 'housewife' stuff. After lunch i'll go home and clean something up...either the kitchen or anything. Later tonight i'll cook some dinner or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me it's only 2 months here...after that i'll be BACK BABY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8438896332728470588?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8438896332728470588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8438896332728470588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8438896332728470588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8438896332728470588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/missing-penang.html' title='Missing Penang'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-7179406036256633691</id><published>2007-03-02T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:02:07.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha = 16 months</title><content type='html'>The 3 faces of Ah Girl........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhSVT77I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VMta0kuRhzo/s1600-h/19-01-07_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhSVT77I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VMta0kuRhzo/s320/19-01-07_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Confused.....huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhiVT78I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qoukkv2XuNQ/s1600-h/19-01-07_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhiVT78I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qoukkv2XuNQ/s320/19-01-07_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Playfull.....blek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhiVT79I/AAAAAAAAACE/uxPGPmHtoqQ/s1600-h/19-01-07_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhiVT79I/AAAAAAAAACE/uxPGPmHtoqQ/s320/19-01-07_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cute....*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is what worth waking up for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of my life...... &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/22700507-7179406036256633691?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7179406036256633691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7179406036256633691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7179406036256633691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7179406036256633691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/taasha-14-months.html' title='Taasha = 16 months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefYhSVT77I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VMta0kuRhzo/s72-c/19-01-07_1854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-5064114898416574469</id><published>2007-03-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:38:51.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Fridays</title><content type='html'>Suki won a bundle during the CNY gambling sessions in her house and wanted to treat this good friend of hers a good lunch. Being this good friend of her's i get to enjoy this special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving around cracking our head of where to eat since it's already 4pm when we left the house. Most places are close by then or either haven't open. Suki then say...Salsas??... Nah...Salsas is close at this time of the day, won't be open till 6pm. I then came with the idea...what about TGIF then since we both haven't tried before. Both agreed and we're on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiiVT73I/AAAAAAAAABU/ioAWA8yzsu8/s1600-h/25-02-07_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiiVT73I/AAAAAAAAABU/ioAWA8yzsu8/s320/25-02-07_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The onion soup...with lots of cheese...yum...&lt;br /&gt;(kern : this is for you...you cheese maniac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the roasted chicken with BBQ sauce. It came with roasted corn and mash potato too. The portion 1/2 chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiiVT74I/AAAAAAAAABc/EsXnGu9RCKo/s1600-h/25-02-07_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiiVT74I/AAAAAAAAABc/EsXnGu9RCKo/s320/25-02-07_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Great huh...got me hungry just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suki got this pasta with chicken pieces and not ot mention lots of garlic....my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiyVT75I/AAAAAAAAABk/2bAqtXKUvTA/s1600-h/25-02-07_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiyVT75I/AAAAAAAAABk/2bAqtXKUvTA/s320/25-02-07_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pasta with very nice decor....yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least to those of you who love shakes or ice blended drinks. Try this....er...but i forgot the name on the menu. Just ask the waiter...it's strawberry ice blended some sort of milk shake kinda drink. He/she will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiyVT76I/AAAAAAAAABs/8G4sBCUbk-0/s1600-h/25-02-07_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiyVT76I/AAAAAAAAABs/8G4sBCUbk-0/s320/25-02-07_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trust me....you gotta try this...or regret...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price is reasonable for the portion and also the great taste. Definately worth the visit.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-5064114898416574469?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5064114898416574469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=5064114898416574469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/5064114898416574469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/5064114898416574469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-god-its-fridays.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Fridays'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RefUiiVT73I/AAAAAAAAABU/ioAWA8yzsu8/s72-c/25-02-07_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-8881467601775249770</id><published>2007-03-01T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:28:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Penang for 2 months</title><content type='html'>My boss confirmed the date after months since the first time he told me about it. I'll be working in Klang for 2 months from the 15th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i receive the mail i feel happy for a second. Then it got me thinking a lot...for 2 months i won't be able to see my baby, will she be alright? What if anything happen? That bastard is in hell now. He can't be any help to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will mom be alright....or lonely? Will my relationship with mom be better after the 2 months. Some say...absense makes the heart fonder. You tell me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been away from home for more than a week. Is there anyone who can look after my responsibilities for me? Can i let go...for the 2 months...i guess not. I'm just not that kinda person who let go things that easy. Why can't i be like them....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends here...will we still have things to talk about when i'm back. Will we still hang out like we use to? I'm seriously gonna miss you guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i being such an ass and keep thinking of all this ....i guess i better stop here before i get myself to think even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8881467601775249770?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8881467601775249770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8881467601775249770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8881467601775249770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8881467601775249770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/leaving-penang-for-2-months.html' title='Leaving Penang for 2 months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-3759521167618174527</id><published>2007-02-16T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:48:59.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Dinner</title><content type='html'>As most people would know, i spent the last valentine alone. I have always have this feeling about Valentine's Day....a little lame to some of you. I feel more for Valentine's Day than X'mas i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year a dear friend came by to fill this empty space for the day. A restaurant owner friend said to me that couples should have a romantic western dinner for Valentine's. Hei...who made that rule, western konon. Instead i went to Matsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3uXdZ18I/AAAAAAAAAA8/YNAraoZ-1OY/s1600-h/14-02-07_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3uXdZ18I/AAAAAAAAAA8/YNAraoZ-1OY/s320/14-02-07_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unagi Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically shared the Unagi set as i'm no longer that MPPP now. I've changed my eating habit a bit to take care of those extra weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3undZ19I/AAAAAAAAABE/fubwCrBbMpQ/s1600-h/14-02-07_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3undZ19I/AAAAAAAAABE/fubwCrBbMpQ/s320/14-02-07_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yumm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had this sashimi.....fresh and GREAT. The fish are all very fresh and the cut is just nice, not too big and not to thick. With the wasabi everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3u3dZ1-I/AAAAAAAAABM/bv-OIf99TwE/s1600-h/14-02-07_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3u3dZ1-I/AAAAAAAAABM/bv-OIf99TwE/s320/14-02-07_2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The BOAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Valentine's is the most memorable one for me. Not that i spent with my lover or boy friend or hubby, but for that very day i know i have a friend who really care about me. A dear friend who showed me, the meaning of ' friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-3759521167618174527?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3759521167618174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3759521167618174527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3759521167618174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3759521167618174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-dinner.html' title='Valentine Dinner'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RdU3uXdZ18I/AAAAAAAAAA8/YNAraoZ-1OY/s72-c/14-02-07_2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-2521252302815612937</id><published>2007-01-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:21:50.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHmmos5QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiiDab4xdso/s1600-h/studioc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHmmos5QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiiDab4xdso/s320/studioc.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio C, an event i went recently held at Audees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have the pictures tell the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHmmos5RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3ghRbThfTxs/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHmmos5RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3ghRbThfTxs/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art exhibition inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHm2os5SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/axVMrxomoGY/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHm2os5SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/axVMrxomoGY/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party outside....with performance by Stylustics and Stereotyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the free flow of alcohol you can never have imagined. They have half of the bar out for everyone. Plenty of freebees too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who missed it...too bad...just too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/22700507-2521252302815612937?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2521252302815612937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2521252302815612937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2521252302815612937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2521252302815612937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/01/studio-c.html' title='Studio C'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RbcHmmos5QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiiDab4xdso/s72-c/studioc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-161994713543756515</id><published>2007-01-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:19:30.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Translation</title><content type='html'>Tijah ingin break dengan boyfriend orang putih melalui surat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, my motive write this letter to give you know something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to cut connection us. I saw you play wood three in front my eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, i break connection to pull my body from this love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have think about this cook cook. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I clap one hand only. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't trust you again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are really crocodile land!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you to play play with my liver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been crying until no more water eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want banana to fruit two times...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, niat aku menulis ini surat untuk bagi awak tahu sesuatu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku nak putus hubungan kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku nampak awak main kayu tiga depan mata aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalu, aku putus hubungan untuk menarik diri dari cinta ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku sudah fikir pasal ini dengan masak-masak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tahu aku tepuk sebelah tangan saje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak percaya awak lagi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awak memang buaya darat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak nak awak main main dengan hati aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku sudah menangis sampai takde air mata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak nak pisang berbuah dua kali. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat jalan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-161994713543756515?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/161994713543756515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=161994713543756515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/161994713543756515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/161994713543756515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2007/01/direct-translation.html' title='Direct Translation'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-3770130966833358663</id><published>2006-12-23T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:12:28.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the newly opened Queensbay Mall at Bayan Lepas last Saturday. While strolling around with a few friends, we spotted this shop with a statue of a Buddha head with water flowing from the top. In an instant it reminds me of the movie Ong Bak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop has this East India look to it. Selling mainly clothes and some accessories. Me and my friends were making this joke about making a wish to the Buddha's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RYysrAxJzhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VFAk-i51VwY/s1600-h/16-12-06_1535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RYysrAxJzhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VFAk-i51VwY/s320/16-12-06_1535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen on Ong Bak, only smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walk nearer to get a picture of the head, i can't help but saw the coins at the base. Apparrently some people have been making their wish there. Another thing which i noticed, there are mainly 1 cent coins in there apart from a few 10 and 20 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RYysrAxJziI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qaenCls0AKw/s1600-h/16-12-06_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RYysrAxJziI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qaenCls0AKw/s320/16-12-06_1536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cent in copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope their wish comes true with that 1 cent.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/22700507-3770130966833358663?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3770130966833358663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3770130966833358663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3770130966833358663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3770130966833358663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-newly-opened-queensbay-mall-at.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TXcLMW5mPdY/RYysrAxJzhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VFAk-i51VwY/s72-c/16-12-06_1535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-3096640071871108197</id><published>2006-12-18T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:27:43.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Fishing Trip Since......</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach for some siput koreking before fishing on Sunday. Went to the usual beach we use to go. There were a lot of people there due to school holidays. I brought along the gadget as posted in my previous post. When we start digging the siput was a lot. As tho it's the siput season. Moreover the size of the siput is big, we barely seen any small ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After say like.....45 mins, we decided we had enough of koreking. The siput is too much, since i'll be the only one to bring it home. We then went over to the new foodcourt for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/64242/18-12-06_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/654869/18-12-06_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that....yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went over to Tanjung Tokong behind the Tua Pek Kong to fish. It started out just great. First cast of the rod and i caught a small 'gelama'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there with some beer in our hand and also bananas to keep the stomach full. We caught a few 'gelama' along the way. As we were sitting with our rods chatting i felt a jerk to my line. I then reel my line up. When i saw the black thing hanging was not sure what it is and held the line far away and stop reeling. Edward then came and say....thor sat lai (cat fish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was like jumping up and down. All those times i've been fishing, i've never caught any good fish. Brought the fish up and went to get the plyer then let edward do the nessasary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/761508/18-12-06_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/400321/18-12-06_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly big tho.....just 1 ft in lenght.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/462193/18-12-06_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/234396/18-12-06_0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the 'whiskers' heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat fish boost our form up and we continue to fish. By the time we finish all the bait we went searching for something else and found an abandoned cuttle fish. We cut the cuttle fish into pieces and continue fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my line got tangled up in the rocks and broke I decided to stop fishing. After around 10 mins Edward's line got snapped too. We clear everything and leave the place. When we look at the clock it was already 12.45am. We just lost tract of time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-3096640071871108197?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3096640071871108197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3096640071871108197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3096640071871108197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3096640071871108197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-fishing-trip-since.html' title='Best Fishing Trip Since......'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-2963823128555661391</id><published>2006-12-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:34:42.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claypot Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Recomended by mom to this newly opened shop on her birthday for dinner. The place is basically a 3 bedroom terrace house which turned into a restaurant. Situated at a residential area up on Hillside the place is owned by two young lady who is so called my mom's customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not renovate the place too much but just to have some tables and chairs for diners. The rooms are there as private rooms and the kitchen at the normal house kitchen area which makes the place feels kinda homely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/932267/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/243499/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each room has a feng shui kinda decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were first serve with a small bowl of soup as appetizer or some sort and it taste great. Like some chinese herbal soup. Since it's mom's BIGday, i let her take the honour of choosing the food eventho i'm the one paying the bill later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/415488/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/583887/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The soup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'San Da Mei Ren' (three big beautiful human) Consist of 3 types of veggie, petai, bendi and kacang botol. All fried in sambal which taste seriously good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The usual claypot toufu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Dong Buo Rou' (Dong Buo's meat) Pork cooked in some really great sauce. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/998577/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/548269/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't finish my rice tho...and mom was all full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was great and a little costly i should say but worth the price tho. Common' RM 60+ for a happy mom......worth every cent of it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try it out....at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLAYPOT RESTAURANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;48, Jalan Sungai Kelian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanjung Bungah, 11200 Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tel: 04 899 7987 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Business Hours Tuesdays - Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch : 12.00pm - 3.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner : 6.00pm - 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close on Mondays.&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/22700507-2963823128555661391?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2963823128555661391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2963823128555661391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2963823128555661391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2963823128555661391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/claypot-restaurant.html' title='Claypot Restaurant'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-8587037078263500</id><published>2006-12-08T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:23:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Smart</title><content type='html'>As the recent Jazz Fest was held at Bayview Beach Resort, Mercedes Benz had an exibition of their new Smart. When i reach the entrance of the hotel i saw a bunch of people trying to get the car down the stairs. There i saw my friend in the car supposingly to manouver the car down. This friend of mine is easily over 100kgs in weight, he is tall and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lay the wood as shown below and tried to get the smart looking car down. The car itself is very low adding the weight of the driver makes it even lower. As they were trying to get the car down. The car's skirt was too low to get over the edge of the stairs. A loud scratch then was heard on the drivers side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/908244/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/53076/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Smart eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then decide the so called driver was too heavy and changed to a smaller and lighter lady driver. There, the men were trying again to push the car slowly down the stairs using the wood. It was also to no avail. As they were trying and figuring out what to do. I took a nice picture of the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/899549/DSC04681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/744711/DSC04681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful...looks canggih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the damaged side and took a picture of the dent. You can see the reflection of the light as the car is coming down from the stairs. Otherwise there will be no reflection if there's no dent. Even the clip was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/40306/DSC04679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/497220/DSC04679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poor car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think so easy of this matter and kept wondering why this happen when the car is going down but not when it's going up. DUH...!!! Think people think....don't just stand there and look...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8587037078263500?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8587037078263500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8587037078263500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8587037078263500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8587037078263500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/poor-smart.html' title='Poor Smart'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-8705218470282232034</id><published>2006-12-05T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:49:12.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Festival 2006</title><content type='html'>The recent Jazz Festival which happened at Bayview Beach Resort was breathtaking. Supposingly to go with McEmo and then meet McDrummer there. McEmo cancelled last minute leaving me no choice but to go alone. I dragged Suki along with me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was already late i see no point in paying the RM40 just for an hour or so. We decided then to just hang out at the garden and enjoy the great jazz going on inside. My legs were moving even when lying down on the poolside chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to jazz fest were finally open when we were almost leaving. So we decided to walk inside for a while. Denise Mininfield from the USA was singing that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/830860/DSC04688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/449009/DSC04688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Check out the powerful singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was great. Even Suki is dancing. The crowd was almost double the ones last year and very co-operative too. McDrummer didn't reply my message that night. I guess he's just too tired from Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/184267/DSC04689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/370696/DSC04689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The projector for those FAR FAR away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in there for more another hour. I bought a beer to go along with the Jazz. They have everybody up on the stage to show off their skill a bit. surprisingly some were very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/739040/DSC04691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/462689/DSC04691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A closer look of the performers and the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Jazz Fest 2006 t-shirt for a worthwhile RM25 on the way out. For those who miss this Jazz Festival, or those who haven't been to Jazz Fest. BE THERE NEXT YEAR. Same place, Bayview Beach Resorts on the first weekend of December 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.....you're gonna love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8705218470282232034?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8705218470282232034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8705218470282232034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8705218470282232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8705218470282232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/jazz-festival-2006.html' title='Jazz Festival 2006'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-3974806025574958246</id><published>2006-12-01T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:15:05.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....Wrong Number</title><content type='html'>My colleague was on leave to spend time with her kids today. I have the whole office all to myself. Nothing much happen the whole day accept for some calls here and there. Till it was around 3pm I receive this call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eminence...&lt;br /&gt;Man : Can I speak to Mr. Wong, please.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sorry, there's no Mr. Wong here.&lt;br /&gt;Man : Oh...sorry sorry...wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hung up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 5 seconds to that call. Another call came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eminence....&lt;br /&gt;Man : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me : You're looking for Mr.Wong, right?&lt;br /&gt;Man : How you know?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cause you called just now.&lt;br /&gt;Man : Oh....sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hung up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 4 seconds. Yet another call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eminence....&lt;br /&gt;Man : Err......? Where is this place?&lt;br /&gt;Me : What number you called?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Is  this 2611396&lt;br /&gt;Me : No. This is 2611936. Hahahaha. Look at the number when you dial.&lt;br /&gt;Man : Hahahahaha okay okay. Sorry ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hung up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add i was in a good mood today and the man's voice was like....fuh...nice. Else i'll just tell him off. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-3974806025574958246?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3974806025574958246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=3974806025574958246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3974806025574958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/3974806025574958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorrywrong-number.html' title='Sorry....Wrong Number'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-1796972382422377900</id><published>2006-11-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:43:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won Again...hehe</title><content type='html'>I am one day late in blogging about this. Recently i've been very broke. Lend my money to a friend and she fails to return yet. More over thanks to our accounts department which gave our pay on the 18th last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i was left with only RM3 in my pocket. Went dinner with Edward and saw a horrific accident between a Mercedes and a bus kilang. That night Kern told me that Yang Hean wanted to go GLO. Suki was feeling bored and lonely these days wanted to join. I on the other hand was a little tired. On the way home, mom called and ask me to buy dinner for her. I bought a RM1.80 pao for her. There i was left with RM1.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home at 11 plus and called Suki. I agreed to go for a while and back early. Since it's been a month or so i haven't been clubbing. Car was out of petrol and with just RM1.20 in my pocket i borrowed RM10 from Suki. Suki then offered to lend me another RM10 for spare but i refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached GLO and they were having this stupid Video game which makes me feel a little regret in going that night. The game was the dancing mat with arrow where you have to follow the screen. Me and Suki were cursing the game all the way. Frankie and Mamu tried to pull me up to join the stupid dancing video game thingy. I almost ran from where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long boring event. Came the dancing diva. I was telling Suki, if they call me up the stage, i'll go. She say...are you sure you wanna join. Sure why not, anyway this is not the first time that i'm on GLO's stage. Moreover i may go with RM1.20 in my pocket but leave with RM556.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, Sherry asked Eddie to call my name and i went up. I was the last among four contestants. The two finallist then have to play with ice this time, and i was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came off the stage i saw this guy, a friend's friend. Seen this guy like 3 or 4 times at glo before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Guy : Open bottle ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I also dunno how much i won also.&lt;br /&gt;Fat Guy : RM Should be RM400&lt;br /&gt;Me : See how la....i came with only 1 friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy then came with a bunch of friends and stood behind Suki. After being clean from alcohol for a month, i get a little high just by drinking the whisky and stout. When i telling Suki that we should leave, the fat guy looked at me and gestured to me 'where's your bottle? i'm thirsty.' I just wave and chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and suki adjourned to Williams place then. I opened a bucket of beer and treated them. That night was finally fun towards the end. Maybe cos all three of us were intoxcicated at the end. That night i went home with RM356.20 before deducting the beer and food i paid. All i can say that it was a fun and productive night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1796972382422377900?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1796972382422377900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1796972382422377900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1796972382422377900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1796972382422377900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-won-againhehe.html' title='I Won Again...hehe'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-2139525147787450565</id><published>2006-11-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:07:51.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Keith</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the birthday of a dear friend. We've known each other for so many years and glad that we still stay as friends apart from the differences. It's weird to say, we don't share a group of friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those happy times shared are very well kept in my memory box. You will still be the one whom i'll look for when my car broke down. Hehe. Glad to see that you are now moving up in your career and love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through my memory box today and found these.....when you came to support the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/P8020247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/P8020247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/P8020248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/P8020248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time we've known each other, i can only find these two. The only pictures we've ever taken. Turns out to be good looking too...we should take pictures with your camera more often. Your camera is very kind to me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you're in need. Be there when you least feel good about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...cheers my friend and HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2139525147787450565?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2139525147787450565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2139525147787450565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2139525147787450565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2139525147787450565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-keith.html' title='Happy Birthday - Keith'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-2409985991835523835</id><published>2006-11-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:46:57.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 1 year + 1 month</title><content type='html'>Ah girls have learnt how to walk steadily now. Learnt to ask for things. Could'nt speak very well though. Good in imitating others gimmicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/9027/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/145777/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously ah girl needs a hair cut by now. With her struggling in the chair, everyone had a hard time getting her hair nicely cut. The barber missed out a stroke of the scissors and cut a whole chunk of hair and left ah girl with a hole of hair missing. Daddy then decides for ah girl to go bald this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/381061/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/833579/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...Bald but still looks cute. More teeth ah girl have now....SIX. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2409985991835523835?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2409985991835523835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2409985991835523835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2409985991835523835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2409985991835523835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-year-1-month.html' title='Taasha - 1 year + 1 month'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-9028242671634833025</id><published>2006-11-21T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:02:51.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping II</title><content type='html'>After the long wait for everyone to get the same holiday to go camping. We decided the date like a week before the actual day. Everything was in a rush...with me and kern having to prepare food this time.  We just couldn't care about the rest. At the end of the day a few important things were missed out thanks to our Pang The Absend Minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/387972/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/723036/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old crazy people/monkey. We missed Jimmy this time, which was bad for Yeow The Fisherman. We thought we would have Suki to join us this time but thanks to her 'auntie' which came to visit and has not left. Glad to say we have proper tent this trip. We have one big tent equipt with proper door and windows too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/831150/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/848060/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nice dandy tent all set up and soooo...nice to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to this so called water fall for a dip in the cold cold water. Lots of pictures were taken there too. Lots of funny acts from the boys. We would just have to wait for the photographers to come with the pictures. PANG....WHERE ARE ALL THE PICTURES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with 3 tents we ended up sleeping in the porch at night due to the heavy rain. Lucky us there were not many campers that day. Else the porch will be full of wet and dirty campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/117078/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/420382/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also very proud and thanks to my partner Kern for making this as the best food ever for campers. We have hard boiled egg, sausages and sanwiches. Not to mention, our maggie mee this time.....MMMMMMM..BEST LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more....the tummy shows you how full he is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-9028242671634833025?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9028242671634833025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=9028242671634833025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/9028242671634833025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/9028242671634833025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/camping-ii.html' title='Camping II'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-7534823216062743935</id><published>2006-11-20T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:03:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Place ....</title><content type='html'>Met up with a guy which i know through frienster the other day. His profile and photos made him look like a very interesting person to befriend with. Not to mention....not bad looking also. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he called and we met up at this futsall place, Sampan. Talked a little over iced tea and find it was quite boring and noisy with all tv on with football on the screen. He then offered to go for a drink...and when i say drink....i mean alcoholic drinks. During our conversation we talked about the places we normally go. So he asked whether do i want to go to Oriental for a beer or two, since that is the place i normally go for karaoke these days. He told me he recently visits this night club next to Sampan for business purpose quite often and knows the people there well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, why not night club then....i've never been to a night club before. It wouldn't kill to have a beer or two just to check out the place. I've been to clubs, pubs, karaokes but never a night club before. Anyways our plan is just to have a little to drink and also away from the noisy Sampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night club, whatever it's called is located at the side of Garden Inn where Marco Polo restaurant use to be. We went upstairs and opened the door and in an instant i felt chills running through my spine. I see a lot of guys hanging around and also GRO hanging around. The place is very well furnished with a bar on at the main launch and the rest are basically private karaoke rooms. In my mind i was thinking to myself, this place is weird for me and i too appear weird in the eyes of the people there. Isaac then told me to sit at the couch for a while. He then went and look for the 'mother' there, just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was away for almost 10-15 mins i guess, but it feels like hours there waiting. Soon after a waiter came to me and said....'Room 11'. I looked at him in awe....and went 'HUH ?' Then he said...'Isaac is in Room 11, he asked me to come get you.' I was like.....Ohhhhh....ok ok...in great relief. For a moment there i thought i was mistaken for a GRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in, sat down and to my surprise the karaoke set is actually working with flat screen TV too. We then drank a half bottle Chivas which he have left from previous visits. Supposingly to have a glass of beer or two just for a chat and we end up finishing two half bottle of Chivas that night. We then went our separate ways after the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still freaks me out a little about the 'Room 11' thingy. I guess that kind of places are not meant for ladies after all. Unless you are 'working'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-7534823216062743935?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7534823216062743935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7534823216062743935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7534823216062743935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7534823216062743935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-my-place.html' title='Not My Place ....'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-2160468215684581117</id><published>2006-11-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:26:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes shit happens and leaves you with questions. Questions which have so many answers which you are not able to pick. Every answer has it's own solution. Solutions for you to choose from. When there's choice....there's risks. When there's risks...there's questions again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you will think...why does this shit have to happen to me? If there's GOD....why does HE have to be so cruel to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually one day you will reach a certain point, where you have made your choice to deal with the shit. That very day...will then lead to another set of questions....the could have and the should have. All mind bordering facts will appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get tired....just tired of all the thinking, tired of holding on. To hold on and be strong is a very tiring task. To portray a happy face in front of people are all out of ego. The shame of letting people know that you are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just that troublesome sometimes...when you have to deal with all those problems. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we can gain control of the present and the future? Will the questions go away then????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2160468215684581117?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2160468215684581117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2160468215684581117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2160468215684581117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2160468215684581117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-7000045219497883838</id><published>2006-11-18T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:27:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Call me when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lend you my ear...share my thoughts...even my time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what ever i can...just to make you better.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best...to understand...to try in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Lend you my shoulder in case you need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your tears and cover your shame.&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you alone when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....when i need you here...just here with me...&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-7000045219497883838?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7000045219497883838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=7000045219497883838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7000045219497883838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/7000045219497883838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-4920706128767244608</id><published>2006-11-17T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:42:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiss...Hiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom don't usually wake me up early in the morning, but this morning was exceptional. She woke me up like so early...like 6am....wah lau..i was still in dreamland. Yeah.. i know some of you actually wake up that early. Well..i start work at 9am, i only need 15 mins to get ready and my house to office is only 10 mins drive. So usually i wake up at 8.15am or sometimes 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at mom's freaked out face..i asked....'hamisu...?' in a very sleepy voice leaning againts the room door. 'You come and see la...' mom said. I was like....WHAT???? wake me up just to ask me to go see something. This better be good. Reluctant to move away from by bed more i asked again....'Go see what?' Then mom gave me the news which wakes me up from my dream in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Got snake...&lt;br /&gt;Me : What snake?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Gim cua...(python)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : My room...i woke up and saw that fella by hole at the wall. Come and see la.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Big or not?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Big also...now coming inside d...how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went over to her room and look from outside. The snake was at the roof slowly slithering it's way towards the door. We then went to the hall to figure out what to do and who to call. Mom then thought of this odd job worker staying nearby. She then went with her motorbike to call Ah Bok. I went to monitor where the snake goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fella never stop moving..slowly making it's way out to the kitchen. Still on the wooden roof foundation that fella move slowly through the gap on top of the kitchen door and out. I switched on the lights over there and follows the snake. In slow motion the snake is now heading downwards and about to enter my room. I make a 'hiss' sound as if not allowing that fella to go in. The snake gave me a stare in the face sticking it's tounge out...hiss hiss...I thought ok la ...go lah where ever you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to the hall to get my phone, in mind to call my mom asking what took her so long. I came back and the snake was in a VERY nice position with it's body in the window and head out facing me. I on my HP camera trying to take nice picture of the snake. It was too dark that i have to on the camera flash. With the flash to it's face the stupid snake went inside. I only able to capture this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/1600/754245/17-11-06_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/475/2771/320/79594/17-11-06_0640.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom then came with Ah Bok, by then the snake went in to my room already and was on the curtain when i went back to see. While i was leaving to get hold of Nikko i saw the snake's body fell off the curtain. Ah Bok went into my room and tried to catch the snake. When i saw he was trying to grab it with the tongs the snake was struggling. He too was struggling to get it in the plastic bag. The battle went on for around 5 - 10 mins before the human finally won. Mom paid Ah Bok a hefty RM20.00 for the good work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then looked at each other with the 'fuh' look in our eyes. Mom went to work, while i sat and watch TV. Still a little too freaked out from the unwanted visit. As mom was going on her bike, she turned and with a smile she say...'eh...people say, snake enters the house. It brings luck.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-4920706128767244608?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4920706128767244608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4920706128767244608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4920706128767244608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4920706128767244608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/hisshiss.html' title='Hiss...Hiss'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-1377138738235103295</id><published>2006-10-17T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:07:27.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Nature</title><content type='html'>Stumble across a stall selling flowers while 'shopping' at the market in 7th street. The beautiful flowers just gets me to stop a little while to enjoy the scenery. Get me wondering....if life can be that beautiful. Just plain 'NICE' wouldn't it be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/05-10-06_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/05-10-06_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help myself but took out my handphone and snap a nice picture of the beautiful nature's creation. Every petal are so well and nice. Not even one missing i think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/05-10-06_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/05-10-06_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't nature GREAT ?? &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-1377138738235103295?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1377138738235103295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=1377138738235103295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1377138738235103295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/1377138738235103295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/stumble-across-stall-selling-flowers.html' title='Wonderful Nature'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-8380229850192698600</id><published>2006-10-16T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:05:41.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Yet Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's time again for ah girl to get her shots. Went to fetch her on Friday to get the injection done at the nearby Block A Klinik Ibu dan Anak. Brought along Ellie just in case ah girl merajuk after the shot, at least someone is there to help me drive while i try to calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the clinic and as usual ah girl has to be weighed. I first tried to lay her down on top of the weighing machine but she refuses and kept sitting up. The nurse then says it's ok to just let her sit on the machine. When i let go of my hands holding her she starts bouncing and laughing on the machine making the needle of the weighing machine go crazy. Then i have to hold her down a while and take a quick look at her weight. She's 9.7 kgs now, no wonder my hands hurt after every playtime. Then came the time to measure her height she kept walking here and there. I tried to hold her still for the nurse to measure with the measuring tape but ah girl just pull the tape away from the nurse thinking it's a toy. Kids kids....everything are toys to them. The nurse eventually gave up and went to prepare the needle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i brought ah girl into the room, she looked around the room then looked at me with a little fear in her eyes. The room looks familiar to her, she's been here a few times before. I was thinking to myself. This is gonna be loud. Unlike the previous times she is more clever now in terms of getting people's attention. I thought this time she's gonna cry non stop till god knows when. I hold her down and pressed her legs down for the nurse to jab her. When the needle enters her flesh she let out a loud scream....then stop. Just one time. Just one cry...then back to laughing. I was like...OMG...my girl is tough wei. Just like mummy....tough chick.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/12-10-06_1438.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/12-10-06_1438.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see....after jab still so happy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GIRL!!~~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8380229850192698600?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8380229850192698600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8380229850192698600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8380229850192698600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8380229850192698600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-time-again-for-ah-girl-to-get-her.html' title='Small Yet Tough'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-4599286005789109964</id><published>2006-10-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:40:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Girl</title><content type='html'>It's been a year....my girl have grown so much. We both have learnt so much from each other. Ah girl turned 1 on the 4th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See how much she have grown.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that most people will buy clothes for kids on their birthdays, i decided to buy toys instead. Some noisy toys for her to enjoy playing with. Introduced by my colleage and also a friend who's in Australia now, myself, kern and cheryl went to this big toy shop along Jalan Prangin. My friend call it The Pink Toy Shop. The shop is the ultimate toy shop for kids and the price are way cheaper than Toys r Us. Beat that....it's even cheaper than pasar malam price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i was little i used to have that inflatable toy with weight at the bottom. That was my favourite toy when i was small. It will bounch back everytime it's knocked down..like damn cool how the thing works. In mandarine we call it 'pu dao ung' (non falling toy). Mine was a gift from some petrol station. It is my girl's first birthday so i thought i would present her with my favourite toy, except with a new one of course. Ah girl love it when she first saw it...she's gonna have the same great taste as mummy...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah girl is also into phones...so i got her a handphone as wan yau has bought her a line phone...thanks godmom. The phone only costs me RM 2.00...isn't that shop great? and it comes with the batteries too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/04-10-06_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/04-10-06_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bangle grandma gave....nice huh....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-4599286005789109964?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4599286005789109964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4599286005789109964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4599286005789109964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4599286005789109964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-my-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday My Girl'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-4157005733709740349</id><published>2006-10-12T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:10:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First &amp; The Last</title><content type='html'>I was down with food poisoning last Sunday. The diarrhea got serious towards the night. This was a little different from normal diahroea as there was no pain at all. One moment you have that feeling of letting off a fart but then realise that both came together, wind and poo. So everytime i feel like farting....i know it's coming. My tummy got so bloated with wind it kept me from having a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like almost 6 times during the night just to let go. Till it was around 6am when my mom woke up and told me. 'I think you better go see a doctor.' That phrase is not a norm to hear from my mom, who will force us to go to school even when we are having fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so dehidrated the next morning it feels like another hang over from a happening party the night before. Called the office to inform that i was on MC then went to the clinic. This time i choose to go to this clinic at Prima Tanjung instead of the Policlinic Yik where i use to visit. Dr. Yik is a little expensive and should i say...good for those who wants MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual i went to the Registration Counter and get myself registered as a patient. The lady then asked whether am i alergic to any medicine. I showed her my slip from GH where another unfortunate event happened which showed the name of the medicine i'm alergic to. It is always best to show them when we can't read the doctors writing or not even sure of how to pronounce the name of that particular medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting there waiting for my turn, i almost doze off. You could just imagine how tired i was going through all that squatting in the toilet. Finally it was my turn, the doc greated me with this funny voice he was having. Somehow the doc have this high pitch yet husky voice which was quite hilarious. He did what he was supposed to do and then i was out sitting again waiting for my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price was reasonable for the amount of medication i was given. I went home with a packet of porridge and was about to take my med. That was then i receive a call from the weird voiced doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc : Is this Teoh Mei Fang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc : I see here it's stated that you are alergic to Buscopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Er....Yes....(not sure if that was the correct pronunciation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc : Ohh....the small white colour tablet.....don't take....that one is Buscopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Er....ok (stunned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky the call came a little early, else i will have to be send to the hospital for a shot. I swore to myself...that will be the first and the last visit to that unprofessional doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-4157005733709740349?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4157005733709740349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=4157005733709740349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4157005733709740349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/4157005733709740349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-last.html' title='The First &amp; The Last'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-9191325711017023447</id><published>2006-09-14T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:59:53.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>All my life i barely know my grandparents. Seeing all my peers talking about how their grandma or grandpa will sometimes make me wish for at least one. My grandparents those on my father's side both passed away even before i was born. As for my mom's side both passed away when i was a kid. I was still too small to know anything then. Sometimes it just makes me sad that i don't even have the chance to get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend is having a hard time cos her grandma is sick. I can say i barely know her grandma. What i know is grandma like to watch a lot of Astro and have a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will have that fear in loosing our love ones. Sometimes even a breakup in a relationship breaks the heart so much that some decide to end their live completely. I have lost my love one once before and the fear of another one coming is always here. Cause we all know that no one is immortal. As much as we want our love ones to be with us forever, we will have to face the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/Me%20n%20granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/Me%20n%20granny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for grandma over there, hope you feel better and get well soon. Be strong, everyone is standing by for you. I am sure a great person like you will have great returns....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-9191325711017023447?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9191325711017023447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=9191325711017023447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/9191325711017023447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/9191325711017023447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-8535825986778257428</id><published>2006-09-13T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:17:11.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + Saree = Sui</title><content type='html'>As you know Taasha is a chindian, which make her father an Indian. A lot has been asking me whether have i worn a saree before. The answer is yes, i wore saree like twice. Once being my big day, and the other was during some ceremony when i was 7 months pregnant. So there goes...for those people who are still wondering how i would look in saree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/me%20saree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/me%20saree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, i only have 3 photos of me in a saree. Only spent RM80 unlike those who spent thousands on that. Don't you think i look good in red saree????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-8535825986778257428?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8535825986778257428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=8535825986778257428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8535825986778257428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/8535825986778257428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-you-know-taasha-is-chindian-which.html' title='Me + Saree = Sui'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-2628657481976489973</id><published>2006-09-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:22:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend In Deed</title><content type='html'>To Yau,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/Picture%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Days pass by so fast, a little too fast for some. Remember the times when we were still in high school...? Those were the times in my life where i feel most unforgetable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We used to hang out at Taman Teguh ping pong room, chilling and doing nothing. Have hokkien char at Sri Pantai while doing our projects. We see each other almost everyday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it came the day where you have to move down to KL, it broke my heart. The fear of loosing a friend to distance was unbearable. The feeling was the same with my brother's departure to US. It's more like loosing a member in the family. The farewell BBQ at Rasa Sayang was not enjoyable at all. The heart was aching so severely and the brain constantly reminding to keep a smily face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All that thinking and aching are all crap. Though we are so far in distance but always near at heart. I can say i'm a very problematic person. Constantly facing crappy situations and you will be the first i call. Don't really know is that good or bad...hehe. You are the one who helped me put the pieces all together when the puzzle was shattered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me....you are no longer considered a friend..you are a part of my life. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2628657481976489973?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2628657481976489973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2628657481976489973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2628657481976489973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2628657481976489973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/friend-in-deed.html' title='A Friend In Deed'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-2135601660953071500</id><published>2006-09-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:17:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 FOR 3 or 3 FOR 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today i went to Suki's office to have lunch. Andrew was on MC and decide to tag along. I went over to fetch Andrew and then went to Swatow Lane to buy Char Koay Teow for myself and Suki. Andrew the sick boy end up with Heavy Mee (one tonne mee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swallowing our food, Suki then complained that the Koay Teow cannot even fill her tummy one bit. Me and Andrew agree that we're not that full too. Andrew then went over to the opposite kopitiam to get a packet of Chicken rice to share among the 3 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Andrew : Uncle chicken rice 1 packet please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Uncle : Ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(uncle then packed the chicken rice and together with that he put a spoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Andrew : Uncle ar...can give me 3 spoons ar...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Uncle : Woah...economy so bad ar....3 person have to share 1 packet of rice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Andrew then even bought a packet of cham peng and asked for 2 straws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-2135601660953071500?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2135601660953071500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=2135601660953071500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2135601660953071500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/2135601660953071500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-for-3-or-3-for-1.html' title='1 FOR 3 or 3 FOR 1'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115769198710316676</id><published>2006-09-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:17:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodak Moment</title><content type='html'>Girls......take a look at yourselves......don't you think you take too many pictures of the same kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was taken in BED...during Cheryl's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in GLO...notice the redundancy...kern on the left...cheryl on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time they turned things around a wee bit...just a wee bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's a camera....these two...just can't stop snapping the same thing over and over again. Maybe they are just trying to get that KODAK MOMENT and are still trying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying posing a little next time........SEE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/DSC03752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/DSC03752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate KODAK MOMENT....taken in the typical ah lian style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115769198710316676?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115769198710316676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115769198710316676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115769198710316676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115769198710316676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/kodak-moment-girls.html' title='Kodak Moment'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115753184347113144</id><published>2006-09-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:42:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 11 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/03-09-06_1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/03-09-06_1925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the ground,&lt;br /&gt;She walks here and there,&lt;br /&gt;She pound and pound,&lt;br /&gt;So that mummy could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/03-09-06_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/03-09-06_1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy calls her Ah Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky her hair is not curled,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she reached out,&lt;br /&gt;Just so that she don't feel left out. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115753184347113144?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115753184347113144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115753184347113144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115753184347113144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115753184347113144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/taasha-11-months-all-over-ground-she.html' title='Taasha - 11 Months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115744043522512509</id><published>2006-09-05T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:13:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'IT' Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Do you have 'that' thing towards the opposite sex which you prefer most. Some guys likes ladies who are petit, some like them with short hair some like them long. Just that 'it' thing which attracts you , forcing you to have a second look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have a friend who particularly like men/boys who wears a cap...preferably white caps. Those who have a decent physique and wears a cap will catch her attention. Then she will go...eh eh...cap dude wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have another friend who like skinny guys. Not sure why tho...but skinny. When she have sex with her boyfriend I call it 'c'ng kut' (hockkien for chewing bones). All bones wei...where are all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I guess different people just like different kinda looks. I heard this story from my brother saying that he met this fat girl. As she was complaining about her boyfriends ex-girlfriend and my bro came up with what he thought would be a solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Bro : Go beat her up la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fat Girl : Cannot la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Bro : Why cannot? Sure you will win wan...no offends..i'm not saying you're fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(wink wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fat Girl : Cannot wei...the ex is way bigger than me...sure loose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Bro : &lt;em&gt;*faint*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So...for those who always feel that you are a little over weight..need not worry. There are guys around who will like FAT people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115744043522512509?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115744043522512509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115744043522512509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115744043522512509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115744043522512509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-factor-do-you-have-that-thing.html' title='The &apos;IT&apos; Factor'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115640763426146449</id><published>2006-08-24T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:26:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLO = ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/1600/mast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="77" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/475/2771/320/mast.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located just opposite the office block where i'm working, GLO is situated in The Garage alongside SS Club and Hana K-Bar. Being quite a freguent visitor there, i was wondering what GLO stands for. While chatting with the club manager on MSN yeaterday i popped up the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamo says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = Good Manager&lt;br /&gt;L = London Capital Company&lt;br /&gt;O = Only No.1 Dance Club in Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei Mamo..i can come up with something better than that la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = Girls&lt;br /&gt;L = Loves&lt;br /&gt;O = Orgasms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = Gays&lt;br /&gt;L = Loves&lt;br /&gt;O = Orgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = Gays&lt;br /&gt;L = Lesbians&lt;br /&gt;O = Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and so on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i personally like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;L = Looking&lt;br /&gt;O = Orang Utans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115640763426146449?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115640763426146449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115640763426146449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115640763426146449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115640763426146449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/glo-located-just-opposite-office-block.html' title='GLO = ???'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115639789555099054</id><published>2006-08-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:38:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soothing Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/06-08-06_1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/06-08-06_1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/03-08-06_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/03-08-06_1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/03-08-06_1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/03-08-06_1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i feel a little not myself...they help me put myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course...accompanied by the stress burner. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115639789555099054?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115639789555099054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115639789555099054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115639789555099054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115639789555099054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/soothing-sight-whenever-i-feel-little.html' title='A Soothing Sight'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115623734874759428</id><published>2006-08-22T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:13:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoop Dogg Spotted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/mamu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/mamu.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have seem him...but i bet none of you has ever look at him the way i do. He's is not just a manager of a club....but SNOOP DOGG's homie or something.....check out the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/1600/742368848.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/742368848.0.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...do you see him the way i do...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115623734874759428?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115623734874759428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115623734874759428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115623734874759428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115623734874759428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/snoop-dogg-spotted-as-some-of-you-may.html' title='Snoop Dogg Spotted'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115621151021753738</id><published>2006-08-22T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:51:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just....cute..... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115621151021753738?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115621151021753738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115621151021753738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115621151021753738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115621151021753738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/taasha-10-months-isnt-she-just.html' title='Taasha - 10 Months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115596186992599502</id><published>2006-08-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:33:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Freak</title><content type='html'>I was down with fever + cough + flu last night. Went to bed very early like....8pm. Woke up to a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me : Hello....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Emo : Hello...(very low emo voice) what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me : Sleep d... I'm sick ler... What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Emo : 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me : Why you call me at 5am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Emo : Don't call... don't call la... (hang up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked my hp clock and it's only 11.30pm. The call apparently got me angry. Switch off my hp and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei...Mr. Emo...have some conscience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115596186992599502?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115596186992599502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115596186992599502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115596186992599502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115596186992599502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-freak-i-was-down-with-fever-cough.html' title='Emo Freak'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115596043052878865</id><published>2006-08-19T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:07:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message In A Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Last night's dinner was great...being the last day of Win Sern's holiday, mom cooked us a 3 dish 1 soup dinner. As I was clearing out the table after dinner, i saw this pink postcard with a very familiar handwriting. It says........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dear Mom and Sis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now, there's only the two of you in the house. Don't get angry at each other. I'll be back soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To Mom : That postcard was addressed to me too. How come i was not aware of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To Bro : 'SOON' huh....like when...how soon is soon....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After reading the postcard, tears came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115596043052878865?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115596043052878865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115596043052878865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115596043052878865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115596043052878865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/message-in-postcard-last-nights-dinner.html' title='Message In A Postcard'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115571869366555824</id><published>2006-08-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:25:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Some Questioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Referring to my previous entry, I lost a little of the Saturday night to the liquors. Wanting to know what i did and did not do that night, i went for some questioning and this is what i got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kern - You never talk crap but just walk like drunk people only. You talked to Pang like... VERY close. Hugged Hon and Steven who sent me home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cheryl - Dunno what you spoke to KS but you both laughed. You walked in and out of the house a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sofi - You guys drank 3 bottles of liquor i remembered (and i thought it was only 2). You talked crap to me and i was like....WTF. Keep on telling me you're drunk. Walked from one corner to another talking to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ohhhh GAWD......to those people whom i've spoken to and forgotten....VERY SORRY....&lt;/span&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/22700507-115571869366555824?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115571869366555824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115571869366555824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115571869366555824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115571869366555824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-some-questioning-referring-to-my.html' title='After Some Questioning'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115563906553421482</id><published>2006-08-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:56:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hennessy + Chivas + Beer = 1 Drunk Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The day started out very innocent. I went to work as usual with nothing to do. Spend almost half the day in the office doing nothing. Almost rot in the chair till a friend called to have lunch at around 3.30pm. I went all the way up to Bayan Lepas to have lunch, then hang out a bit in his office before we left around 6.00pm for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the respective coffee shop at around 6.30pm. Not feeling so hungry yet, i only orderred a plate of char koay kak. Afraid that if i don't eat i will definately get drunk that night. After a few chats and then we parted and head home. I then showered and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kern then called after her dinner at around 11.30pm. I woke up and change into something just comfortable and yet not so lame for clubbing. I went and picked her up, on the way Kenny called and wanted to follow me to pick them. So he followed me to pick Kern and Cheryl. Supposed to pick Suki too, but that fella was too busy with some guy. Damn you Suki...aeroplane me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to GLO and the first thing i did was took a few gulps of the beer handed by Jiam. Kenny then came in with Danny, they both opened a bottle of Hennessy. Kern and Cheryl bare drank the bottle. Danny went missing a while, leaving me and Kenny there with the bottle. Ben then turned up and got to know Kenny and the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was in hyper mood that night. Before even finishing the Hennessy, he ordered a bottle of Chivas. At the same time, Hon and Steven put a bucket of beer there and asked me to drink. I knew that time....i'm a gonna be gonez. I then pass my keys to Kern, seeing that she's still very much sober. That fella like cheated and didn't even drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In around 1 1/2 hours, all the booze there were cleared. Leaving me, drunk. Let me tell you what i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;taking a cup of lime juice from the bar for Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;went to toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;saw Pang and asked 'Lu ane ua lai cor hamik?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;went to say good bye to Sofi (couldn't remember the exact words i said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;saw Frankie and said 'How come i didn't see you tonight?' (totally forgot what he said to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;went into Hon's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;asking him to stop for me to finally vomit the crap out. I think i was some where along Gurney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;reached home and vomited again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's a lot of the night which i couldn't remember. Anyone with the info please do let me know.&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/22700507-115563906553421482?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115563906553421482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115563906553421482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115563906553421482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115563906553421482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/hennessy-chivas-beer-1-drunk-chick-day.html' title='Hennessy + Chivas + Beer = 1 Drunk Chick'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115536348274421517</id><published>2006-08-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:18:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Detail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/04-01-06_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/04-01-06_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes....in deed...the driver is an old ar-ma. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115536348274421517?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115536348274421517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115536348274421517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115536348274421517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115536348274421517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/simple-detail-yes.html' title='The Simple Detail'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115519728086651066</id><published>2006-08-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:00:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kern's Birthday Cum Dancing Diva Finals</title><content type='html'>What a coincidence....everytime i go on stage to perform it must be someone's birthday. The first being Edison's, the second was mine, and the third is Kern's. Remember, i once shared the winning with two ladies on my birthday. Well, i was called to enter the finals. So i thought what the hell...i did it twice, what is the third. Being the prize was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gathered some friends to make the birthday celebration fun and also to support me. The club was full, i was told there was about 700 over people who turned up to watch the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot mamas and papas who turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told the competition would start at 11.30pm but we were fooled. It didn't start till around 1am. All the contestants were called to the office and we were briefed what we can and cannot do. We draw lots to see who goes first and so on. After all said and done....all contestants are called to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first...wow...she can move...her hips and her waise can move like Shakira. As a matter of fact, she chosed that Hips Don't Lie song. Fellas i can tell you...her hips never lies. They were fantastics...but easy to forget. Cos it was the same all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second came Nikki, the girl with the beautiful face. Nikki was ok...she danced to My Neck My Back, a very sexy and catchy tune to dance to. She just do her thing but also easy to forget. Just like the first, great dance move but not a good performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was me, never let me comment myself...i leave that to you guys who watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth....you got to watch this. Her name is Stephanie...well i think. She is at least 3 times my size. Damn she's good. With her appearance...the crowd went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fifth, sixth, seventh and then the last Tiffany. Well her's is one hell of a performance. Check out the chick with the red thong. That's Tiffany. She even took out her bikini at one point. And was braless throughout the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four finallist have to get wet and work the crowd again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is quite clear, the first went to Stephanie. Second being Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third...to the lady in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115519728086651066?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115519728086651066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115519728086651066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115519728086651066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115519728086651066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/kerns-birthday-cum-dancing-diva-finals.html' title='Kern&apos;s Birthday Cum Dancing Diva Finals'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115336631310245850</id><published>2006-07-20T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:31:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taasha - 9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini me now can walk, wave and say tata and even....shout at you when she's not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just brilliant for a 9 month old. Woah...... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115336631310245850?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115336631310245850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115336631310245850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115336631310245850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115336631310245850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/07/taasha-9-months-mini-me-now-can-walk.html' title='Taasha - 9 Months'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115278538182301088</id><published>2006-07-13T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:10:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So...it's my birthday today. Eventually we have to do something about it right. So..last night me and a bunch of friends decided to celebrate my birthday in GLO considering that Edison's birthday there was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there a little late, met up with a friend at a club earlier for some booze and chat. Everybody was there already...drinking the beers at the table then. As usual, every Wednesday GLO will have the Dancing Diva competition for the ladies there. There will be around 6 -7 girls up there dancing one by one to the song they choose and then decide the winner to the crowd cheers and the price is quite good, RM 555 and some vouchers too. Last night was a little special, each of us gets a ticket to the Rave party happening in Fort Conwallis this coming 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the competition came to place. My friend....my VERY good friend pointed at me and the DJ pulled me up. I was tense a little i should say....but just a little as this is the 2nd time for me. The 1st was being Edison's birthday, I was set up by Pang then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not prepared whatsoever, don't know which song to dance to. Randomly the DJ choose the girls one by one to dance. After 4 has done finishing their dance, then it was my turn. The DJ went like....next we have Melisa...and guys...its her birthday today...the crowd went wild. I have no idea how the DJ got to know its my birthday also. Then when asked to choose my song...i was still blur. So i said to the DJ...cincai la...whatever song you play i'll just dance to it. Then came Don't Cha by the PCD, then i start to do my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 10 contestants, 3 was choosen to be finalist. The first was a couple of ladies then the one who can really shake her ass and then me. We then have to dance to another song all together. They have jugs of plain water ready for us to wet ourselves so we look more sexy. I have 2 jugs poured on me and then Jiam came and gave me a bucket of ice water....OOoooOOoo that was cold...The crowd went wild when the couple start kissing each other. Who won't love to see 2 girls kissing each other... i know i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...finally when all was over, the DJ pull one by one and ask the crowd to cheer according to their liking. First came the kissing couple....the crowd went wild... Then the booty girl.....wow. Last but not least...me. It turned out to be a tie between me and the couple. We each got RM250.00, a Baptain Hair Saloon voucher, a tank top, and a Rave Party ticket. All worth getting wet for. As for the booty girl, she was given the same except for the cash, she got RM50.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was wet and wild, all thanks to my friends. It was one of the best birthdays i've ever celebrated. Thanks again to all of you who showed up and also those who supported me in the competition. You guys are the ones who gave me the RM250.00 birthday gift. Arigato.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115278538182301088?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115278538182301088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115278538182301088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115278538182301088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115278538182301088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-to-me-so.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me~~'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115207338689624759</id><published>2006-07-05T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:30:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ARGH....yet another lame conversation. Can't you find some better things to say..????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...let me know what you think of this wei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today Italy won the match...being a fan of the famous and handsome Italian footballer Totti, his picture was on my display. Then........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;mrs totti&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ur husband win liao&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MeIF@nG-www.melisateoh.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;MeIF@nG-www.melisateoh.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;wkakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;lu de song le&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;husband win liao&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;u can earn more de&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MeIF@nG-www.melisateoh.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;wkakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;MeIF@nG-www.melisateoh.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;ya man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;he heheh&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;good i like tht&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Qi ~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;How....? Can you tell me how do I reply to continue this conversation? Cos I have no idea whatsoever. It has been 2 hours already prior to this entry. Still i'm not able to give her a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...damn it....i'll just leave it as it is....forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115207338689624759?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115207338689624759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115207338689624759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115207338689624759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115207338689624759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-ridiculous-argh_05.html' title='This Is Ridiculous'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115207215110896464</id><published>2006-07-05T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:02:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think its time for you to stop. I know you know who you are. Do not try to act stupid or act cute. You are not Paris Hilton nor Nichole Richie. These people act stupid and earn cash, in millions. You...the more you act stupid the more you drive people away from you. Cause it's just getting so annoying as days goes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its best to be yourself. Do not do things or act just to impress another. A true friend will accept you for who you are. We know that you are trying to get attention sometimes. Acting stupid and trying hard to be cute. We are all still here with you, is because we are your true friends. We hope that you will change to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115207215110896464?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115207215110896464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115207215110896464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115207215110896464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115207215110896464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-girl-i-think-its-time-for-you.html' title='Stupid Girls'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115200269429988187</id><published>2006-07-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:44:54.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liao Mer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today i had one of the most stupid conversation i've ever had on MSN. A conversation with no substance and not funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As usual i went out for lunch, collect some documents and then back to the office at around 3pm. Cheryl then msg me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cheryl: Back liao mer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melisa: Hannor...just came back nia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then i changed my status to Busy as i was getting busy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cheryl: Busy liao mer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melisa: Hannor...today like fuck...damn busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cheryl: Yaloh...somemore the weather is so hot outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melisa: Yalah....cibai loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cheryl: Cibai liao mer.....i like that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;See.......everything she says there's 'liao mer.....'. Damn......that's anoying wei.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115200269429988187?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115200269429988187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115200269429988187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115200269429988187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115200269429988187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/07/liao-mer.html' title='Liao Mer....'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115166389302711031</id><published>2006-06-30T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:12:35.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats</title><content type='html'>I was raised in a family of five, where i have 2 very bright brothers. My elder brother, KY and my younger brother Win Sern. I was the middle one who always gets into trouble. KY will always bully me and Win Sern being mommy's pet always get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/me%20and%20brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/me%20and%20brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 TEOHs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back like almost 9 years ago, my elder brother decides to go to US for his degree. I remember we were all there to bid him good bye. It never occure to me that i will feel the missing portion if he's gone. I even feel happy thinking that finally the one who use to bully me is finally going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending sometime there at the airport he finally went on the plane. Me and the rest of the family went home and then it started to hit me. The house suddenly feels so empty. No one to fight with me for the sofa, no one to debate with me what channel to watch. I then went to the room and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always proud to have him as my brother who's now staying in KL working his ass off. Always looking forward for his visits. Even my friends will see it from the look of my face, how happy i will be everytime he's coming back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today history repeats itself. My little brother is leaving for Kelantan to join USM there. Being the most obedient of all he's no doubt the most protected among the 3 of us. We went for breakfast this morning before i drop him at the bus station. Spending some alone time with my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this day will come later or at least let time pass by a little slower, but it just seems so fast and so soon now that he has to leave. After dropping him at the bus station, as i was turning to head for work, I couldn't help myself but to turn and look at him. Then tears came rolling down. Couldn't help but worried will he able to cope with everything and how soon will he be back for the first visit. I guess I still see him as my little brother and he will always be my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish that we can turn back time, back to the days when we were still kids. Everybody staying under the same roof where we have no worries but being worried by. All the memories remains memories. Wonderful childhood i had with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/lil%20siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/lil%20siblings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have to accept the fact that everybody is growing up. Now the house seems even more empty, leaving just me and mom. We will always be looking forward for their visits and never stop worrying about their well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both my brothers and i am very proud of what they have become. They will always hold a special place in my heart, specially made by a sister to brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115166389302711031?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115166389302711031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115166389302711031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115166389302711031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115166389302711031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/history-repeats-i-was-raised-in-family.html' title='History Repeats'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115131245580764665</id><published>2006-06-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:25:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantai Keracut</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 months since our trip to the other side of Penang Island, Pantai Keracut. I have heard of that place many many times but this is the first time i'm there. It's located somewhere at the end of Teluk Bahang. You can get there by taking a boat from the Teluk Bahang jetty or if you are athletic enough, you can hike all the way there. It should take around an hour or so...depends on your physical fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our trip started out not as well as we thought. The guys were almost an hour late, our friend brought his pet dog which then later have to be send home by his sister. After all the huru-hara and some breakfast. We then went up the boat and head to Pantai Keracut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantai Keracut...here we come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we reached there full of excitement. We were supposed to have 2 tents but we ended up with 1 perfect one...for the girls, definately and a cacat one. All because they couldn't find the metal thing which give the tent support. After setting up everything, we went fishing. Me, Yeow, Jimmy decided to go to the spot which we feel there's fish. Kern and Edison then tag along. We were enjoying our fishing when Pang came to crash the party by walking on the edge of the water. We went like...ARGHHHHH...that fella scare away all the fishes. Eventually, i believe in karma...Pang got punished for what he did. He got buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma...Pang....what goes around...comes around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the playing and the joking under the hot sun. We soon got tired and hungry. So one by one went and get ourselves a good shower and then get ready to cook some food. Edison says he's a 'cong por' (a cook in hokkien) so we let him do all the 'hard' work. He started out by getting the fire started with charcoal and stuff. We waited and waited for the water to get boiled which it didn't. Then Ah Bit came, without even waiting for the water to get boiled, he threw 2 maggie mee inside. WAH.....damn....me and Kern took a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...our saviour came to the rescue. With a switch of the gas....he cook us a decent meal consist of maggie mee and mushroom soup. Pang....we just love you for that....and that only. After eating, Yeow (the fisherman), Jimmy (the amature fisherman), Kern (Mrs. Fisherman), Edison (the troublemaker) and Tong (sleeping beauty) decided to go fishing at the other end of the beach leaving me, Pang and Ah Bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pang decide to take a nap during that time but was unable to do so due to the disturbance Ah Bit was causing. With Edison's HP, he was wearing the ear piece listening to the MP3s and singing to himself. Can you imagine that, he was singing the songs all out of tune, so loud cos he can't hear himself, even the neighbours couldn't tahan and laugh at him. Soon after Pang couldn't handle it anymore and decide to start the fire to prepare for dinner. Ah Bit eventually went close to Pang, with his eyes staring at him and continue singing his lungs out. Damn...was that the highlight of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days turn into night, we have our dinner then group together like all campers do. We chat about the day and joke around. With only one good tent to sleep in, the guys went to the bridge. Leaving me, Kern and Ah Bit. After a nap, me and Kern went to look for them. Wow the bridge was full of people and it was cold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang and Edison team up to disturbed Jimmy, not wanting him to sleep. They then eventually got tired and want to sleep themselves. The girls beside Edison have this very comfortable blanket, so he...went closer and closer and eventually sleep beside the strangers. Crazy fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fun....at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip eventually came to a near end in the morning. We pack out things getting ready to leave the beach. While waiting for the boat to come pick us. Kern brother came and join us for a while. Then it started to rain......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be more fun if it rained during the night......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to another trip there. It was hell a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115131245580764665?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115131245580764665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115131245580764665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115131245580764665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115131245580764665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/pantai-keracut-it-has-been-almost-2.html' title='Pantai Keracut'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115105285545420238</id><published>2006-06-23T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:54:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DdddDddOoooOOOWwwwWwNNnNn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZZzzzZZzzzZZzZZZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzZ &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115105285545420238?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115105285545420238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115105285545420238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115105285545420238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115105285545420238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-mood-dddddddooooooowwwwwwnnnnn.html' title='Today&apos;s Mood'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115088122692464095</id><published>2006-06-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:34:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing - Edison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As tomorrow, June 22nd, our friend Edison is celebrating his 24th birthday. I just think i will introduce him to all of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got to know this fella through the ever famous Stuart Little (see entry &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STUART lil OR lil STUART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). A funny guy who will make a scene anywhere, anytime together with his team mate PANG. The both are simply a fun pair to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the name Edison Tan sound very much like the famous singer/actor Edison Chan. Apparently they are both as equally famous. This fella knows a lot of people and quite a shopper too. I remember there was once, when we were planning for a camping trip. I accompanied him to buy a new bag. We walked into the shop, and walla....after 5 mins...new bag. Without even asking how much it costs or check to see the bag is all intact, he asked the auntie to wrap it up, paid then leave. After that we went to Giant, he opened up the bag to store some stuff. He realised...ohhhhh so many compartment....ok mer....beh pnai....Damn..he's lucky it turns out good, what if its the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny faces of Edison.....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say Edison looks a bit like that fella from Sesame Street, Ernie. Well i think they both are equally funny as one can be. And the same hairstyle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/untitled%20fx.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/untitled%20fx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/untitled%20l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes ....? No..... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to all you ladies out there, Edison is VERY much available. A funny guy who will make anyone's day bright just by....erm....acting silly. He's quite good looking too..i would say...cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115088122692464095?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115088122692464095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115088122692464095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115088122692464095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115088122692464095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducing-edison-as-tomorrow-june.html' title='Introducing - Edison'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079658680031976</id><published>2006-06-20T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:43:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAASHA - 8 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079658680031976?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079658680031976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079658680031976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079658680031976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079658680031976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-8-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22700507.post-115079628026602003</id><published>2006-06-20T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:38:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 7 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079628026602003?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079628026602003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079628026602003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079628026602003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079628026602003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-7-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079601793783718</id><published>2006-06-20T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:33:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 6 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079601793783718?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079601793783718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079601793783718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079601793783718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079601793783718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-6-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079583320924434</id><published>2006-06-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:30:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 5 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079583320924434?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079583320924434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079583320924434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079583320924434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079583320924434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-5-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079549835345046</id><published>2006-06-20T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:24:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 4 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079549835345046?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079549835345046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079549835345046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079549835345046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079549835345046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-4-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079523012971209</id><published>2006-06-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:20:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 3 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079523012971209?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079523012971209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079523012971209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079523012971209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079523012971209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-3-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079499408997318</id><published>2006-06-20T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:16:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 2 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079499408997318?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079499408997318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079499408997318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079499408997318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079499408997318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079463833321874</id><published>2006-06-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:10:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAASHA - 1 MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079463833321874?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079463833321874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079463833321874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079463833321874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079463833321874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-1-month.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079376992370036</id><published>2006-06-20T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:56:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAASHA - FIRST DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079376992370036?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079376992370036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079376992370036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079376992370036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079376992370036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/taasha-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115079245305144621</id><published>2006-06-20T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:34:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DURIAN BISCUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody knows there's peanut butter, cheese and chocolate biscuit. Have you ever come across durian biscuit. Apparently my mom got introduced to this rare flavoured biscuit by some sundry shop owner in Tanjung Bungah. This sundry shop is located nearby the Boon Siew flats in Tanjung Bungah, they have almost 30 over choices of biscuits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we felt a little weird when we were introduced to this durian biscuit. Apparently it turned out to be quite good. It has the same durian smell which a lot of people don't like, but the same good taste which most durian lovers like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/18-06-06_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/18-06-06_2359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They even have durian printed in the biscuit. (Ain't that cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/19-06-06_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/19-06-06_0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The inside is just like all the normal peanut butter biscuits. You can eat the jam and throw the biscuit away, just like i used to do when i was a kid. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/19-06-06_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/19-06-06_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yum.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115079245305144621?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115079245305144621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115079245305144621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079245305144621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115079245305144621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/durian-biscuit-everybody-knows-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-115051448762197426</id><published>2006-06-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:34:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last year father's day was a heartbreaking one for me. I remember we went to Tambun for seafood with my inlaws. I was about six months pregnant then. Carrying this huge tummy and having to drive all the way to Tambun just to celebrate Father's Day for my father in law. While I was sitting in the car awaiting for the family to come down. I couldn't help but broke into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cry became even worse when i saw my sister in law holding her father's hand walking towards the car. It just make me think of all the memories i have with my father. Seeing people who are so close to their father is just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my dad hasn't been that good all the while. Maybe its because of his hard working nature and also my rebellious attitude which got us emotionally disconnected. We can sit in the hall and watch the TV for hours with no conversation at all. I have no memories of ever being sinked in my fathers arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father and daughter relationship eventually got closer after he was found to have cancer. Regret being a rebellious daughter i stood by him through the whole process. Though it is only prostate but it hit him hard. Harder than anyone could imagine. The only memory i have, ever to hold my father's hand close to me was when i was begging him not to give up on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow is Father's Day, I thought i will dig out some photo's taken of me and my father. To my surprise, I have only two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/dad%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/dad%20n%20me.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/dad%20n%20me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/dad%20n%20me2.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy once said to me, 'I have raised you up, and now you can take care of yourself. I have no worries.' 'My responsibility as a father is over.' &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-115051448762197426?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115051448762197426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=115051448762197426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115051448762197426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/115051448762197426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-last-year-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114714825407936234</id><published>2006-05-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:39:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUART LIL....or LIL STUART.....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So..there was this girl back in school, Kern Sinn. You have probably seen her appearing in my previous posts. Usually we are merely just friends who will be brought together when Yau is back. Yau was also our school mate who now stays in KL. Yau is known as the magnet between us. So whenever Yau is back...thats when you'll see us hanging out together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Recently me and Kern Sinn started to go out a lot. We have lunch together as she's working very near my office and also do some other stuff together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When most people will have nicknames when they are in school, given by some friends over some incidents or facial similarity. Well, Kern Sinn have one too. Surprisingly I came to realise that most of my friends' nicknames comes from cartoon charactors....ie: Ah Bit=Rabbit (Bugs Bunny). Kern Sinn was name after the ever famous mouse, Stuart Little. In short she's called Stuart. Eventually it revolutionize and became Ah Thuart, just like how Rabbit became Ah Bit. Now, the name is stuck with her. Most of us will call her Ah Thuart and she will answer to that name too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was a little bored today and thought i will search for some Stuart Little's pictures. After looking at the cute little mouse's picture. I see now why she is called Stuart Little in the first place. They both have the fair 'skin', the small size...but most of all...the cute face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So i came across this picture which i can relate Thuart to Stuart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/1600/fake%20stuart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/fake%20stuart.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/1600/circle.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/circle.png" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114714825407936234?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114714825407936234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114714825407936234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114714825407936234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114714825407936234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/stuart-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114708302697051521</id><published>2006-05-08T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:10:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUYS...AH BIT HAS HIS OWN PRODUCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I went to shop for some stuff for my Genting trip with Tuart, Gollum and Ernie last Wednesday. We were doing more window shopping as usual. It turns out Ernie whom was pulled after work to join us spend the most. As we walk...a friend called and ask me to buy some socks for him. So as i walk into Sawks. I noticed........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/03-05-06_2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/03-05-06_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah Bit Socks.....&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114708302697051521?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114708302697051521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114708302697051521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114708302697051521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114708302697051521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114708223490916672</id><published>2006-05-08T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:57:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBERS FOR MONEY OR MONEY FOR NUMBERS .....HMMM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haven't you notice that some 4D gambler's or should we say investers (they always think its an investment) will think of a number out of anything. Like recently my mom cut out 10 small pieces of paper, write 0-9 and then throw it on the floor and ask Nikko to pick one up. She repeat it for 4 times and got 1988. Some people will buy the number of some special date like 13th July they will buy 1307 or 0713.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing this...Magnum has turn this into one of their marketing strategy. I spoted the posters in one of the Magnum 4D shops in town here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/02-05-06_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/02-05-06_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky Numbers Are Around You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I know a lot of people who will buy receipt numbers, ticket numbers, phone numbers and etc....but how many of them strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/02-05-06_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/02-05-06_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They even have &lt;em&gt;Happening Numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The top one being the number 0110 which was drawn on 12.09.2001 one day after the 110 stories WTC was attacked by the terrorist in 11.09.2001. The second 2110 was later drawn a week after. And so on and so on.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/02-05-06_1848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/02-05-06_1848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And i was one of them.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.......how much money is 'invested' by investers each day and how many times in a month it comes up in the newspaper stating this number.....how much was drawn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114708223490916672?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114708223490916672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114708223490916672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114708223490916672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114708223490916672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/numbers-for-money-or-money-for-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114664985760022992</id><published>2006-05-03T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:53:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUGS BUNNY REALLY EXIST...NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Recently I got to know a guy from a recent camping trip. We really don't know this real name. Everyone calls him by the name Ah Bit. It turns out Ah Bit means Rabbit. There's a HUGE similarity between the two. I also found that he looks a lot like Walt Disney's ever famous cartoon carractor. Check out the pictures below and tell me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/rabbit.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/bugs%20bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/bugs%20bunny.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How...? Same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/rabbit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/rabbit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up front....better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out Ah Bit is quiet a singer also....a VERY natural one...just like Bugs himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details in the up coming post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114664985760022992?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114664985760022992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114664985760022992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114664985760022992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114664985760022992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/bugs-bunny-really-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114604508858500104</id><published>2006-04-26T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:48:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIPUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Back in the days when I was a little girl, the whole family used to go to the beach for picnic. Dad will bring his fishing net and stuff. He always like the outdoors. Dad will bring us to the beach at least twice a month those days. Mom will always be there digging for siput and dad will use his fishing net hopefully to catch some fish. We kids will just enjoy the sand and the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, to reminiscent the old days, Edward and I decided to head to the beach for a siput digging session. I remember my dad made this thing out of scrap to make siput digging an easier job. Its frame is basically welded together using scrap metal taken by dad from construction site. The middle is fixed with metal grill usually used for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/25-04-06_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/25-04-06_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever...huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the siput digging thingy and headed to the nearby beach with Edward. We went to the beach located just behind Sunflower Cake House in Tanjung Bungah. There is also an Indian Temple on the beach (what a weird place for a temple). The beach is supposed to have a lot of siput or so as told by Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the appropriate attire, we went to work. Being a man, he will have to do all the hard work while I stay beside him and do the collection. It turns out what he said is true. There are indeed a lot of siput and most in decent size too. After an hour or two, we got almost enough siput to serve a family of four. Moreover the container I brought can no longer accommodate anymore siput. So with all the siput we say goodbye to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took home all the siput. Washed them with tap water and then soak them in salt water for an hour or two. While the siputs are in the bowl, I chop some garlic and slice some ginger too. The last time I fry siput, it turned out too salty. So this time, I decided to call on mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/24-04-06_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/24-04-06_2007.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/24-04-06_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/24-04-06_2024.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic and ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a wonderful cook all this while, mom fired up and gets the wok heated. When the wok is hot enough, oil is poured in, then the garlic and ginger. Stir the till the garlic turns brownish in color then the siput is added. A decent amount of dark soya sauce, soya sauce and also a pinch of sugar is also added in. Then with her excellent skill, she stirs the siput to get the sauce evenly spread. Cover the lit to let it simmer and also for the siput to open up. After all have been done, fried siput is ready to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....nice.....beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114604508858500104?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114604508858500104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114604508858500104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114604508858500104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114604508858500104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/siput-back-in-days-when-i-was-little.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114587073658188334</id><published>2006-04-24T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:15:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TIME IN B.E.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last week, Cheryl invited me to her b'day party in B.E.D. I was a bit reluctant to go at first, but after being pestered by Tuart for a few times i decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there around 11.15pm just in time to booz myself up before the cake cutting ceremony. B.E.D. is somewhat like Segafredo, it's located along Belissa Row. Furnished mainly in white, the place looked a little too bright to party. Overall a cozy place to hang out. There were almost 20 - 30 people there at the time except the b'day girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before the party i heard from Tuart that her colleages are going also. I met them on MSN but never in person, so i plan not to let them know. A moment later Cheryl came from the ladies and intro me to all of them who's present. After introducing one by one to me, she went 'This is Ah Fang, my sister, she is also known as Melisa.' The guys look at me with the 'Ohhh.....' look and then turn and look at each other. Simultaneously i gave the 'Gonezz' look at Kern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....i went on and enjoy the party.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks with some sexy legs were present too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night goes on, with the drinks kept on flowing...some got drunk. Pang was so red he look like the Chinese Kuan Kong. There's a nice picture of him hugging the JW Black Label, looks like he's not gonna let go of that evil drink. I also heard he fell on his way out of B.E.D. Pang Pang....haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my oppinion i think Pang is more drunk than Cheryl the b'day girl. At least she can still taste the Campari in the cocktail sponsered by B.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang..we know who you are even if you cover your face.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl..it won't make any difference even if you curse the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the party goes on...some people got bored and tired of all the drinking and entertaining. Those who are drunk... talk a hell lot more than they do. Act a hell lot more ridiculous than usual. Others just find some other things to amuse themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party goers seen doing their own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended with 2 drunken dudes. Pang and Cheryl. Can't blame Cheryl, she's the birthday girl. As for Pang....we have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The first visit to B.E.D was alright...i still prefer the one at home tho. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114587073658188334?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114587073658188334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114587073658188334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114587073658188334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114587073658188334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-time-in-b.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114507344520585583</id><published>2006-04-15T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:57:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A NEW MEMBER IN THE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where back in 2005, the year when my dad got very sick. Me and my younger brother, Win Sern decided to adopt a puppy from SPCA. This is so to keep my dad company when he returns home from the hospital.  We learned this from Discovery channel, saying that having a pet at home is good for patients suffering from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Win Sern took a trip over to SPCA to check out the puppies there. He took pictures of them, came home and show me. Being a good sister, i tell him....'You choose, i'll pay.' Oh ya...we have to pay RM100.00 as a donation to SPCA. They will give the first injection for free and also a sort of like medical card for the owners to keep tract of their pet's health conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day when my dad is still in the hospital, I went with Win Sern to SPCA to pick up the puppy he had in mind. The volunteers brought him out and i went like.....OMG....so cute..... So while Win Sern was in the office filling in some documents, they fed the puppy and get him ready for us to take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/nikko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/nikko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought him home in my SLK (small little kancil) and he was so quiet, not even a sound. I was so scared he will vomit in my cool SLK so i drove extremely slow home. I can still remember it was that period of time where American Idol season 4 was going on. We struggle to get a right name for the new puppy. Our previous dog was named Coco after a chinese singer Coco Lee. Then soon after, with his brilliant mind my bro came up with Nikko. The black singer on American Idol season 4 called Nikko Smith. He was so good, but got eliminated soon after he got in the top 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother went to a few pet shops that day. We bought a lot of stuff to make the new puppy feels at home. We try our best the next week or so to get Nikko get used to the 'home' environment so that when my dad comes back, he will be welcomed by a cute puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the cute puppy grew in size and attitude. Nikko will bite everything he can get in his mouth. He will chew whatever that thing is into pieces.  Be it a bone, a shoe or even a broom. Nikko has this weird drinking habit, he likes to dip half of his face into the water when he's drinking. After that he will then either walk over the water, wetting all his four legs or he'll splash the water with both his front legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/nikko2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/nikko2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nikko, all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikko is now a year plus and I think his drinking and biting habits are here to stay. Nowadays there are a few to accompany this 2 habits of his. Whenever we close the doors, he will jump up and pull the door lever to open the door and he's getting more and more clever at this. Most recently he likes to play with his own dung. Damn dirty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/nikko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/nikko1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nikko now.&lt;br /&gt;(By the way...the figure behind Nikko is Win Sern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started for a reason...for my dad. Sad to say...they never meet each other. Now that the puppy has all grown up, he has become a part of our family now. Someone who will always be there to greet us when we come home. Always there when we open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, a companion who will never complain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114507344520585583?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114507344520585583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114507344520585583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114507344520585583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114507344520585583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-member-in-family-some-where-back.html' title=''/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114501165377014038</id><published>2006-04-14T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:04:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In my previous blog. I mentioned about this guy i met at this karaoke singing place called Oriental Club. I used to think he look very much like a cartoon character or should i say...the cartoon character look like him (considering the age of the two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have watched the ever famous cartoon Finding Nemo will know this cool seacreature. His name is Crash, a seaturtle with an Australian accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/26-03-06_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/26-03-06_2006.2.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/640/normal_crush02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4810/2313/320/normal_crush02.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i right or what? &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114501165377014038?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114501165377014038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114501165377014038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114501165377014038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114501165377014038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-familiar-in-my-previous-blog.html' title='Very Familiar'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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-22700507.post-114500610528669249</id><published>2006-04-14T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:06:32.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer + Wine = A New Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ohh well... i sign in to this blog thingy like months ago, but apparently i couldn't figgure out what to blog about. Well........let me start by telling you guys about this guy i met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this day....about a month or 2 ago. A friend of mine ask me out for a drink at this club called Oriental Club. I don't know why they name it Oriental...when nothing in there looks oriental. They mainly have Jackpot machines, KTV, snooker and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with a jug of beer and then later switch to wine. Ya....i know thats bad..like really bad for health.... While we were drinking, this friend of mine, whom that was the first time i ever go out with him alone, turns out to be a very boring person. He don't talk much (which is boring enough) and like if you asked a 20 word question he'll only answer you with a 2 word answer or sometimes none at all. Argh....so fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this man....sitting all alone by the bar counter. A regular in Oriental and sings quite well too. Well....i'll turn and look at everybody who sing there. Just to look who's singing, be it good or bad. If it turns out good...i'll take another look to see whether his/her looks is as good as his/her's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to this man. I remember it was a Saturday and there's an MU match going on at that time. So while i was on my way back from the ladies toilet, our eyes met. So i went over and asked 'Why aren't you singing today?' (Don't blame me...i was fucking bored to death sitting down there)&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know how to sing.' he replied. I gave a grin and sat back at that phathetic table of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while i went to the ladies again.....and yet again....i went over and talk to this lonely man by the bar. We talked....and then i gave him my card....or so called 'call card'. In a minute or so, the beautiful cashier came to me and told me that i have no HP number on my card. So i grab a pencil and wrote my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes.....me and that lonely man by the bar became friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22700507-114500610528669249?l=melisateoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114500610528669249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22700507&amp;postID=114500610528669249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114500610528669249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22700507/posts/default/114500610528669249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melisateoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/beer-wine-new-friendship-ohh-well.html' title='Beer + Wine = A New Friendship'/><author><name>m3L!$a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831581818259996779</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></feed>
