<?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-31254430</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:35:11.357+08:00</updated><category term='Tag'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='General'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Maid'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='ApOh'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='House'/><title type='text'>LaundryAmah</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS A BLOG ABOUT MY LIFE AS A WIFE, A MOTHER OF TWO KIDS AND HAVING TO CONTINUE THE BUSINESS MY FATHER HAS LEFT WITH ME AND MY BROTHER.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1227442437259089079</id><published>2007-07-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:42:48.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Lookalike</title><content type='html'>For fun la do this and I can't put it in my Wordpress blog so do it here lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/63/03/42/630342_4567274e2ed864qz412353.JPG" width="500" height="574" 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/31254430-1227442437259089079?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1227442437259089079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1227442437259089079&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1227442437259089079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1227442437259089079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/07/celebrity-lookalike.html' title='Celebrity Lookalike'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7638333745162108125</id><published>2007-03-01T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:05:51.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>Sorry to confuse some people, like so undecisive, no lar..please proceed to my new blog address from now on, but I will still upkeep this site for fun la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://laundryamah.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7638333745162108125?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7638333745162108125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7638333745162108125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7638333745162108125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7638333745162108125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/03/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-4758811251193068486</id><published>2007-02-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:42:35.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Problem with Wordpress also</title><content type='html'>Aiya so frustrating leh...here got problem there got problem...aiya cannot complain also la, cheap thing no good, free thing where got near good leh?? I like Blogspot cos can do alot of stuff but it's giving problems to my readers cos comments always gila-red and weird sites keep popping up. How leh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4758811251193068486?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4758811251193068486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4758811251193068486&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4758811251193068486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4758811251193068486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/problem-with-wordpress-also.html' title='Problem with Wordpress also'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3666336356215067468</id><published>2007-02-14T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:53:40.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Yes I'm migrating too....</title><content type='html'>Since everyone seems to be migrating, I OSO WANT! My new site will be...zheng zheng zheng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://laundryamah.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See ya all at my new home...which is actually under construction at the moment...pls bear with me...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3666336356215067468?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3666336356215067468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3666336356215067468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3666336356215067468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3666336356215067468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-im-migrating-too.html' title='Yes I&apos;m migrating too....'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-4388909012431162869</id><published>2007-02-14T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:59:45.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Kena Tagged...O..gain...What Z-List</title><content type='html'>This came in from &lt;a href="http://lovelymummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LovelyMummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's supposed to boost our incoming link counts. So, if you need more traffic and wanna increase your page rank, try this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've no idea what the tag is about and cannot see how it can boost traffic but do anyway la..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Instructions**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise is simple: Write a post, and copy and paste my list from below into it. Make sure the links are active and correct. If your blog is on that list, remove it because your post isn’t about self-promotion. Don’t worry, because if your name is on mine, it’s on others and will spread. Add your favourite deserving blogs to the top of the list (not compulsory). Publish the post. People will notice the incoming links, and hopefully write their own z-list posts. The result will be that we all get more links pointing to our blogs, and more readers - got to be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key Points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Create a new post on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Copy and Paste the entire list of blog links below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Add any blogs that you want to include near the top of the list. (Optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Include the blog where you first got the list from, on the list in your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do not include your own blog links on the list in your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Make sure that all links are copied intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Publish the Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://baby-ryanlim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Ryan Lim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shannonchong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crumbs In Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julianmorin.com/blog/"&gt;Julian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mmprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cutie Princess Mummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribblesformyangles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy of 2 angles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bubba Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesuzette.com/"&gt;Suzette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originals :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeofficewomen.com/"&gt;Home Office Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cyberpartygal.com/"&gt;Cyberpartygal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pablopabla.blogpsot.com/"&gt;PabloPabla's Whatever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueapron.i.ph/"&gt;Blueapron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5xmom.com/"&gt;Make$ Money$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u-g-h.com/"&gt;Owen of Ugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utterlygeek.com/"&gt;Jules is Utterly Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetseriousbiz.com/"&gt;Internet Serious Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sabahan.com/"&gt;The Sabahan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://menj.org/"&gt;Critical Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-op.com/the-zlist-it-works/"&gt;Blog-Op&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolsvault.com/"&gt;Carols Vault&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogaboutyourblog.com/"&gt;Blog About Your Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monetize-your-blog.blogspot.com/index.html/"&gt;Monetize Your Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosminptr.com/"&gt;Cosmin PTR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://making-money-on-thenet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Money On The Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt608.blogspot.com/"&gt;Successful Online Money Making&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://turnonepoundintoonemillion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Turn One Pound Into One Million$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://workathomemomblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Work at Home Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogging-4beginners.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogging For Beginners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myquesttoearn.blogspot.com/"&gt;How to earn money online?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doshdosh.com/"&gt;Dosh Dosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teatreemoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Money Money Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moneymakingquest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Money Making Quest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.connectedinternet.co.uk/"&gt;Connected Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikesmoneymakingmission.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike’s Money Making Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timetobudget.com/"&gt;Time to Budget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canimakebigmoneyonline.com/"&gt;Can I Make Big Money Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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Oi! Hi!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bicyclemarketingwatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shut Up and Drink the Kool-Aid!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tammyvitale.typepad.com/women_art_life_weaving_it/"&gt;Women, Art, Life: Weaving It All Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.communityguy.com/"&gt;Community Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordofmouthonthefly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Social Media on the fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myorganicincome.com/"&gt;Originals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4388909012431162869?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4388909012431162869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4388909012431162869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4388909012431162869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4388909012431162869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/kena-taggedogainwhat-z-list.html' title='Kena Tagged...O..gain...What Z-List'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-1032094787377784602</id><published>2007-02-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:04:50.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ApOh'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Went to Sg Buloh with LaundryApOh to buy potted plants &amp; flowers for CNY and also for my house.  ApOh likes to go there to buy plants, in fact her house can be a nursery leow but she still wants to buy somemore! *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, she has to lead the way as I absolutely do not know the way around that area. ApOh is a person who can get agitated very easily, so must prewarn her that I REALLY don't know the way. She said ya ya it's near the Sg Buloh Hospital one, very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were approaching that place, she was like quite blur leh! Then suddenly I saw the sighboard indicating turn left to Sg Buloh Hospital so I double checked with her, and she was like not too sure but asked me to turn anyway! Good thing there were many signboards indicating the way to the hospital so we found the hospital. She kept saying it's right after the hospital and when we saw the hospital leow, she blur again! Warao, so stressful to drive her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found a place to park the car on the side of the road and started shopping for our plants. Wah really "people mountain people sea" (so many people) at that place choosing the many varieties of flowers. I managed to buy some but not as much as ApOh of course. I bought more practical plants, like more greens...something easy to plant la! Notice the red plants in one row? They cost only RM10 for 4! Nice hor???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAfBgVoxgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xr9ez70txAw/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAfBgVoxgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xr9ez70txAw/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030554894493861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAhMgVoxhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qKSsAkclYiw/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAhMgVoxhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qKSsAkclYiw/s320/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030557282495677970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I started decorating my pussy willow cos I don't think the buds will open up on time for CNY. So I twisted the cherry blossoms and tied red ribbons on them. Wah took me a few hours to do that! Laundry easier to do la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAddgVoxfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XftVCmapNI4/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RdAddgVoxfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XftVCmapNI4/s400/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030553176506942962" 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/31254430-1032094787377784602?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1032094787377784602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1032094787377784602&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1032094787377784602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1032094787377784602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RdAfBgVoxgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xr9ez70txAw/s72-c/DSC01136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6795725415089924909</id><published>2007-02-09T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:17:36.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Belated Posts-Kids Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two days ago Kylie was having high fever, in fact she was having fever for a few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ledi&lt;/span&gt;. But me busy ma, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaundryApOh&lt;/span&gt; was helping out.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kieran&lt;/span&gt; started his cough again so we had to go back to new home as my maid left his puff medicine there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dinner was simple, homemade pizza. As I was getting ready the pizza, had the maid to shower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kieran&lt;/span&gt; and he was screaming like as if he was being slaughtered due to leg pain. He was telling me his leg was very painful in the car but I didn't pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about with my cooking, not realising that Kylie was sitting quietly by herself! (this is not normal, as she is not able to sit quietly by herself!) After putting the pizza in the oven, I walked out and finally noticed Kylie sitting down looking so miserable. Touched her forehead and it was burning!! Panic like mad and didn't think, checked her temperature which was 38deg + and quickly fed her paracetamol and then sponged her. After a while, I tested her temperature again and it went up to 40deg +!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I was terrified as my place is far away from our usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paed&lt;/span&gt;! So I gave her a call to check if it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to give her the suppository since I've given her the paracetamol like just 15 minutes ago but she was busy with other patients. I never felt so desperate in my life (besides the time I was giving birth to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kieran&lt;/span&gt;). Finally I managed to talk to the doc and she advised me to get a stronger fever med from the pharmacy but I was like huh? Pharmacy in my area may not have a pharmacist on duty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, it was like 9.15pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;! So she told me there are 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;paeds&lt;/span&gt; clinics in my area and I immediately packed the kids in the car and sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving I quickly called the a friend living in this area to ask him the exact location of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;paed&lt;/span&gt; to avoid having to circle around looking for it but he didn't pick up. Called a second person (my customer) and she didn't pick up either! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;..bet she was thinking I was calling to chase her for payment. So, no choice la, circled around and found one but it was like closed! *SCREAM!!!!!* Then went to look for the other and found the shutter down halfway! Ran in and almost begged on my knees for them to not close and see my girl first! The receptionist was not happy but she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after seeing the desperation in my face! They gave her the suppository and it was like magic, within a few minutes she was the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol'hyper&lt;/span&gt; Kylie! Thank God! She had white spots in her throat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;! So that explains the high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her fever subisded very fast after the medication the doc administered and she was her normal active self playing again. Then only I noticed Kieran was sobbing quietly. I then decided to let him see the doc too. All these while I didn't realise his pain was so serious until the doc showed me the wound and explained what could have happened. I felt so terrible, so I decided not to take the photo of his wound....so bad la me..sorry my darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout this drama...where was Apah?? OverF^$&amp;&amp;amp;g seas!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6795725415089924909?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6795725415089924909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6795725415089924909&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6795725415089924909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6795725415089924909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/belated-posts-kids-sick.html' title='Belated Posts-Kids Sick'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7567717802193515527</id><published>2007-02-06T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:42:06.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Why all come at the same time one?</title><content type='html'>Been very busy lately, but still must take time to read my fave blogs and do this post, if not friends lari kuat kuat lor! (run away fast fast). Had visitors from overseas since Saturday so have been out like morning to night, day work nite entertaining la! It was not bad and I did enjoy myself but then another visitor came from another country on Monday pulak! So got to entertain. Hubby has been away overseas at this time and will only be back this Wednesday, so kids have been with LaundryApOh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kylie was down with fever yesterday, and Kieran left his homework in my office and this really stressed ApOh out but I can't do anything cos I was stuck at the seminar ma. Then I promised to pick Kieran up from school at least so I can see him and Kylie before I go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Mummy got to go out again tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Huh..againnnnn????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Yes darling, mummy got to go dinner with uncle who makes the washing machines for mummy to sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Who is he? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-You got to be good boy ok, please do your homework yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-hmmph....(sulking behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I rushed in to freshen up a bit and got the maids to remove the stuff from my car and upon going back to the car, I heard a sobbing sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-(crouched in the front seat floor &amp;amp; holding on to my mobile) Daddy!!!....wail... Daddy!!! wail.......Daddy!! Come backkk.....wail.....sob...sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Kieran! Why you use my phone again?? (very angry cos he used my phone to call his friend's father's phone last week!) Give it back to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry la, he was like wailing like so "chi leong" (pathetic) liddat but I still scolded him. After I got in the car, I felt sorry for him cos both parents were not around for the past few days and he was under lots of pressure in school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....Anyway, here's a Mandarin song he learned in school, not bad for a blur blur boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z8IncQ-lRA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z8IncQ-lRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" 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/31254430-7567717802193515527?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7567717802193515527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7567717802193515527&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7567717802193515527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7567717802193515527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-all-come-at-same-time-one.html' title='Why all come at the same time one?'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-2714896103908055616</id><published>2007-02-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:35:50.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maid'/><title type='text'>Maid From Hell</title><content type='html'>The past few days the maid actually made me scream, as in scream at the top of my lungs and all hell break loose type. As it is, her work load is not that heavy, I do a lot of my own laundry, and she has been ironing for a year with a steam iron which is the dobi type, better than any steam irons anyone can get from electrical shops in the market, and yet "bergaris-garis" (with lines &amp;amp; folds)and looks worse than before it's been ironed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's disobedient and likes to challenge and test my patience when I instruct her to do something, she will like to determine at her own pace and time despite me telling her that I want it done immediately. Her classic answer is "nanti la" (wait la). I said no, now but she is stubborn enough to do something else even if it's a short thing, she will still do it first before doing what I tell her to do. Terrer leh! Eh liddat you think I can swallow and keep quiet ah? OF COURSE NOT LEH! I shout at her la! Ask nicely don't do wor...doesn't that annoy you? Don't give me bull story that she's just a maid and her pay is so low, cannot expect miracles from her..eh who is asking for a miracle? I just ask her to do a simple task like any other normal maid should do leh, CANNOT AH? WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's been very cincai with even Kylie nowadays, I used to think, aiya other work lauya (no good) nevermind, but Kylie's things must be good. But then now I noticed Kylie is always dirty and her diaper gets so heavy until almost reaching the floor. Eh liddat can tahan (acceptable)ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can depend on her is the cooking also with supervision and instructions, and still occasionally make me scream. How la???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst..I oso can't get in my comments wor..dunno what happened leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2714896103908055616?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2714896103908055616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2714896103908055616&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2714896103908055616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2714896103908055616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/02/maid-from-hell.html' title='Maid From Hell'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8086568173659515902</id><published>2007-01-31T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:14:28.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Sticky Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RcA_S7Nd3yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/H_-O9jCxlC4/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026086778509844258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RcA_S7Nd3yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/H_-O9jCxlC4/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the daily scene when I was busy and maid was also busy and kor kor was busy doing homework, so? Nobody layan her la! Quite annoying lor. She can't play on her own and must disturb people one. When she disturbs kor kor, kor kor will use the ruler and hit her hands...ouch! Wuahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she will attempt to come and climb on my chair and I will of course shoo her off cos she will attempt to lick the cookie dough and grab some into her mouth! Yerrrrrr.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she has been refusing her night milk and will not sleep until I sleep, so yesterday I only finished baking about midnight, so she also waited till then la, everywhere I went she followed, even when I went to toilet and showered also could not close the door! Sei mo???&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/31254430-8086568173659515902?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8086568173659515902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8086568173659515902&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8086568173659515902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8086568173659515902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/sticky-kid.html' title='Sticky Kid'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RcA_S7Nd3yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/H_-O9jCxlC4/s72-c/DSC01060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7872873907848973982</id><published>2007-01-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:46:00.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Emotional Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was quite a gila night. As usual we rushed like mad to reach home to cook dinner and Apah picked up Kieran from school. When they came back I saw both of them chewing something in their mouth and there was a guilty look on Kieran's face. Of course Amah question la, but he kept avoiding me and finally I asked Apah. He cooly told me, it was just Mentos. WHAT?!?!?! I told him so many times, cannot give anything sweet or anything for that matter to the boy before meal time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, mothers know best, as expected, he was not eating his dinner properly, playing with his food as usual, didn't finish the rice and vegetable. I forced him to finish the vege and at the same time scolded Apah again for feeding him the mentos. Apah actually was very stressed with his work yesterday, already not very happy so lost his cool and let go on Kieran blaming him for my scolding. So he shoved him upstairs to start doing his homework and must have given him very harsh words too. Then he came down saying the boy was sobbing upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amah already can't be bothered leow, cos busy baking my cookies. Then Apah had to leave as he haven't packed his bag for his Singapore trip the next day, so got to go back to old place to pack and besides, getting picked up from old place is more convenient for the cabby. Kieran suddenly appeared on the stairs wailing.......apah of course heart softened la...and went to carry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025713747715284690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7sBrNd3tI/AAAAAAAAATc/HvziGVFtBoQ/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Pacified him but he was still sobbing with the vege inside his mouth, so as usual, crying causes him to cough and then..ta da..VOMIT! Vomit on the floor like not enough, and then the maid ushered him into the bathroom and guess where he continued throwing out his food? In the basin! This maid really damn stupid or what, I already told her so many times cannot vomit in the basin, well of course blocked la! I made her clear the 'S' trap and clean the pipe, if not for this small thing I got to call a plumber ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But during this drama, Amah just move the mouth to scold, scold, nag, nag and instruct etc etc..cos my hands were busy ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7yr7Nd3vI/AAAAAAAAATs/T1GVz5B0QyQ/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025721070634524402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7yr7Nd3vI/AAAAAAAAATs/T1GVz5B0QyQ/s200/DSC01054.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7zw7Nd3wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uAzvlCm0qz0/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025722256045498114" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7zw7Nd3wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uAzvlCm0qz0/s200/DSC01058.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb73XLNd3xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NWIumj2rkJM/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025726211710377746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb73XLNd3xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NWIumj2rkJM/s200/DSC01061.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&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/31254430-7872873907848973982?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7872873907848973982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7872873907848973982&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7872873907848973982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7872873907848973982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotional-time.html' title='Emotional Time'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/Rb7sBrNd3tI/AAAAAAAAATc/HvziGVFtBoQ/s72-c/DSC01057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5660373942316143190</id><published>2007-01-29T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:18:06.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>DKSH Warehouse Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a tradition that I visit the Diethlem Warehouse sale at least once a year, and since I knew that they distribute MamyP Diapers, it is a must to go! However, it's always been crazy, packed with so many people, that it's been impossible to even go in the Scholl shoes section. So I've never been able to get any Scholl shoes before until this time. Weyo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thanks to blogging, I've come to know a fellow blogger who is a staff of that company! So she offered to bring me in during the Staff Purchase time, one hour before the time that it's open to public. However, I was late and when I called her, she didn't answer her phone. Oh no...1st thing 1st, the jam started like 500m from the place and I just took the chance to drive on and upon reaching the place, I saw a car coming out! YEAH! So managed to park very close to the place which was important as I only went with my maid and the stuff we are going to get are going to be HEAVY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd thing, there was already one kampung (crowd) of people waiting at the main gate. How on earth is the fellow blogger going to see me leh??? She should be busy buying things for herself also ma...Then I just stood stupidly outside the side gate where the guardhouse is. Before long, suddenly she appeared! I screamed out her name like seeing God liddat! She was leaving and didn't know that I was coming after all! Phew! It was like by chance I managed to catch her to bring me in. The moment I went in, I was practically running towards the diapers section and to my horror the queue was like as long as 100m long! So I left my maid in the queue and surveyed other areas. Took my time browsing and couldn't help looking at the crowd waiting outside the main gate...kakakakaka....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After buying one round I went to check on my maid and she hasn't moved much! Then 2nd round came and she moved like 3 metres! WTF! Then I went to the shoes section and managed to get these 2 pairs at RM50 each only! Warao, had time to ponder, try &amp; think...deciding which ones to get...and even at the cashier there wasn't a queue! Amazing isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025285724159467186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb1mvbNd3rI/AAAAAAAAATE/HqSGZGFvh20/s200/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb1nRrNd3sI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mrufzy4FVS4/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025286312569986754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rb1nRrNd3sI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mrufzy4FVS4/s200/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the shoes, there really wasn't anything to see, so went back to the diaper queue and found a chair and relaxed la! Suddenly I heard someone calling me AMAH! It was &lt;a href="http://shannonchong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;! She looked at me with the most grateful and relieved look! Yes, before she asked, I offered to put in the order of the diapers together with mine! Yes, this time round they became more efficient, gave us a form to fill to avoid confusion and wasting time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shannon said she will not go again..but if I can go in prior to the public time, why not???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5660373942316143190?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5660373942316143190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5660373942316143190&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5660373942316143190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5660373942316143190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/dksh-warehouse-sale.html' title='DKSH Warehouse Sale'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/Rb1mvbNd3rI/AAAAAAAAATE/HqSGZGFvh20/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7960346063744173027</id><published>2007-01-26T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:37:42.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Trip Re-visited..Day 3 I think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah it's been a long break. We booked the tickets to Disneyland online 2 days before just in case, don't want to travel so far and not able to get in! We took our own sweet time to get ready that morning so our original plan of arriving early was like spoiled lor. Reached and the wind was like brrrrrrr freezing cold! see what I had? Just a cotton sweater only! Sei moh? See the Mickey train? Cute leh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rbli5LNd3lI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JmqwhflD08g/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024155593709837906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rbli5LNd3lI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JmqwhflD08g/s200/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblkTbNd3mI/AAAAAAAAASE/6J5Kr_gEZVg/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024157144193031778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblkTbNd3mI/AAAAAAAAASE/6J5Kr_gEZVg/s200/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we landed in front, guess where who were the majority crowd?? Cina mia olang la! Talking at max loud volumes and maximum camwhoring non stop. See, I couldn't wait I just take with them behind me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbllFLNd3nI/AAAAAAAAASM/Q3FhY_zTlnA/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024157998891523698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbllFLNd3nI/AAAAAAAAASM/Q3FhY_zTlnA/s200/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblmALNd3oI/AAAAAAAAASU/tXNnnnNXfHA/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024159012503805570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblmALNd3oI/AAAAAAAAASU/tXNnnnNXfHA/s200/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The queue to take photo with Mickey &amp; Minnie was soooo long, we quickly ran to the much shorter queue to Donald Duck. Cute anot? Donald in Christmas suit! Actually Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie's Christmas suit vely the nice lor...but sob sob....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblnfrNd3pI/AAAAAAAAASc/VYySoIKune8/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024160653181312658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RblnfrNd3pI/AAAAAAAAASc/VYySoIKune8/s200/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rblo2LNd3qI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bl8NLpJ5K4Q/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024162139239997090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rblo2LNd3qI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bl8NLpJ5K4Q/s200/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then before long it began to drizzle, and then rain....rain...drizzle....drizzle...rain....rain.....eh! Warao...the whole blooming day liddat! Due to the rain and cold weather, Amah kena cold ledi but die  die also must complete the journey and also our planned trip to Mong Kok night market after Disneyland! That will come after this....Cannot post too many pics in one post ma..&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/31254430-7960346063744173027?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7960346063744173027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7960346063744173027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7960346063744173027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7960346063744173027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/hong-kong-trip-re-visitedday-3-i-think.html' title='Hong Kong Trip Re-visited..Day 3 I think...'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/Rbli5LNd3lI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JmqwhflD08g/s72-c/DSC00554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4291517429745408386</id><published>2007-01-24T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:04:40.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Thank You &amp; Update on Kieran</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank all well wishers and Apah for his be-early present and also a surprise bouquet of flowers he had sent to my office. Ok, the present was expected, since he was going to be away, the flowers came as a surprise but after knowing who delivered them, it was like cheh......Anyway, it was still very sweet of him la....pssstt...Apah hardly buy flowers for me, if I ever received flowers, means he screwed up bad!! kakakakakkaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet birthday, ate dinner at mom's place. Aiya, celebrated last week ledi ma...thanks to &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar Mommy&lt;/a&gt; &amp; gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update on Kieran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my patience level with him has really been tested maximum ledi. I really cannot tahan anymore. Firstly, the stress of sending and bringing him back from school like not enough, to coach and guide him to finish his homework is the major test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Apah is not around, for the past few days it's been me helping him with the work. It's not that he's not bright at all, just soooo lazy. Reminds me of my maid now! I kept telling him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Do you want to be like kakak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Then you must concentrate and think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-??? looking at me blankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well weyo? Doing maths with him really can vomit blood one. The maths he's doing now is like a repetition from kindy standard only, but he's like so totally blur and refused to think at all. When I prompt him for the answer, he just tembak (simply guess) the answer, like what's the difference between 2 &amp;amp; 1, he will like just stare into la la land and just simply guess one answer! Ayoooo...tuition teacher will only start classes in February...I know it's like a few more days but still, it's disheartening to find out how slow he is, and also he couldn't even complete copying what he's supposed to copy from the whiteboard! He couldn't complete copying the homework for Monday and guessed what he did? He asked his friend to complete it for him on Tuesday!!! Die or not????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4291517429745408386?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4291517429745408386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4291517429745408386&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4291517429745408386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4291517429745408386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-update-on-kieran.html' title='Thank You &amp; Update on Kieran'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8909533765722183923</id><published>2007-01-23T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:16:48.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>70 F$%^%$G Questions Tag!</title><content type='html'>This must be my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bestest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday present ever! Thank you my dear &lt;a href="http://lwenwen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wenn&lt;/a&gt;! Anyway, this is going to be my work for today..hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dad was still alive, yes they would still be married, even though it's tough but my dad was and forever will be the best dad, husband ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Are you a vegetarian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way la..otoke? Cannot "pau pau" (feel full) ma eat only vege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Do you believe in Heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course YES! Hope to see you there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Have you ever come close to dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 incidences, once when I was still in secondary school and the other during a trip to some timbuktoo island in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. What jewellery do you wear 24/7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Favourite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...dunno leh, eating time la! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, nice wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. Do you wear makeup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wor, dare not try actually..if it's like absolutely safe and no after effects, why not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Do you colour your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally but I recently coloured it for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee..so private must tell meh...dun wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. Have you ever done anything illegal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la! Traffic offenses la...don't tell me u haven't done any! Dun belif u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and a few other places too! kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. What kind of sneakers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. Do you believe in Abortions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. What is your Hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be like black black, very black type, that's what ppl always comment but now after colouring, it's like redish brown la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. Future child’s name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!? Mo ler kua...(dun wan can or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;19. Do you snore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Very loud summore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea (to meet my Hyun Bin) &amp; Japan (always my dream lor..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one fat Apah not enuf ah? He looks stuffed alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never happen cos I never buy lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;23. Gold or silver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither, but white Gold ok la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24. Hamburger or hot dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either one also yummy wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rather die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;26. City, beach or country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a city girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;27. What was the last thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer key pad la! So stupid one this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;28. Where did you eat last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;29. When’s the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...can't remember I think it was when I was watching some Korean Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30. Do you read blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another f%$^g stupid question, if don't read how I end up doing this ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I dressed in my ex-boyfriend's clothes before, kinda funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;32. Ever been involved with the police?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, traffic related again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;33. What’s your favourite shampoo conditioner and soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways some American direct selling product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;34. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I think it's heriditary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;35. Ocean or pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;36. So, who has the original missing questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another f%$^g stupid question, not enough questions ask me la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;37. Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chakaman..(wait)..what does ménage à trois mean? I no comprehend french leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;38. Window seat or aisle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisle cos I go to the toilet very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;39. Ever met anyone famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...No wor...see from a far got la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who's that Ricki Lake? Oprah I know la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;43. Basketball or Football?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;44. How long do your showers last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fast one...shower too long no good for skin leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;45. Automatic or do you drive a stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto la...but when I was once young and dangerous, my first car was a manual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;46. Cake or ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;47. Are you self-conscious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank no but I ate too much once till I threw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;49. Have you ever given money to a beggar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes but I rather not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;50. Have you been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...in love as in the hearth flutters and get hot flushes? Harroo! In reality where got one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;51. Where do you wish you were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;52. Are you wearing socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;54. Can you tango?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might learn one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;55. Last gift you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eyeshadow pack from hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;56. Last sport you played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;57. Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My designer bags &amp;amp; shoes collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;58. Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in 2 places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;59. Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Hospital KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;60. Last wedding attended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;61. Spit or swallow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saliva? Swallow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;62. Favorite position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat type of position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;63. Most hated food(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian and anything bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;64. What’s your least fav.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food? As above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;65. Can you sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke can la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;66. Last person you instant messaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, thanking her for her greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;67. Last place you went on holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;68. Favourite regular drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;69. Current Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Moen's Collection CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;70. Tag 3 friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually I don't want to tag anyone and make them go thru this torture but my friends here I think are quite free one, so can do la! So here goes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://nomadic-mom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nomadic Mom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://scribblesformyangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom to 2 Angels&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://the-reflector.com/"&gt;The Reflector&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8909533765722183923?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8909533765722183923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8909533765722183923&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8909533765722183923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8909533765722183923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/70-fg-questions-tag.html' title='70 F$%^%$G Questions Tag!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1447365962567707240</id><published>2007-01-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:04:33.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Clubbing &amp; Kylie's Update</title><content type='html'>Ya ya..the title like so contrasting, clubbing mother..tsk tsk...bad example...no lar..I don't do this all the time ok, only when Piggyhoo comes back for holiday...otherwise who will go with me leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRB1t2z_pI/AAAAAAAAARg/xmIMGD6NJwY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022711875523313298" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRB1t2z_pI/AAAAAAAAARg/xmIMGD6NJwY/s200/DSC01037.JPG" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRDl92z_qI/AAAAAAAAARo/u8WiUbKEXvQ/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022713803963629218" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRDl92z_qI/AAAAAAAAARo/u8WiUbKEXvQ/s200/DSC01042.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRAdd2z_oI/AAAAAAAAARY/ERw5cF5yYGY/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022710359399857794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbRAdd2z_oI/AAAAAAAAARY/ERw5cF5yYGY/s200/DSC01031.JPG" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday Amah went clubbing with Piggyhoo. We went to this club called &lt;a href="http://www.pacific-regency.com/dinings.htm"&gt;Luna Bar &lt;/a&gt;located on the 34th floor of Menara Pan Global. Wah...it was an eye opener for Amah, cos that place was like fuiyoh, so cantik (beautiful) ok. It was sort of open concept, the bar surrounding the swimming pool (facilities for the Pacific Regency Suite Service Apartments). The window seats were all booked so we didn't get to sit there. The window seats are like so romantic ok, with full window view of KL. Our table is next to the pool with a view of KLCC but because of the angle we didn't get the view of the twin towers. It was a rainy Saturday so the club was faily quiet. There is also a floor above with better view but that place is always booked in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were only two of us, it was kinda boring after a while. The food they served was not good and kinda burnt too. When we complained and asked them to change they came back after a while and told us it's standard! Just because they have a nice location they can serve yucky food! What a spoiler! We left early and didn't bother to go to another club as it was pouring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kylie's Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we went back to old place to sleep and Kylie goes back to her cot. But to our horrors, in the middle of the night she was standing next to our bed staring into Apah's face and said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-Amah wake up! Kylie got out of the cot herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-huh......WHAT??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the light and then put her back inside the cot. She cried a while but then she demonstrated how she got out again! She put up one leg then pushed herself up and while hanging on the railing, she stretched out her arms to the bed railing on Kieran's bed andslipped over! Tada! Terror or not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very difficult to get her to sleep also. When I start singing this, "Baby baby go to sleep..." She will shake her head and say, "No no.." Oh God help me for the next 3 nights as Apah is away in Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1447365962567707240?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1447365962567707240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1447365962567707240&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1447365962567707240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1447365962567707240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-saturday-amah-went-clubbing-with.html' title='Clubbing &amp; Kylie&apos;s Update'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RbRB1t2z_pI/AAAAAAAAARg/xmIMGD6NJwY/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6644034327818462992</id><published>2007-01-19T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:49:25.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Best Fish Head Noodles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBapN2z_kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-luycf1QJ5c/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBapN2z_kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-luycf1QJ5c/s200/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021613248658800194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBbGt2z_lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ftFTbltT714/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBbGt2z_lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ftFTbltT714/s200/DSC00983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021613755464941138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah..I finally tasted the famous fish head noodles at Taman Desa thanks to my cousin, aka Piggyhoo's mom, the famous nyonya kuih producer and food critic too! hahahhaa..anyway, the noodles tasted heavenly and was a huge serving. The wait for the food is about over 30 minutes so go early!! Location...errr..how to explain ah..aiya u wanna go then only ask me la! I had the one without the milk (left pix) and the one on the right is the one with milk. Preferred the one without milk as the portion was so generous, so without milk not so full la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another day we went to this place called Fatty Chong at Taman Sentosa also recommended by the food critic mentioned above. The Guiness Beer Ribs tasted really good even though I was not a pork eater, this one really made me take the 2nd, 3rd and so on and so forth pieces....chomp chomp...ayo no wonder put on weight la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBbpd2z_mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TqeRIznwUuE/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RbBbpd2z_mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TqeRIznwUuE/s200/DSC00949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021614352465395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6644034327818462992?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6644034327818462992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6644034327818462992&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6644034327818462992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6644034327818462992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-fish-head-noodles.html' title='The Best Fish Head Noodles!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RbBapN2z_kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-luycf1QJ5c/s72-c/DSC00982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3161619491356744018</id><published>2007-01-18T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:28:25.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra80Yd2z_jI/AAAAAAAAAQE/v6M-_K9GJZA/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra80Yd2z_jI/AAAAAAAAAQE/v6M-_K9GJZA/s200/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021289704477425202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8yz92z_iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DD3e-C8ko48/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8yz92z_iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DD3e-C8ko48/s200/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287977900572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been doing a lot of weeding lately, in fact it's a daily affair now, but those darn weeds grow so fast I can't catch up leh! And their roots are so strong and darn deep summore! Look at the bald patch, it was infested with lalang ok! My poor fingers..despite wearing gloves also siong leow! (injured) While I was weeding, my little busybody wants to help too but of course gave me more headache then helping lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8qzd2z_eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/b9rqLExIr-w/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8qzd2z_eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/b9rqLExIr-w/s200/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021279173217615330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8vEd2z_fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uFjtTf3nd_M/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8vEd2z_fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uFjtTf3nd_M/s200/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021283863321902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The remaining pictures of Kieran's bed. Kylie's bed is below with the rainbow thingy over it, but the mattress is currently in my room. The study desk fits nicely next to Kylie's bed but since now the door is not there, Kylie is able disturb him while he does his homework. So we shifted the desk upstairs to the last room temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the homework nightmare has begun. There are at least 10 pages of homework everyday now and either myself or Apah has to sit with him in order to finish them, otherwise, my dreamer will never be able to complete his homework. After all those years (4 years) in preschool and I am sure all they did was colouring, colouring and more colouring daily, yet my boy's colouring skills are quite bad...still no direction and out of line! That explains his bad handwriting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8o-92z_cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/APSqpzfLeiU/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8o-92z_cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/APSqpzfLeiU/s200/DSC01015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021277171762855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8p692z_dI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AsbMzgpkHTs/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8p692z_dI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AsbMzgpkHTs/s200/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021278202555006418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then while doing his homework, he was fidgetting as usual and lost his balance and fell off the chair. As a result, he knocked against the edge of the desk and was bleeding a little right at his new bottom new tooth! Apah got very mad but he was crying so bad and I am sure it was very painful. But still, he had to finish his homework and cannot waste too much time crying. Tried coaxing him to stop and continue but he was still you know, holding sobs here and there and the tears occasionally dropped onto his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he looked up at me and cried very hard and also told me that the dentist just came to the school earlier that day to check on his teeth...it was like in between sobs and he really looked so distressed till I kinda found it funny lor! Ayo...so bad la this Amah, he was so distressed and I tried so hard not to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8v2t2z_gI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GsWdOR71l2w/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8v2t2z_gI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GsWdOR71l2w/s200/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021284726610329090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8w9N2z_hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eliENSUDXNs/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Ra8w9N2z_hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eliENSUDXNs/s200/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021285937791106578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3161619491356744018?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3161619491356744018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3161619491356744018&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3161619491356744018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3161619491356744018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/updates-on-new-home.html' title='Updates on New Home'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/Ra80Yd2z_jI/AAAAAAAAAQE/v6M-_K9GJZA/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5495686570674595365</id><published>2007-01-16T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:08:07.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Beware of Potholes &amp; Raised up Manholes</title><content type='html'>We were doing gardening last Saturday morning and suddenly we heard a loud bang. Apah thought it was like a major accident but I thought how could this happen within the residential roads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an Alfa Romeo which ran over a manhole which was actually protruding out from the road (most of the manholes are like that around my neighbourhood) and it hit the gear box or something. Whatever it is, it was a loud bang and the oil was leaking all over and both his airbags were released. When Apah went over to check on the guy, he was bleeding from his nose and looked really shocked and dazed. Who wouldn't after an accident like this! Apah made sure he could call for help and was ok then walked back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, very dangerous la liddis...next time must drive more carefully and try to avoid the manholes. I remembered a friend was driving a Camry and ran over a pothole and the rim of one of the car tyre bended and had to be replaced! That's why must slow down and avoid such holes la! During such incidents, the driver may get shocked and the car could have diverted and hit another car leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try reporting to local councils of such potholes and you can vomit blood one...but I used to have an ex-colleague who's so persistent, she calls the council everyday without fail until the repair is done! But then again...who's so free like her??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5495686570674595365?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5495686570674595365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5495686570674595365&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5495686570674595365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5495686570674595365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/beware-of-potholes-raised-up-manholes.html' title='Beware of Potholes &amp; Raised up Manholes'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8157897818171543151</id><published>2007-01-15T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:39:11.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Getting New House Ready</title><content type='html'>We have been staying a few nights a week at our new home to start assembling the furnitures and also testing the pipes la. Below is Apah trying to fix the rainbow thingy and Kylie sitting on the platform on my room where the bed is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarxld2z_YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zvhz82r2zwU/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarxld2z_YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zvhz82r2zwU/s200/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020090360629820802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaryzN2z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/65o-So86RTk/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaryzN2z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/65o-So86RTk/s200/DSC00963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020091696364649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids playing in the swivel chair..really fun leh..I oso can fit inside and spin wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarvx92z_WI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RU38jlTPoo0/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarvx92z_WI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RU38jlTPoo0/s200/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020088376354930018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RarwKt2z_XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/y6I4J8SWp7M/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RarwKt2z_XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/y6I4J8SWp7M/s200/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020088801556692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran on top of his queen size bunk bed! We took quite some time to psyche him to agree to sleep up there but he's not able to sleep there yet cos mummy haven't bought a new door for the room yet!! So at the mean time, all sleep in mummy's room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RarubN2z_UI/AAAAAAAAANs/m4ZE4dfwTzM/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RarubN2z_UI/AAAAAAAAANs/m4ZE4dfwTzM/s200/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020086886001278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarvad2z_VI/AAAAAAAAAN0/INh8G7KXiaA/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/Rarvad2z_VI/AAAAAAAAAN0/INh8G7KXiaA/s200/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020087972628004178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie's bed is below the bunk bed together with the desk. The room size is just big enough to fit this bed and the space available is very limited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos but I was told we can only put limited number of photos in one post..so to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8157897818171543151?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8157897818171543151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8157897818171543151&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8157897818171543151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8157897818171543151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Getting New House Ready'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/Rarxld2z_YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zvhz82r2zwU/s72-c/DSC00959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1487741829037309838</id><published>2007-01-11T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:30:05.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Backdated Post</title><content type='html'>This was the final part of Kieran’s school holiday activities last year thanks to LaundryApah of course! Well, Amah was MIA ma…so daddy brought son around lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in HK, daddy brought Kieran to the Curve to see Santa and also for the Scooby Doo show. Kieran was terrified of Santa and Scooby but of course dare not own up to it, Daddy could tell he was afraid as he refused to take photos with Santa or Scooby. However, after much coaxing and reassurance, he finally took a photo with Santa! We knew that this rascal is all soft inside, really, cos the last time when LaundryApOh took him to MidValley to take photo with Winnie the Pooh, they were queuing for so long and when it’s almost their turn, he started making excuses like he needs to go to the bathroon la, etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW8X92z_SI/AAAAAAAAANI/g4WoVkT1HSk/s1600-h/santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW8X92z_SI/AAAAAAAAANI/g4WoVkT1HSk/s200/santa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018624479701761314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another day, daddy took him to the Bird Park. The last time he went was with his cousin a couple of years ago, I think when he was around 3 years plus. The photo on the left was the last time and the photo on the right was this time. You can see the difference in the expression, what a difference, he was really terrified the last time but he pretended to be macho in front of his cousin. This time, he was more confident! Boy. My boy has grown….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW6nN2z_PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0cFyu-AJFXU/s1600-h/PICT0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW6nN2z_PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0cFyu-AJFXU/s200/PICT0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018622542671510770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW7Bd2z_QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LdcqjZ_NmUs/s1600-h/DSCN3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW7Bd2z_QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LdcqjZ_NmUs/s200/DSCN3736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018622993643076866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW7_d2z_RI/AAAAAAAAANA/YR5CXxteav0/s1600-h/DSCN3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW7_d2z_RI/AAAAAAAAANA/YR5CXxteav0/s200/DSCN3726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018624058794966290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW8xd2z_TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y_1QpDMoxcg/s1600-h/DSCN3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaW8xd2z_TI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y_1QpDMoxcg/s200/DSCN3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018624917788425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fun at the playground too and they ended the day at One Utama and continued playing at the indoor playground. Due to our living arrangements at the moment, Kieran hardly has the opportunity to play in the parks/playgrounds. Well, you can say he’s pretty deprived. We feel kinda bad, so very soon we are moving to our new home but he will only have weekends since he’s studying in the afternoon session, by the time he reaches home, it’s too dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst..you may wonder, what happened to Kylie, well Daddy cannot take her along as she’s always acting up after a while whenever we bring her out, so daddy can’t handle that! Really boooo to Daddy on that part! Poor Kylie…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1487741829037309838?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1487741829037309838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1487741829037309838&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1487741829037309838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1487741829037309838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/backdated-post.html' title='Backdated Post'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RaW8X92z_SI/AAAAAAAAANI/g4WoVkT1HSk/s72-c/santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3485267369888198873</id><published>2007-01-08T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:59:39.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today was the day that we shopped till we dropped. Went to the designer warehouse at Ap Lei Chau. We took a cab as we were already on Hong Kong Island. For both of us to take the MTR to Central and then change to the bus it’s just too troublesome and savings we get is not that much ler..aiya making excuses for my laziness..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first stop was supposed to be Space, Prada &amp; Miu Miu off season outlet but the cab driver didn’t understand what I said so we ended up at the other place which is just 2 minutes away by cab. It doesn’t matter la since we have to take a cab to either one anyway, so we started there, which has off season outlets for Joyce, Lane Crawford, Max Mara etc etc etc. But of course we only had time for the 3 I mentioned. We actually spent the whole day there rummaging through the stuff. Only managed to get an Alexander McQueen denim skirt from Joyce and a few Moschino, Paul &amp;amp; Joe &amp; Alberta Ferreti blouses from Lane Crawford. Boy the blouses were a steal as it was only about RM100 to RM200 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Space. Bought 2 bags, although look similar but it was really dai lor…like must buy la! Bought a wallet for &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar’s mom&lt;/a&gt; which was so so so so dai..so cannot resist la! Hahahahha…So if you guys wanna see Oscar's mom wallet ask her to put in her blog la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHoCLQ0vZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gS6J8vk4h3s/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHoCLQ0vZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gS6J8vk4h3s/s200/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017546583948180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my Prada Bags, the other one forgot to take photo leh, it's the same, only bigger and brown colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we dropped all the stuff back at the apartment and headed off to Causeway Bay for continuous shopping! Gila or not?? Had dinner at some cafe, not fantastic la, just tried the fish ball noodle but I reckon it's the wrong place...so so nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHkGLQ0vXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jhyOhSNMbN8/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHkGLQ0vXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jhyOhSNMbN8/s200/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017542254621146482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHmkrQ0vYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lg_gEAUvqJY/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RaHmkrQ0vYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lg_gEAUvqJY/s200/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017544977630412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Times Sqare, couldn't recognise the place as the Christmas deco kinda masked it. Standing in front of the Clock thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dessert at this place which only has milk in it, the double boiled/steam type. Wah, it tasted heavenly, serious, we were quite full but die die also finished everything. Darn, it was so yummy we forgot photos la! More to come soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3485267369888198873?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3485267369888198873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3485267369888198873&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3485267369888198873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3485267369888198873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/hong-kong-day-2.html' title='Hong Kong Day 2'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RaHoCLQ0vZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gS6J8vk4h3s/s72-c/DSC00798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-889845758352774309</id><published>2007-01-04T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:57:08.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 1 - 2</title><content type='html'>Continuation from the bridge. Our HK host Auntie Florence called us while we were on the MTR and asked us to meet her at Causeway Bay Sogo for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this sushi restaurant and they had a number waiting system like in the bank! The time we reached there was about 10+ pm and the number was about 40+ and the number given to us was 81! Warao eh have to wait for 40 tables ah?? em hai ma...(cannot be right?) But then Auntie Florence said the sushi is like the best that's why the long queue. She said die die wait la, don't know when she'll be free to bring us there so we waited. A lot of people couldn't wait and went off so the number jumped quite fast. No matter how fast also it was about 1 hour+ wait! It's located opposite the World Trade Centre, Causeway Bay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s200/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016121433914382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;Waiting in line...no 58 ny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;a...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;long way to go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzc7hqwl8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZXizMwCPii8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzc7hqwl8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZXizMwCPii8/s200/DSC00534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016127000191997890" border="0" /&gt;Salmon Fish eggs on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzc7hqwl8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZXizMwCPii8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt; rice (forgot &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzc7hqwl8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZXizMwCPii8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;the n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzc7hqwl8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZXizMwCPii8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;ame leh)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzahRqwl7I/AAAAAAAAALI/97f-hRyX2FU/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzahRqwl7I/AAAAAAAAALI/97f-hRyX2FU/s200/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016124350197176242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzahRqwl7I/AAAAAAAAALI/97f-hRyX2FU/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;Deep fried soft shell crab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more but was too hungry after the wait so forgot to take the photos of the first few dishes!! hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at the typical neighbourhood cafe. We had to walk a few streets in order to find this place. As our dear Auntie Florence who doesn't frequent such areas, she didn't recommend us to eat at such cafes. Had my favourite, "Char Leong" (yau char quai wrapped in chee cheong fun) and beef noodles (ngau lam meen). We also had porridge, which was like so smooth and yummy. The secret to their yummy food, it was made there and then, the yah char quai is being fried there too so it's like fresh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzjlRqwl-I/AAAAAAAAALg/--LPxrA6DQI/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzjlRqwl-I/AAAAAAAAALg/--LPxrA6DQI/s200/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016134314521303010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzjlRqwl-I/AAAAAAAAALg/--LPxrA6DQI/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;This was not the best I had but it was good enough!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzigRqwl9I/AAAAAAAAALY/HSUUtlqdrYY/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzigRqwl9I/AAAAAAAAALY/HSUUtlqdrYY/s200/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016133129110329298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzigRqwl9I/AAAAAAAAALY/HSUUtlqdrYY/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;Love this, the beef was so tender and the soup yumm..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzk_xqwl_I/AAAAAAAAALo/c9kwXv3VKU4/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZzk_xqwl_I/AAAAAAAAALo/c9kwXv3VKU4/s200/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016135869299464178" border="0" /&gt;Really smooth porridge, I must say the Honkies are darn good in making porridge,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-889845758352774309?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/889845758352774309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=889845758352774309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/889845758352774309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/889845758352774309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/hong-kong-day-1-2.html' title='Hong Kong Day 1 - 2'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RZzX3hqwl6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_u7tf6eZhMc/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-317724342208095044</id><published>2007-01-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:16:02.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Kieran's 1st Day at School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a long day as it was Kieran's first day at school and also piano class. Went to piano class at 10 am and then we went for an early lunch near the school. Had a good chat with Kieran and reminded him not to take money from his friends again. I made sure he had enough food and drink plus tissue too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was quite early, we managed to get a good parking but it was a MPPJ parking, so had to pay la. Nevermind la cos I didn't want to get caught in the school jam. But the parking is very close to the school so it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how happy he is, didn't show any signs of nervousness at all, aiya, shouldn't also la, since he's been to the school for 3 weeks last year for the extra classes. Anyway here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvb_xqwlwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K0zbK6m4dBc/s1600-h/school1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvb_xqwlwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K0zbK6m4dBc/s200/school1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015844498718103298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvcMxqwlxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/o6mRPuTAK48/s1600-h/school2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvcMxqwlxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/o6mRPuTAK48/s200/school2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015844722056402706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Apah to pick him up as I foresee all hell will break loose for the traffic situation. And yes it was as expected quite bad and it was drizzling a little. Apah went to get him while I drove. Here's photo of the jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvfIhqwlyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Wagsd__yDgw/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvfIhqwlyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Wagsd__yDgw/s200/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015847947576842018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was supposed to send him for a haircut the day before but Amah was too lazy and glued to the tv watching Korean drama. So took him for the haircut while Apah shopped at the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, Apah said Kieran bought Vitagen in school. I blew up, of course la, cos I made sure he didn't bring any money to school. This time he took money from a church friend. I was so mad I went berserk. He said he didn't take the money, the friend gave him the money to buy the vitagen and they shared the drink. That's not the point, the point was he disobeyed me again! Just because practically everyone bought things in the canteen he also was pressured to do so. I want to maintain not allowing him to succumb to peer pressure cos I can see the pressure to get Playstation and then handphone and God knows what coming in the near future! I really give up la..when talking to him, he was like an angel and able to answer the questions I posted to him to make sure he understood my intention and the next thing he did was to take again...WHY?? WHY?? WHY??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-317724342208095044?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/317724342208095044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=317724342208095044&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/317724342208095044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/317724342208095044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/kierans-1st-day-at-school.html' title='Kieran&apos;s 1st Day at School'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RZvb_xqwlwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K0zbK6m4dBc/s72-c/school1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5072299274578639035</id><published>2007-01-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:07:19.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from my Hong Kong trip update but this is a backdated post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Christmas dinner at mom's place and this year we decided to have steam boat. Usually my older brother would cook western food but this year he decided not to as he claims lack of practise! Anyway, the steam boat was good. I bought a Christmas cake from the bakery in Isetan and it was simply yummilicious! It was a green tea cake. Highly recommended!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvkmRqwlzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e2VGqvWpvUo/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvkmRqwlzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e2VGqvWpvUo/s200/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015853956236089138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvlmBqwl0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aCuPwM8EGs8/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvlmBqwl0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aCuPwM8EGs8/s200/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015855051452749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner Piggyhoo called me to join her &amp; old school friends for a nite out. Met her at the Curve and the traffic was horrendous so thank God LaundryApah dropped me there and I didn't need to look for carpark. Met the gang at this Paddington Pancake restaurant as some of her friends have not eaten. It was like 9.30 already and their food was yet to be served! They only served the drink after about an hour! So they decided to make some noise and complained but they said they couldn't do anything as they couldn't cope with the demand! Food finally arrived after 1.5hrs and one of it was a wrong order! The poor girls were so hungry they didn't bother to complain so they just dugged in and gobbled it up. They admitted the order was wrong and we demanded some discount or some free drinks and they didn't react but just smiled sheepishly only! WTF!! I was not eating but still I was quite mad lor! Then the girls decided not to pay for the meal and we just walked off 2 by 2! See la these people, didn't even realise also! I am sure there are many others who walked off without paying. Wow, it's amazing how daring these young people are nowadays. For me, no matter how terrible the service, I don't think I can just walk off without paying, just tell the whole world how bad they were "mai shuin lor..." (was good enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to Desa Hartamas for the countdown to Christmas. Again, parking was like full and we spotted a spot just enought to squeeze Piggyhoo's car but it was not a legal lot la. Then this Indian boy came and demanded RM10 for the parking fee! I asked what right he has to demand that amount and he said that it was Christmas eve so it's standard fee! WTF! What standard fee? Just becos we didn't park in their parking lot they wanted to still collect the fee. We didn't want trouble so we drove off and parked further away at a private car park which was also RM10 but we felt better since it was a legal parking area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this club called My Home, wah it's been like donkey years since Amah went clubbing ok. Amah got culture shock lor! Those girls kept camwhoring non-stop. Amah also camwhored a bit la but cannot beat them man! Then after the countdown the DJ invited guests to dance and there was this group of aunties who came out and started dancing Line Dance! Waraoeh! I thought I was the oldest there but I was not lor! hahahhaha... The DJ called them the Pussycats of Hartamas and they were like dancing for 3 songs and I was like kinda didn't want to see the 4th one lor...begged the gang to out instead but they dare not! Young ciku memang young ciku, like that also dare not. So Amah of course have to lead the way la! kakakkaka...Can u imagine this Amah dancing with those young 21 year olds?? Happening leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvo8hqwl2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nu0y38Y9MRY/s1600-h/myhomesign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvo8hqwl2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nu0y38Y9MRY/s200/myhomesign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015858736534689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvo8hqwl2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nu0y38Y9MRY/s1600-h/myhomesign.JPG"&gt;It read:My Home Bistro &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvo8hqwl2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nu0y38Y9MRY/s1600-h/myhomesign.JPG"&gt;Wish u Merry X'mas Let's the Party began&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh??? Can get someone with more descent English to write a sign liddis ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvnThqwl1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l_wywX4-558/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvnThqwl1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l_wywX4-558/s200/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015856932648425298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvnThqwl1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/l_wywX4-558/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;Hartamas Pussycats in action!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them got info that there were police blocks everywhere and all of them drank alcohol except me &amp; Piggghoo. So I was asked to help drive one of the girl's car. So off we went and the police upon seeing this innocent looking Amah didn't even stop me, just flagged me to continue! muahahahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling hungry from all the excitement and suggested to go mamak in SS2. I was led to this really happening mamak called Murni. The menu they had was like endless and most of them I've not heard of before! Wah this Amah very out la! The food and drinks were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvr7xqwl3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DR1qT2eKYpI/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvr7xqwl3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DR1qT2eKYpI/s200/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015862022184671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvvZhqwl4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HXOtyo1IN28/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvvZhqwl4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HXOtyo1IN28/s200/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015865831820662658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink was Mango special and the food was Garlic Cheese Naan...wah 1st time for Amah leh..soooo soooo yummieeeee lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5072299274578639035?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5072299274578639035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5072299274578639035&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5072299274578639035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5072299274578639035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RZvkmRqwlzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e2VGqvWpvUo/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-632619503031087757</id><published>2006-12-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:21:52.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 1</title><content type='html'>Went to TST Park Lane and sent my ring to enlarge (fat ledi ma...so cannot fit leow lor). Bought it in 2003 from TSL so I could get it enlarged FOC. Then jalan jalan (walking) along Park Lane. Shops not so interesting so we made our way to Harbour City but I wasn't sure of the direction from Park Lane. Guess guess and ask around la. Vague memory ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at McDonalds cos I wanted to try the rice burger. So so nya...but the entertainment we had was awesome! We were eating halfway and suddenly there was this lady screaming in Cantonese ala Teochew accent. She accused this guy of molesting her while she was exiting and him entering McDonalds. She was obviously a nanny as I saw her holding a 7 - 8-year old foreigner boy. She kept saying that the guy molested her and asked him to go to the police station which was directly opposite that place. The guy refused of course and called the police on his handphone but the police never turned up even when we were leaving. I think the drama lasted about 15 - 20 minutes. Obviously the lady is from China and she was looking for a quick buck but didn't get it lor! Sooooo irrrriiiiitating....really pity the boy she was babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Harbour City next, spent like almost 3 hours in Marks &amp; Spencer alone, eh 3 floors leh! Bought the prettiest dress for Kylie, lingerie, underwear &amp;amp; socks for Kieran.  Then went to this floor which has all the branded kids wear e.g.Kingkow, D&amp; G, Kenzo, Dior, Moschino etc etc...so beautiful ok but then the discount was not really fantastic so didn't get anything la...somemore all wintery clothes. Saw Disney version Croc Shoes, quite cute lor cos the holes were in the shape of Mickey's head but I didn't get also cos I don't like Croc shoes even though they are slightly cheaper there compared to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvCexqwllI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XtpHzjG1my8/s1600-h/harbour1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvCexqwllI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XtpHzjG1my8/s200/harbour1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015816443991725650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvGSBqwlsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7h0_W-zxOsU/s1600-h/HbrCityLights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvGSBqwlsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7h0_W-zxOsU/s200/HbrCityLights.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015820622994904770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvCyBqwlmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SzQpMJfPfGg/s1600-h/reddress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvCyBqwlmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SzQpMJfPfGg/s200/reddress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015816774704207458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference of the Christmas deco between day &amp; night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were hungry leow and my legs couldn't take me anywhere further to look for more authentic food so we settled for shopping complex food at this restaurant which overlooks the harbour where the Star Cruise docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvDURqwloI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bdw5fJ8n71A/s1600-h/nachos1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvDURqwloI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bdw5fJ8n71A/s200/nachos1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015817363114727042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvDIxqwlnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-kvBWhmWSo4/s1600-h/nachos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvDIxqwlnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-kvBWhmWSo4/s200/nachos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015817165546231410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serving was so big we actually had to force everything in our stomach since it was kinda pricey. Good thing we took a slow and long walk after that since we wanted to see the areana of stars. It was dark by then and the Christmas lights on both sides of TST and HK island can be seen clearly and it was simply beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvE8RqwlpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OCUNbI1-qhU/s1600-h/harbourlights2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvE8RqwlpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OCUNbI1-qhU/s200/harbourlights2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015819149821122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvFlBqwlqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ivXtrikLkFY/s1600-h/HbrCityLights1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvFlBqwlqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ivXtrikLkFY/s200/HbrCityLights1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015819849900791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvGDhqwlrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fidMwHgbSt4/s1600-h/HbrCityLights2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvGDhqwlrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fidMwHgbSt4/s200/HbrCityLights2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015820373886801586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvHoBqwluI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tOQun7EkLbQ/s1600-h/HbrCityLights3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvHoBqwluI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tOQun7EkLbQ/s200/HbrCityLights3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015822100463654626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Hong Kong Island                                                                  TST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvJLhqwlvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5-c-2F5BwoE/s1600-h/tonyStar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvJLhqwlvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5-c-2F5BwoE/s200/tonyStar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015823809860638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvHBRqwltI/AAAAAAAAAII/45snWKGD0uI/s1600-h/stars1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZvHBRqwltI/AAAAAAAAAII/45snWKGD0uI/s200/stars1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015821434743723730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print of my darling Tony Leung Chiu Wai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked past this very familiar looking bridge which we've seen in movies and tv serials. Then we walked to the nearest MTR which was like so far....by the time we reached the apartment our legs were almost giving way! What a fruitful day. But it didn't end here as we had to massage our host as she was aching all over from the hardwork of decorating a 10' Christmas tree! That's how we paid for our stay with her...kakakakakaka....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-632619503031087757?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/632619503031087757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=632619503031087757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/632619503031087757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/632619503031087757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/hong-kong-day-1.html' title='Hong Kong Day 1'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RZvCexqwllI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XtpHzjG1my8/s72-c/harbour1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6962034064522437354</id><published>2006-12-15T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:35:59.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Macau Day 1-2</title><content type='html'>After checking in the hotel, we went off to savour the famous "chue par pau" (pork chop bun). I hardly eat pork back home but coming all the way and it's supposed to be really popular and yummy, of course eat la! Well, the taste otoke? Hmmm....the bun was like sooooo yummy but the pork chop was like kinda normal lor. The bun was crisp on the outside and the inside was like so soft! We also tried the "lat yu cheesi pau" (Sardine in spicy oil with cheese bun). It doesn't look special or delicious from the appearance but it's yummylicious! I never really liked sardines but this sardine was so yummy that I bought some back! hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNpnhd4AyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UJNO5lf8WHs/s1600-h/sardinebgr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNpnhd4AyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UJNO5lf8WHs/s200/sardinebgr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013466937912984354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNpcBd4AxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sBgoYoCx46M/s1600-h/porkbgr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNpcBd4AxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sBgoYoCx46M/s200/porkbgr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013466740344488722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruins of St Paul was a disappointment. Don't know why it looked so good on photos but in real life...hmmm...not so impressive leh. Anway, we didn't get good pics as it was dark already. They were supposed to have lights shining up the fort but that day they decided not to! Walked down the shopping street and the dried bbq meat pork sellers kept offering us to sample the bbq pork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNqCBd4AzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XZJVgLufYSo/s1600-h/stpaul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNqCBd4AzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XZJVgLufYSo/s200/stpaul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013467393179517746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYo_ohd4ApI/AAAAAAAAADs/gYHJ-eP-LHc/s1600-h/test.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010887500814090898" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYo_ohd4ApI/AAAAAAAAADs/gYHJ-eP-LHc/s200/test.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was then at an authentic Portuguese restaurant near the Black Sand beach..alamak forgot the name. The food was like OMG....really delicious lor! Again, the bread was like heavenly! I mean it! Heavenly! The bbq pork ribs too was yummy and I'm sure Oscar's mom will love it cos it's very salty!!!!!!! Don't think the vege looks plain plain liddat, wah...also very yummy wor! The garlic cod fish was so-so nya...tasted kinda weird and was swimming in olive oil. See the wine they added lemon inside. Very nice wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYpDqxd4ArI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2bQg6sEXAJc/s1600-h/lemonwine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010891937515307698" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYpDqxd4ArI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2bQg6sEXAJc/s200/lemonwine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYpDIRd4AqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HnIroDUEX-A/s1600-h/pobun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010891344809820834" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RYpDIRd4AqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HnIroDUEX-A/s200/pobun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNrhBd4A1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cY_EvakUI8o/s1600-h/prawns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNrhBd4A1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cY_EvakUI8o/s200/prawns.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013469025267090258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNqrhd4A0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/GH9rQFO9b9o/s1600-h/poribs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNqrhd4A0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/GH9rQFO9b9o/s200/poribs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013468106144088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Macau Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was at the typical char chan teng (coffee shop) near the hotel. We ate the "chue par pau" (pork chop bun) again and instant noodles with sardines. This time the bun was not as good but the pork chop was good. Piggyhoo tried the coffee with lemon which tasted weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Macau's biggest casino called Sands. The place was smoky and swarmed of Tai Luk people. Don't see them like so Ah Piau, betting at minimum HKD100/chip and they bet with like more than 3 chips! We just went to observe and didn't gamble of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed and checked out and went to meet my cousin's (Piggyhoo's mom) Macau friends (Uncle Gau &amp; Aunty Po). We had the best Portugese tart ever before we went to Zhu Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZOc5hd4A5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XYaCJvqAjK0/s1600-h/potartbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZOc5hd4A5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XYaCJvqAjK0/s200/potartbox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013523322243646354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZObrRd4A4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/yaFEr-MSs3Q/s1600-h/potart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZObrRd4A4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/yaFEr-MSs3Q/s200/potart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013521977918882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was parked nearby to Immigration and then we just walked across the border. Upon reaching Macau Immigration, we realised we have to submit the embarkation form but both of us do not have it in our passports!! PANIC!!!! The Macau friend quickly checked with the immigration office if it's ok to fill in a new one. It was ok but then upon looking at the leng chai officer, he asked me to check my purse again, and I found the form! hahahhaa..As usual there were Tai Luk ppl everywhere and they were transporting goods back in plastic bags, shopping trolleys etc..We saw Immigration officers stopping some of them and some managed to escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping centre was right in front of the Zhu Hai immigration. It reminded me of Sg Wang, only bigger. The first part was the handphone &amp; electronic gadgets area and I bought the latest Nokia bluetooth (size is smaller than the normal ones) for RMB120 only! Can you beat that? The offering price was RMB240 and the Macau friend helped bargain it down. Terrerrr leh! Then Uncle Gau &amp;amp; Aunty Po went for massage while we shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought loads of DVDs, mainly TVB serials and of course my Korean series! Wahahahahaa...we stopped buying after a while when we suddenly realised that we couldn't overdo it, kena tahan (get caught) at the customs mai sei (die)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of walking and bargaining we were really tired and went back to the Spa. They had a private massage room complete with TV. They had to add massage time as we overshot the time! hahahaha..then we decided to have foot massage since they were not finished with their body massage. It was just RMB35 only! Warao! I was not the massage massage type but went for it la! However, I warned the girl not to overdo it as I was the sensitive and the screaming type! (Where else did Kylie inherit this trait leh??) She was so gentle till I began to feel that she was just sayang sayanging (stroking gently) my leg so I told her can press harder one....wah...in just a few moments I let out a yelp! Yeowwwwwwww! It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZOdZRd4A6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jF9Z_ciNyeY/s1600-h/footmassage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZOdZRd4A6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jF9Z_ciNyeY/s200/footmassage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013523867704492962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the massage we made our way back to Macau. Dinner was at a Burmese restaurant. We had Yue Tong Mee (Noodles in Fish stock), taste was nothing special but the stock was very good. Piggy had pork chop noodles and it was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNr_xd4A3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gnGd0axsZSU/s1600-h/porkmee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNr_xd4A3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gnGd0axsZSU/s200/porkmee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013469553548067698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNrzhd4A2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/JV-WLoB8eEo/s1600-h/yutongmee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RZNrzhd4A2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/JV-WLoB8eEo/s200/yutongmee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013469343094670178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the ferry terminal. Bought our tickets (HKD176) and proceeded to board. However, we were stopped as we had our luggage with us. Jialatt (bad luck) cos I saw some ppl going in with luggage something like ours also managed to walk past! We went to pay for the luggage handling fee (HKD20 each) and the porter told us we were advised to carry them in as the ferry leaves in 15 minutes time and clearance in HK will take a long time (he described that we can go to HK and back to TST also the luggage will not appear!). That reminded me of the luggage incident earlier so I decided to carry into the ferry! So stupid right? Pay for the handling fee and then allow to carry! Bloody Macau Porter was so irritating cos he returned change for the fee in a ten dollar coin. Aunty Po asked him to give a note instead and he said no more! Aunty Po was a fierce lady and said she saw in the box, so he sei sei (at the end) also had to give us the note. Then Aunty Po also scolded him for exaggerating about the luggage clearance time. So kesian la (pityful) we since we were ignorant we kena (got) bullied..sob sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived Hong Kong and took a cab to Aunty Florence's (cousin's friend too) place at Nam San Sun Chuen (Quarry Bay,Tai Koo). The apartment was very small as expected and we slept in the sofa bed in the living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6962034064522437354?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6962034064522437354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6962034064522437354&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6962034064522437354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6962034064522437354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/macau-day-1-2.html' title='Macau Day 1-2'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RZNpnhd4AyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UJNO5lf8WHs/s72-c/sardinebgr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4523335609267409351</id><published>2006-12-13T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:57:41.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>HK-Macau Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>As usual this Amah very last minute with so many unfinished tasks left to the last day before the travel date. Managed to finish just before midnight and then only started packing! With my half past six packing, I forgot to bring the maps to my shopping and food destinations and also the time table which we planned our trip on! Also the address of the person whom we going to stay with in Hong Kong was on the time table. Sigh, the best part is I remembered printing all of it and put it together with my camera USB cable and even had vague memory that I've placed all of them in the bag...but in actual fact, it was not! Now, I'm stuck with the limited memory of 1Gb in my camera and also 1Gb in my phone memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (10/12/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a 45-minute delay departing KLIA and I arrived HKIA 2.00pm. I was told that I do not have to go through HK customs, and can directly get on the ferry to Macau from the airport. Yes, true enough. It's that simple. After coming out of the plane, I just walked straight following the sign to the ferry and then got the ticket for HKD180.00. My luggage will automatically be transferred to the ferry which I'm booked on, which was 3.15pm. Instructions were clear and everything was smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry ride was about 1 hour and when I came out of customs, I was actually expecting something like the airport, i.e. luggage coming out in a carousel but unfortunately no! They dumped the luggage in a room and there was no queue and I see everybody crowding around that place waiting for their luggage! I was like oh noooooooo..how long do I have to wait? The situation was worsened with the fact that a group of Macau athletes had returned from the Asian Games! But thank God, somehow despite the fact that I was quite far from the counter, I managed to spot my luggage coming in the trolley as it was right on top of the pile! I quickly waved my luggage tag to the porter and shouted that my luggage was out! I didn't know what gave me the courage to do so but I just did it! So that saved me a lot of hassle and off I went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come whenever I have the chance to put down before I forget the details! Photos etc will follow when I return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4523335609267409351?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4523335609267409351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4523335609267409351&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4523335609267409351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4523335609267409351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/hk-macau-trip-day-1.html' title='HK-Macau Trip Day 1'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9064851676686118582</id><published>2006-12-08T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:06:53.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>4 hours sleep only!!</title><content type='html'>Ayo, weyo so little sleep? And summore today going to take family picture at the studio. They better put the makeup gau gau and photoshop to hide my panda eyes leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, laundryamah occasionally takes back some stuff to wash one, like small small contracts la, just to  get some pocket money and also for the sake of R &amp;amp; D with my various chemicals. So this time, me got back this stupid contract to wash some hideous looking polyester cloth. Yes they come in rolls of at least 50 yards and we have to unroll and then after the wash have to untangle it! The untangling job is the worst and I think my arms just grew bigger because of this! Well I have been leaving this job to my worker and of course he's been quite slow and always complaining, "It's not that easy you know...." so me also fed up la and the customer also very irritating, always asking us to finish the job faster cos they have to finish sewing those hideous looking shirts for CNY! Ok, may post the picture of the cloth when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my worker couldn't cope with the load, I passed on the last batch to my customer to help out. This customer is actually a centre for people with learning disabilities and they actually have a laundry washing towels for 2 hotels in town. I thought they could do with the extra business and they had a bigger and more efficient machine than mine in the store. Dim chi...after 2 days, they couldn't even finish half of the load I gave them! Ayo...ok ok..remember their workers have learning diabilities, so they were only used to fold towels! So otoke? Bring back and do myself la! What time was that? 5.30 pm already, so have to do myself the whole night la since worker have to go home ma! But of all days, yesterday have to go to relative's pre-wedding party so only came back at 11pm to start the washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, with only 1 pair of hands, I managed to do more load than my worker plus help from my maid! You see la, actually it's always better to do things myself one, but then again cannot la...die lor if everyday like that! Slept at 2 am but didn't really have a good one also as my mind was thinking of the remaining load...so woke up at 6 am to continue! Now waiting for a load to finish while writing this! See this amah, so tired also die die must blog! Sei moh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-9064851676686118582?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9064851676686118582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9064851676686118582&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9064851676686118582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9064851676686118582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-hours-sleep-only.html' title='4 hours sleep only!!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5657112062435475183</id><published>2006-12-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:24:10.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Kids not well</title><content type='html'>Aiya, just when I'm about to go off for a holiday and there are full activities this weekend, the kids are not well. Actually, both kids have been wheezing for quite some time. Both also haven't fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night while I was planning my holiday, Apah called to say Kylie was down with fever. Ayo...so this morning I took her to paed and she said at least her wheezing has stopped and she should be having an infection cos the inside of her nose is reddish. She suspects a running nose episode to come up. Sigh, my poor lil princess has been in and out of paed since the day she was born leh..not only for jabs! That's why eventhough she eats a lot she's still like so tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the boy, since his pneumonia episode last year, he's also been having this wheezing problem off and on. So penat (tired) la...the paed also almost running out of ideas to treat him. Any ideas on chinese medicines??? My sis-in-law's mom who operates a ginseng and chinese herb shop recommended to boil dried crocodile meat with herbs for him. It's like quite gross lor but if it can cure why not leh?? Any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5657112062435475183?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5657112062435475183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5657112062435475183&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5657112062435475183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5657112062435475183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/kids-not-well.html' title='Kids not well'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8383079266002855849</id><published>2006-12-05T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:03:59.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 8th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today, 8 years ago I walked down the aisle and married LaundryApah. I can't believe 8 years had just passed! Gosh..how time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we doing? NOTHING lor...aiya I don't remember ever celebrating our anniversary leh. Nevermind la, cos LaundryApah promised me a gift.....but yet to get it cos the place which gave us the best offer ran out of stock. What is it??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I got a lot la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng..jeng...jeng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sony T50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004995442977763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXVQ1nkjcII/AAAAAAAAADY/pR2oByhX5-Y/s400/sony_cybershot_dsct50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pix from &lt;a href="http://myorganiclife.blogspot.com"&gt;Samm's site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well thanks to the influence from &lt;a href="http://myorganiclife.blogspot.com"&gt;Samm&lt;/a&gt;, I've managed to persuade LaundryApah to get me this. If Sony has run out of stock, we may have to go back to that shop where the sales guy was like kinda rude. No choice la, cos that shop has the stock and the offer was the 2nd best one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait la...loh kung faster get it la so I can use it during my holiday la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8383079266002855849?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8383079266002855849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8383079266002855849&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8383079266002855849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8383079266002855849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-8th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='My 8th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RXVQ1nkjcII/AAAAAAAAADY/pR2oByhX5-Y/s72-c/sony_cybershot_dsct50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5895521338511202937</id><published>2006-12-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:57:57.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>How to Discipline this son of mine?</title><content type='html'>I was about to post my final episode of Milan but my mom called yet again about how menacing Kieran was after ..(I lost count how many times she called). She picked him up from school today as I was super busy with work and I had to send the maids to the agency to get a good whacking from the agent as they cooked up some cock and bull stories and wanted to go home before their contracts end. So can you imagine what kind of stressed has built up in my system at that time?? It was like going to explode ledi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed home and even before I could enter the house I can hear my mom yadda yadda bla bla your son so disobedient…refuse to listen, fighting in school etc etc etc. I quickly grabbed the cane from my car (yes I keep a cane in the car!) and went straight upstairs. Upon seeing the look on my face, my mom panicked and quickly said that Kieran’s in the shower, wait…But I can’t wait as I was fuming! Went straight to the shower, yes I caned him and I think this was the hardest that I’ve caned him. I was screaming on top of my lungs as I guess he apparently did not get the message when I grounded him since the money incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so disappointed and sad with his behaviour. I really do not know how to teach him as each time after I talked to him, he seems to understand why he was being punished and that he should not repeat the mistake again, but yet again and again, he misbehaves. I really need help now, should I find a child councillor or child psychologist?? Really I’m at wits end now…I really do not want to go on with this shouting and caning session as I know it’s so unhealthy for both of us and I pity the neighbours also la! So how???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway apart from that, my mom found a peeled and cut cucumber in her maid’s bag! WTF is it in her bag and the shape was like ah hem..and when confronted she pulled an innocent face and said I don’t know why it’s in there..DUH!!!! Harroooooo..we were not born yesterday!! How disgusting can these maids get????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5895521338511202937?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5895521338511202937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5895521338511202937&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5895521338511202937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5895521338511202937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-discipline-this-son-of-mine.html' title='How to Discipline this son of mine?'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7860729640201942991</id><published>2006-12-04T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:55:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Part 7 and definitely Final Part!</title><content type='html'>Yes this is definitely the final part of my journey. My flight was in the afternoon but since the guys were going to the airport I tagged along la, but it was so early, left the hotel about 7am! See la me, want to save the airport taxi charges, die die wake up early la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching my flight also not even on the departure schedule! I wanted to ask for help regarding the claim for VAT but I searched high and low for information booth and then finally found one but eh...no one was manning the booth! What is this??? Shouldn't they have information like 24 hours in an international airport?? Enjoy the sunrise from the window la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPLU3kjcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/DTUJeJAZjnA/s1600-h/DSCN3385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPLU3kjcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/DTUJeJAZjnA/s200/DSCN3385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004567170313842754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPMJHkjcFI/AAAAAAAAACw/nKRi5qUuyLw/s1600-h/DSCN3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPMJHkjcFI/AAAAAAAAACw/nKRi5qUuyLw/s200/DSCN3386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004568067962007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then periodically I went to check the departure schedule to check my check in aisle and finally came out around 9.30am. I brought along 2 bottles of mineral water which I took from my principal's booth! But then as I was queing in to security check I was told that all liquids have to be in a tiny plastic bag which they gave and it doesn't fit the 500ml mineral water lor! Otoke? Glug glug glug...telan all the water while queing la! I already drank one while waiting to check in, phew! Since I was in the queue to the security check I couldn't get out and throw the empty bottle so I just left on the floor lor! Ayo so embarassing ok, cos I never ever throw rubbish like on the floor one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, passed security and the moment I walked out I saw the VAT refund booth. Quickly went there and was told to get custom officer's stamp and signature first. See la, no information I so kelam kabut (lost). Then the moment I stepped into the custom officer's room I got a rude shock, the officer just scolded or cursed me in his language and was gesturing his hand towards me like, "Get out!". Warao eh.. Sai em sai so ngok ah..(why must be so fierce?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it was my turn he looked up at me with this really disgusted look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom-Where's the goods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Here, pointing at my LV bag which I was already using!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom-NO NO NO...u cannot use the goods..(just shoved the VAT form away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Err..No? I didn't know! The shop assistant did not warn me! Please sign the form. Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom-started talking in Italian to his colleague and ignoring me! You, call this shop ask them to call us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom-Go outside! Call outside! (the hands like shoo shoo me like a chicken liddat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-damn humiliated and frustrated at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the LV shop and they said they will call but after waiting some time light no reaction leh! Then I looked at the custom office with pleading eyes liddat ok. The rude guy went off for a break and his colleague who was a lady I think sort of pitied me. She called me in. Then I told her why not I call LV and she can talk to them on my phone but the LV line was busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the lady just stamped and signed for me la. Really the most humiliating experience for me to claim back Euro78!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off I went to do more shopping!! I must say for Milan, the duty free shopping stores are kinda pathetic. Thank goodness there's still a Gucci outlet. And after rounding the shelves and touching like all the bags and stuff I bought the following items. Unfortunately, the tax was inclusive, which means I have to go to back to Mr and Ms Black Face Custom Officers to get their stamping! Mr Black Face still not back from his break, I hope he never did make it back! Anyway, Ms Black Face stamped and signed quietly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPTqnkjcGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hwP_YJPL6O8/s1600-h/DSCN3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPTqnkjcGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hwP_YJPL6O8/s200/DSCN3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004576340069019746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPUEHkjcHI/AAAAAAAAADA/XQ-L-wGnOKo/s1600-h/DSCN3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXPUEHkjcHI/AAAAAAAAADA/XQ-L-wGnOKo/s200/DSCN3398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004576778155683954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to show my loot to my cousin, she liked the bag instantly so I sold to her la..kinda felt guilty for my purchases too, so lightened my burden a bit! My disappointment from this trip, I never made it to the the brand outlets and also Prada! Yeah...yeah..sut pai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7860729640201942991?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7860729640201942991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7860729640201942991&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7860729640201942991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7860729640201942991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/milan-part-7-and-definitely-final-part.html' title='Milan Part 7 and definitely Final Part!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RXPLU3kjcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/DTUJeJAZjnA/s72-c/DSCN3385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-16947150359446714</id><published>2006-12-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:22:48.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Kieran's Bday Party</title><content type='html'>LaundryApah said this year will be the last birthday party for Kieran. But then again.. I love birthday parties! See how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I chose the church as we had a charity bazaar the same day I planned to hold his party and I thought it would be a good idea since I can tumpang (enjoy) the free clown and slides etc. But the moment the I turned into the road that leads to the church, I immediately regretted! There were cars lined up on both sides of the road and it's still a long way to the church leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a working Saturday, there was another church on the same road and also a warehouse sale going on! Warao! I dropped the cake and stuff plus a wailing baby with the maid and went out to find a carpark. I parked like a zillion miles away and walked like mad back to the church. As I was walking, I was like thinking oh no...what about my guests?? I was then glad that a lot them couldn't make it and there were a few others whom I FORGOT to invite (yes they are now thanking their lucky stars that I forgot them!) I quickly smsed those who were coming to warn them about the parking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the church, I noticed the place which they reserved for me was occupied with people. Hmm..where was the organiser? Alamak, it was crowded like mad ok, but after a while I bumped into the organiser and managed to get hold of the person who was supposed to assist me. She was very helpful, helped me with the food and drinks also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that &lt;a href="http://ramblingmoo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Angeleyes&lt;/a&gt; managed to make it to the party thanks to &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt; of course for giving her a lift. Unfortunately the party was getting a bit out of hand due to lack of planning from this lazy Amah! However, the clowns were great and very entertaining. I really enjoyed them very much, I think more than some of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKU13kjb6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W5uR1Y03oVU/s1600-h/DSCN3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKU13kjb6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W5uR1Y03oVU/s200/DSCN3598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004225789133287330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKWOHkjb7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B9AW9qC0Cfk/s1600-h/DSCN3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKWOHkjb7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/B9AW9qC0Cfk/s200/DSCN3601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004227305256742834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKTwnkjb4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/guJbSJkvQoE/s1600-h/DSCN3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKTwnkjb4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/guJbSJkvQoE/s200/DSCN3573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004224599427346306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKUQnkjb5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/SyNf-wutSvc/s1600-h/DSCN3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKUQnkjb5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/SyNf-wutSvc/s200/DSCN3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004225149183160210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed the Thomas the Engine cake? I ordered from the contact &lt;a href="http://allyfeel.blogspot.com/2006/11/bbs-birthday.html#links"&gt;Allyfeel&lt;/a&gt; gave me. It was really very beautiful and at a very reasonable price I reckon. The taste was so-so but I was sure the kids appreciated the look more than the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the gifts Kieran received. Thank you everyone for the wonderful and very practical and useful gifts! Kieran was especially delighted with the mini toy computer that his grandfather gave him. He played with it immediately upon opening it! Kylie too was attracted to the computer as it produced songs! However, kor-kor was not too pleased with that and kept shouting at her and shoo-ing her away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKcQ3kjcCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ieQ-64sHBTA/s1600-h/DSCN3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKcQ3kjcCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ieQ-64sHBTA/s200/DSCN3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004233949571149858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKcl3kjcDI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xpcs2HCluiY/s1600-h/DSCN3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJani1X73xg/RXKcl3kjcDI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xpcs2HCluiY/s200/DSCN3622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004234310348402738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/16947150359446714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/16947150359446714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/12/kierans-bday-party.html' title='Kieran&apos;s Bday Party'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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/_gJani1X73xg/RXKU13kjb6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W5uR1Y03oVU/s72-c/DSCN3598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-296505095071320741</id><published>2006-11-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:03:30.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Milan Part 6!!</title><content type='html'>Well the last day at the show was a day I spent talking to suppliers as they were so busy entertaining visitors over the weekend. After that was just final rounding of the exhibitors to see if I missed out on anything interesting. Finally one by one of my associates began leaving for the airport. As I couldn't get a flight out, I had to stay another night. Thank God there were a few more guys staying another night too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we helped clean up and packed up the booth. It was really a fun time as the German guy kept teasing the Panamanian guy (who happens to be only 20 years old!). The German said something which made me laugh till I teared! It was so funny because of his expression oso la. Well Panama guy was having problems with the packing and German said this, "Here's 1000 watts (pointing at the arm) but no light! (pointing to the head)" kakakakaka.....so farnieeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to wait for the bus as usual but it didn't turn up! Then I realised could it be due to what happened in the morning? Well, that morning, the German walked up the bus with dog poo under his shoes! So maybe the bus driver marah leow and punished us! Liddat oso can meh?? No lar..me guess only but didn't find out why the bus didn't turn up lor. What to do, went back by cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met again for dinner later together with the American &amp; Canadian. Again, the people were from various contries. It was so funny cos we met at the bar first and we saw this bald guy and from his back he looked exactly like the England rep! It was hilarious and they made me take a photo of that guy (since I had been snapping photos all the time). Good thing that guy didn't find out ok! Then we took off to dinner at a restaurant recommended by the bar owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/824445/DSCN3379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/42923/DSCN3379.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/26400/DSCN3380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 149px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/386903/DSCN3380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how sneaky they were, after the 1st pix, they said to take again just in case and they wanted to kiss me! Thank God I bended down if not sure kena the face! Muahahaha..me much shorter than them ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, the bald guy was there too! OMG! What a coincidence! Dinner was great, and the Italian and German kept bullying me by poking me with toothpicks and of course I screamed la! Wah the more I screamed the more they poked! So embarassing ok! I guess it's because I was the rose among the torns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go to the toilet and to my horror, I saw a squatting toilet! I was like, huh?? I thought squatting toilets only exist in 3rd world country only leh! That was like maybe an antique restaurant! However, the food was simply amazing! It was so yummy and the guys forced me to drink wine! Thank God I didn't fall asleep cos wine always make me very sleepy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/576350/DSCN3345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/926064/DSCN3345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/74702/DSCN3358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/785194/DSCN3358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/609589/DSCN3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/675511/DSCN3361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/30222/DSCN3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/217326/DSCN3368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top left is the platter of entrees! I thought we were done after that amount we gobbled down but I was told it was only entree!! The white puffy thingy is like the "ham chim peng" (fried dough) we have here only yummier!!! The yellow thingy was the risotto in cheese which I found it a bit too rich but still yummy. The main dish was the platter of mixed boiled meat which looks kinda unappetising when I first saw it but it was like the yummiest!!!! Finally I had the famous Italian dessert, tiramisu but I was not impressed cos I thought the one I made was kinda similar! hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the final episode of Milan which was at the airport!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-296505095071320741?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/296505095071320741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=296505095071320741&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/296505095071320741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/296505095071320741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan-part-6.html' title='Milan Part 6!!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1718109799584846657</id><published>2006-11-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:29:23.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>More Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Today I went to return the RM1.00 to the boy and I was surprised this boy was not as bad as the previous one, in fact we had to prompt him in order to say yes that he gave Kieran the RM1.00. I did take notice of the boy who accused Kieran of stealing his money (20sen and I returned RM1.00 to him!), he as usual got excited and kept pointing his finger at Kieran. I really felt bad that this has to happen to my boy, but he has to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I sent my car for service and while waiting for the mechanic I saw a friend waiting there too. We started talking about kids and schools and then I related my story to her. Her daughter used to study at the same school as Kieran when she was in Std.1 and she told me her daughter's (X) story was more bizarre! Her daughter's friend (Y) used to offer X food whenever she buys from the canteen. My friend also didn't give money to X. X innocently thinking that the friend indeed was being nice in offering the food/drink, she took it gladly unassumingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day when my friend went to the school to collect X's report card, Y came up to her with a book of recordings of the times when she offered X food/drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-Aunty, X owes me RM40.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmom-What? How is that possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-Well I've been buying food and each time I gave X, it's recorded and now she owes me RM40.00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmom-Ok, I will return the money to you but RM1.00 per day and you are to sign in acknowledgement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said she gave a good whacking to her daughter and made her return the RM1.00 each day as a reminder to never ever take any offers from anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this actually happened? I was speechless ok! I mean, X &amp; Y were only 7 years old when that happened ok! So later I will warn Kieran not to take anything from anyone, mana tahu (you never know) one kid come up with one buku 555 (tiny notebook) and claim dunno how much from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1718109799584846657?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1718109799584846657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1718109799584846657&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1718109799584846657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1718109799584846657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-discoveries.html' title='More Discoveries'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7884205150312386926</id><published>2006-11-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:34:52.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Today I Bad Mood</title><content type='html'>Warning..quite a long story ahead! Today was not really a good day. Firstly I realised that my intended bday party celebration for Kieran was this Saturday and I have not finished inviting the guests and also prepare for the party! Cake also belum order! Warao, and this morning I have to go to Kieran's school to sort out something, weyo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed yesterday Kieran came home from school with things that do not belong to him and also two packet of tissues which I didn't give to him. I immediately questioned him and he had this very guilty look. He said he bought the tissue. I know that's impossible as I didn't give him money. He's not ready to handle money as yet from the last &lt;a href="http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/unique-experience.html"&gt;excursion&lt;/a&gt; his kindy took them which was practising the use of money at the tuckshop in a primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Whose ruler is that (I know that ruler is not his cos it has Colin written on it la) and who gave you the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-My friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Whose your friend &amp; how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-(blowing up now...) You don't know who then why you take his ruler? Then who gave you the money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-HOW MUCH??? (shouting!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-20 sen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-20 sen? Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-errr...yes....and then I bought a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-(fuming mad by now) What? 20 sen can buy tissue and drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-(looking really terrified and major guilty by now) Errr...no..another friend gave me money also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Did you ask for the money or they gave you? Or did you STEAL??? (shouting leow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Err..(eyes looked here and there...like side to side)No, my friend gave me RM1.00! Then I bought the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-The tissues????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-You are soooo dead...wait till you go home. You are also grounded.  You know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-No tv...no cartoon...no dvd...(looking down with very sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I went to the school in search of his loan provider or victims of extortion! I asked him to identify the boy whom he took money from. He pointed to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Hello, did you give Kieran money yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-(pointed at Kieran) He stole my money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Really? Where was your money when he stole it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-He stole my money! (Still pointing at Kieran) He asked me to give him money but I didn't give. He stole my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-So how much did he take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-RM1.00. He bought vitagen..he stole my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Ok, here's the RM1.00, next time don't bring money to school ok? (My head spinning and I glared at Kieran with laser eyes and went to his class to talk to his teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said she can't control the fact that the children bring money to school as they need to buy food and drinks. I was like, aiya why the parents give their kids money at such a young age leh..they really cannot grasp the concept yet ma. What do they know about money? They don't know how it's earned and the value of it. They just know they can buy the stuff from the shop without having to ask permission from parents! What freedom! I seriously am so against of giving money to Kieran as I have heard of how the the tuckshop sellers not returning the change to the children or selling more than what the children wanted or needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to do delivery after lunch, and  while walking down the stairs I slipped and twisted my leg but thank God I didn't fall flat on the road! &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's mom &lt;/a&gt;was asking if I should go since I was like kinda shaky! I went la, work have to complete no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's mom &lt;/a&gt;messaged me and said that she had a good talk with Kieran and found out the whole truth about the money incident. Apparently, he took money from 2 different boys, one boy was RM1.00 and the other was 20 sen. I also returned the RM1.00 to the wrong boy! So I still have owing of RM1.00 to the other boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt; made me realise that my son was too terrified of me and couldn't talk to me. I felt so guilty and thought maybe I was too hard on him. I really don't want to spoil him as I really cannot bear people branding him a spoilt brat. But then again, I was so heart sick and sad when I thought he actually stole money from his friend. It made me think I was a very bad mother, and wonder where did I go wrong in teaching and guiding him. Let this be a good lesson for me as I continue my struggle as a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I must thank God for giving me a gem of a friend plus excellent and efficient assistant in &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's mum&lt;/a&gt;! She's just amazing. I just left her the numbers and people to call and she kau tim for me!  She even became my son's councillor despite her heavy work load in the office. Thanks a lot, as usual, I'm going to be mushy about this, you are really a great help and a good friend indeed and I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Yes YOU, &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks (you know who u r) for the late invitation, it's been really rough the past 2 weeks and I've been really really busy till I think I have short term memory problem! eg.forgetting the route to the resort room..and also the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7884205150312386926?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7884205150312386926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7884205150312386926&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7884205150312386926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7884205150312386926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-bad-mood.html' title='Today I Bad Mood'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3018361550688258524</id><published>2006-11-28T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:45:48.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>18 month update on Kylie</title><content type='html'>Firstly apologies to those trying to leave their comments but blogspot decided to give us beta bloggers another round of headache, the word verification just doesn't turn up! Solly ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Milan Part XX forgot leow..have to be put on hold because "someone borrowed" or rather took my laptop without asking me...so have to wait la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Kylie to the paed yesterday (a long overdue visit but due to my very very busy schedule and paed opening hours..just couldn't make it) and her cough and cold has become more and more serious..meaning it didn't get well since the day I left for Milan or was it before??? Yes it was before but my mom took her to the paed the day I was away but after the medication she's still like coughing coughing and the mucus from her nose was like green green liddat leh! Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paed said she was wheezing, not good at all and had to start her on a round of antibiotics and also the puff! Ayo...and of course the bill came up to a whopper but thank God that is claimable from Apah's company. But the bill is not important...it's Kylie's wellbeing. Ayo don't tell me she has weak lungs like her ko ko..sked la. She's not very cooperative when it comes to medicines. The puff thingy was difficult too cos she doesn't understand when we tell her to breathe in and out..double ayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some positive updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - Kinda up and down from 9.8 kg to 10kg to 9.8kg now..eat so much no change due to her hyperactiveness I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height-78.2cm..warao the growth like 2 cm nya from July leh! So little wan....sob sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotions and Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A politician even before she can talk! Knows how to ambil hati of the right person at the right moment! Especially me and my mom. That day I was so angry with her I was about to whack whack her leow and then u know what she did?????? She put up the cutest look, sat on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder and looked up with a pout and blinked blinked liddat! Wah...me melted of course la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still cannot talk, only the same words, like mum-mum (eat), nen-nen(milk) etc..only latest word was Ah Poh, only because the maid was repeating that word non-stop with her! The maid oso very clever trying to buy Ah Poh's heart huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she can't talk I have taught her to point to things la..and she can do it quite well, the latest one was tummy and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember she used to do the lion roar..hahaha...she does that to other animals too! Only monkey is different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how naughty she can get...I still love her to pieces....and cannot stop kissing her! Muaks my lil darling!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3018361550688258524?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3018361550688258524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3018361550688258524&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3018361550688258524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3018361550688258524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/18-month-update-on-kylie.html' title='18 month update on Kylie'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6307376060308307501</id><published>2006-11-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:42:30.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Weekend Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-10.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-10.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782114610192&amp;amp;cy=ms&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=216172782114610192&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p1/216172782114610192/ms_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=216172782114610192&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p2/216172782114610192/ms_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip along the way was smooth but Kylie was a riot as usual. She refused to remain in her seat and was wailing away! You can see the sequence from the photo slide! She kept escaping each time we strap her in despite daddy tightening the belt! At the end I gave up and let her go loose! She knew we were going somewhere and was really excited along the way so she refused to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived at the resort, it started pouring cows &amp; elephants! I'm serious the rain was so heavy that it came into the lobby of the resort! We couldn't go into our rooms as they were the water chalets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really coudn't tahan hanging around with one hyper active girl so I asked Daddy to check out the exact location of the chalet. He ventured off and came back saying the path was flooded and his shoes were wet. Then I asked him to start putting the stuff we had inside the room first to make it easier to ferry the kids in. Our luggage couldn't go with us as the rain was still so heavy. Eventually we managed to get in the room and to our horrors it was leaking. Good thing it was not leaking on the bed areas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room looks the same as the last time we came. No changes..only older. They really need to do some upgrading. As usual I will check out the sheets and towels (chik yip peng = profession sickness) and found them as usual yucks. They are almost gray in colour! I really don't understand why these resorts just continue using the rubbish detergent/lousy contractor despite charging so high for their room rates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was flooding LaundryApah walked out barefooted and he stepped into a nail right outside our room! Jialatt or not?? We complained but they didn't come and remove the protruding nail. So terrible la..The only plus point was the extra bed so it was just perfect for Kieran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual dilly dally we were quite late for dinner. We settled for the buffet dinner at the resort as it we didn't feel like going out. Kylie was hungry as usual and I quickly prepared her food but after 5 spoonfuls she fell asleep! No afternoon nap mia pasal la! Ayooo..We packed some bread just in case she woke up and yes she did wake up when we reached the room. She started wailing the moment we took her out of the stroller! Started to feed her the bread but she spit it out occasionally! There were bananas from the fruit basket in the room so I fed her the banana. Then she was whiny like unconsoble one...then we realised she was constipating. Her stool was like biji biji (little balls) and very hard! hahhaa..after that she just ran around and refused to sleep! Then only I remembered &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; said never feed the kid banana before bed time! Too late! She only managed to fall asleep past midnight but both Kieran and myself were snoozing away...as usual poor daddy had to entertain! kakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the beach and then swim in the pool. After that I just lazed in the room till dinner! Dinner was at the hotel again, and it sucked big time! Tried to get the kids to nap but so difficult. Kylie finally fell asleep at about 3 pm only when we placed her inside the stroller, it was like magic! But the magic did not happen that night! So again she was running around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was very relaxing besides having to take care of the hyperactive girl, thanks to LaundryApah's company of course..all expenses paid trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6307376060308307501?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6307376060308307501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6307376060308307501&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6307376060308307501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6307376060308307501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-escapade.html' title='Weekend Escapade'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4019108305778620246</id><published>2006-11-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:44:41.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Milan Part 5</title><content type='html'>After shopping for my bag we rushed back to the hotel as my principal had a cocktail party. I promised the guys that I will be wearing my leather pants..growlll...one of the guys said I was Amah the tiger...growlllll...hahahaha.. (Sorry no picture...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cocktail party was a bore and my legs were killing me. Oops forgot to take a photo of my new boots, they are definitely for show only and cannot wear one! So after eating (actually nothing much to eat, cocktail ma..) so fast fast went up to my room to rest! Firstly soaked my poor feet in very hot water....ahhhhhhhhhhhh....Quite a cosy room but too costly for its standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/571334/DSCN3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/399461/DSCN3333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/780665/DSCN3334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/392140/DSCN3334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day halfway thru the exhibition, I decided to go out to check out the outlet stores. I remembered that the shops close mid afternoon, so I really ran! But damn, the nearest station (Lotto Fiera)from the hall was like almost 30 minutes walk! Cilaka! When I came out from the other station (Porta Venezia) where the outlet was, I was like so lost. All the road signs do not correspond with the map! Double cilaka! Anyway, took me another 30 minutes to find that miserable outlet and it was a let down as the clothes  were mainly winter clothes and there were so few selection of shoes, mainly Prada only and were still very expensive. This place was called Venistock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the other outlets Salvagente &amp; Affari and the station name was Dateo, blue line. The station was like so deaded, like nobody ok, the ticket vending machine was out of order and there were no one selling tickets too. Otoke? Dap ba wong che la! (Ride without buying ticket) It was one station away from Porta Venezia but it was a different train altogether, quite scary la..like so empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me quite some time to find the place and when I reached it was closed for the afternoon siesta break. Waited...waited...it was supposed to reopen at 3pm but past 3 pm it was still closed! I gave up, so I took the bus to the next Metro Station and went back to the exhibition hall empty handed..blechhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/390431/DSCN3302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/209693/DSCN3302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/856570/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/426434/Image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was with my principal and he took us on a long walk to this really pink restaurant. everything inside was pink!! (check out the pepper mill!) The pizza was yummmmmieeeee...&amp; very big for a single serve! There were about 6 different races &amp;amp; nationalities amongst the people we had dinner and some were speaking French, German etc so me and my associate started speaking in Bahasa Malaysia to tick them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/501872/DSCN3321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/307313/DSCN3321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/841448/DSCN3324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/698528/DSCN3324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/900116/DSCN3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/31083/DSCN3322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/47834/DSCN3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/502291/DSCN3320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...ayo why so long winded...too many days la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4019108305778620246?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4019108305778620246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4019108305778620246&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4019108305778620246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4019108305778620246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan-part-5.html' title='Milan Part 5'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6846054903363380192</id><published>2006-11-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:14:42.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Mad Day!</title><content type='html'>Milan Part 5 will have to be put on hold for this. Weyo mad day?? I didn't realise that Kieran's holiday 2-week program starts today at his new primary school until LaundryApah called me about 8.30am this morning. We were supposed to be getting Kieran ready for Vacation Bible School (VBS) at the church! (Nov20-22) So have to go to school instead of VBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed out as I had to buy his school uniform first but Professor in SS2 is not opened yet! Sei ler...aiya nevermind la..go and register first. Good thing they were selling uniforms in the school so fast fast buy one pair first. Made him take out his clothes there and then to change which he was not too pleased! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then searched for his classroom, scaned thru the lists on the board without looking properly (cos the lists have indicated the classroom which he has already been allocated earlier during the registration) so..panic la..missed out his name but then I realised the class ID and found his name..phew! Quickly rushed him to the class and apologised to the teacher. Immediately teacher said, "RM14 please for this.." It was a folder containing the books for this 2 weeks! Btw, these 2 weeks cost RM80. $$$$...no difference from private school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to get his school books, must as well since I was there. Of course there's a long queue...Total costs of books RM132.70 and sports t-shirt RM7.50 but I forgot to buy his pants! Later la. Drove out to Professor again, and guess how much the uniform costs nowadays?? Unbelievable......RM28+ for the shorts and RM25+ for the shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know 2 mothers while waiting for Kieran and then saw my old classmate from Secondary school, her daughter in the same class as Kieran! What a small small world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him in his uniform....ayooooo I really cannot believe it la..time flies!! He said class was fun eventhough half the time he didn't understand the teacher! He kept saying, he was good and didn't get the cane! hahahahaa...(cos me scared him ma..Chinese school teacher will cane him when he's not good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/77186/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/400/350380/Image006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got to miss class cos VBS is taking them to Aquaria la...so told the teacher and she's ok with it..phew.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6846054903363380192?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6846054903363380192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6846054903363380192&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6846054903363380192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6846054903363380192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/mad-day.html' title='Mad Day!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-2602835545373772457</id><published>2006-11-18T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:20:11.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Milan Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milan Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, morning starts with breakfast with the guys and I couldn't believe how horrible they are when they are not working. They were actually oggling, like "lau hau sui" asking each other to watch her bust, (oops sorry cannot do the strikeout of that word la!) butt  at a hot lady right in front of her hubby! I mean, "em sai kua"...but I know they were just doing it for fun la..but like so obvious, so embarassing leh! Then I told them, they must be so deprived! But still didn't work! Cheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after breakfast, it's straight to the exhibition. By mid afternoon, me already bored to tearing ledi..so begged one of the guys to go out to the city with me. Yes, the boss approved and yeah..on the way to get my... slurrpsss...oops excuse me while I wipe my mouth...my my...ta.da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/844207/DSCN3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/320/791825/DSCN3388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been surfing on the net on which one to buy for quite some time and yet when I reached the shop, I still had to like look here, look there...admire ma.. cannot ah? Ok la, me had a budget, so must stick to that particular one, which is the Horizontal Lockit, it's an amazing bag, i can carry loads of stuff in it, including my laptop! Cool leh..actually I'm not exactly a fan of the monogram but since I don't have one and this design is very practical and fits my purpose and budget, ok la! I was checking the bag for flaws, and saw some scratches on the bottom leather part. So the sales guy asked me to look downstairs, but the one downstairs was like lagi worse! Ayo, pay so much why liddat one la...so no choice had to get the one upstairs..When I decided, to pay, there was already a queue at the cashier! Eh, LV la sini, but still the business is like wah maciam MetroJaya leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I noticed 2 Chinese ladies in front of me and I saw one of them tried to give the sales girl some tips! Wah, sai em sai ah...then me as usual so "8" asked her why, she said the service very good..I was like "Yah rite!" Then she whispered to me that she is dealing with "swimming" LV bags..(yau sui for la) but she didn't bother to take the VAT claim form! How on earth is she making $$ to pay for her airticket/accomodation/food in this expensive city leh? She must like buy a lot la! Ya I saw both of them packing their loot in a big big bag after throwing away the paper bags! No wonder she had to pay the tips cos LV only allows one bag per passport in the whole of Europe, so no matter where you go around Europe in one single trip, as long as you don't exit any part of Europe, you are only entitled ONE bag. Damn, got money also cannot buy due to this "swimming goods" dealers! And more drama at the airport also due to this matter also!! So stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2602835545373772457?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2602835545373772457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2602835545373772457&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2602835545373772457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2602835545373772457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan-part-4.html' title='Milan Part 4'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7984014302579549569</id><published>2006-11-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:54:40.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Milan Part 3</title><content type='html'>Milan Day II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Piazza Duomo again was there’s a Tourist Information Centre there. Was looking on the map and trying to identify the place but I couldn't! The downside of this place is it’s so unfriendly to tourists. The ATM Subway is so vague and confusing as directions are not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uscita means Exit and the first day I thought it was a name of a station or a particular subway line! Why can't they label it in green which is internationally recognised as an exit sign leh?? Haiyo..so "mang chang"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards the Duomo Catherdral. It was beautiful and the photos I took do not do the place justice! Lousy photographer la..Anyway, spent some time admiring the intricate architecture and beauty of the place and went out. Asked the guards where the tourist info centre was and he pointed just right next to the piazza. I was like, duh! How did I miss it? Cos every damn thing was in Italian and there were no symbols indicating “I” for information also! See la the photo below, name of the tourist information centre in Italian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/485873/DSCN3252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/445487/DSCN3252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/408643/DSCN3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/13105/DSCN3251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, asked about the tourist attractions here and it was a big map which indicates museum, museum, art gallery, museum, museum,  art gallery and so on and so forth..YAWN…solly me no fan of history and art and on top of that all the places charge entrance fees. Then I asked them for the locations of warehouse outlets and they actually have printed maps of the locations! WOW! The ones that I had with me were still valid to my surprise. However, by that time I had to go back to the hotel to check out and switch to the Marriot which I was originally booked in together with my business associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I bought the 2-day ticket so I thought of using it to the max. So I dragged my luggage to the nearest station which is the Red Line to avoid changing lines as there would be stairs everywhere! I don’t know what happens to older and handicap users. The moment I arrived at the station, I had to carry up my luggage up 3 flights of stairs! It was supposed to be one flight flight as there was an escalator up to the main road but look at this! Damn suey ok!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/33063/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/46105/Image005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/462461/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/39813/Image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/483974/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1950/3815/200/174054/Image006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First have to carry the bag up two flights of stairs from the platform to the station level and then the escalator up to the road level was kaput! See la..not only the big luggage leh, got hand carry leh...No wonder when I came back I thought my daughter lost weight cos me been carrying heavy load throughout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7984014302579549569?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7984014302579549569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7984014302579549569&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7984014302579549569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7984014302579549569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan-part-3.html' title='Milan Part 3'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-2584471629125045963</id><published>2006-11-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:17:15.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Milan Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MILAN Day I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3211.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3211.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the plane on the way to Milan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my bag quite fast. Strange setting of the airport that I didn’t get to shop around Duty Free at Malpensa Airport (Will tell you later why cos at the time I wrote this I didn't know why but now I know). I don’t remember the airport as such from the last time I was here 5 years ago…They do not allow any liquids or creams on transit flights..I was like huh? Sharp objects I can understand la, but liquids like water oso cannot! Apamaciam? Scared of chemical bomb is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I came out, I saw the booth for shuttle buses to the city. There were no specific buses to hotels so I took the shuttle bus to Central Station costing Euro 5.00. Quite a good deal. According to the girl at the desk, the bus was a better choice than the train. (Will tell you why later also!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the station, there were no tourist assistance and I have no idea where was Ibis Hotel, which I booked last minute. Asked the bus driver, he told me it was walking distance, like go straight and turn left..wah..so vague..I dare not walk lor..what if I walk on and on and can’t find it! Asked another person but he couldn’t tell me where it was. Finally I took a cab and sure enough the bus driver was right..but me not sure ma..anyway the cab cost Euro 5.00 (5 minute ride only versus 1 hour ride in the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3222.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3222.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As expected the hotel was kinda crappy but ok la..very basic and small. The door didn’t close properly and they sent one young technician to fix it. I could hear him tsk tsk a few times, obviously he couldn’t fix the problem and had to call the more senior technician. Finally they fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly showered after that and ventured out to the Duomo where the Piazza Duomo is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, it was quite a sight as I walked out of the Metro subway station. It was so beautiful but unfortunately the front part of the Cathedral was being refurbished. Sorry la, me photography skills so bad..that’s about all I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right next to the Duomo Piazza, was the Gallaria Vittorio Emanuele II where all my FAVE shops are….it was sooooo beautiful! I was like wahh..wahh..wahh..it was like Queen Victoria Building in Sydney but many many times more beautiful! See the McDonalds in there? It's called McCafe! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aim was to buy my LV bag today but after looking through the various models the sales guy (very cute guy summore!)showed me, I was like blur blur liddat! Ayo..can’t decide la! Thank goodness it’s not the right season to shop as it’s fall/winter stuff in all the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s still something to buy from Zara! It was like 3 floors, separate from Zara men (I think also 2 - 3 floors on its own) and one floor for bambino (children) clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgot to mention that people here like to smoke so much, it’s like everywhere, requested for non smoking room so sort of expected the whole floor is like smoke free la but but but…as I type this also I can smell smoke! The windows are shut ok…but still can smell! YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the Italian gelati ice cream, it was very yummy but a tad too sweet. Then I asked a polizia senore (policeman) for the directions to a supermarket to buy my water and breakfast. Everything is written in Italian so I had to like guess la..Most of the mineral water are frizzy so I had to search high and low for a Naturale...and when I opened and had my first mouthful..damn! It was frizzy too! Shiaks! More to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2584471629125045963?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2584471629125045963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2584471629125045963&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2584471629125045963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2584471629125045963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan-part-2.html' title='Milan Part 2'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5340576299854308396</id><published>2006-11-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:50:44.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>MILAN!!!</title><content type='html'>Eh come here the browser automatically everything in ITALIAN one...aiya...thank God I blog all the time I kinda memorised which button is for what ledi! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, flight out of KL delayed due to engine problems. We were quite worried and I thought that it better be delayed rather than have any problems while we are up in the air! They managed to fix the problem in about an hour’s time. It was a weird hour as I flew Emirates, the flight which came from Indonesia. Yes the plane was full of Indonesian maids enroute to the Middle East. And I have to be so suey to sit next to one! She slept the whole journey as the seat next to her was empty. Her shoes kept knocking on me and I had to shove them away a few times! $%^&amp;amp; biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly slept during the flight, just caught naps here and there. Due to the delay, my transit time at Dubai was very short. Oh forgot to mention that there was an American guy who chatted me up during checking in time. He took opportunity to talk to me on the sky train, the waiting lounge but I was not interested of course so I guess he got the signal gua…He caught up with me in Dubai again but I left quickly as it was time for me to board for transit anyway..hahaha…That's the thing when I travel alone...can be vulnerable...beware LaundryApah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5340576299854308396?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5340576299854308396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5340576299854308396&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5340576299854308396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5340576299854308396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/milan.html' title='MILAN!!!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5103769146818315848</id><published>2006-11-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:30:02.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Sleepy....</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I last travelled from KLIA...yah it was since my last trip to China in 2003. So I actually was kinda blur when walking in the the departure hall. I actually walked into the lane for foreign passports! The officer said that since it's kinda quiet he'll let me go this time, if not he will "halau"..yup that's his exact word, "halau!" (chase away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting at the airport lounge and this stupid $%^&amp;amp; gate is right next to the smoking lounge so I'm now inhaling big time second hand smoke! Shiaks, what's the difference when they have a smoking lounge but it's not smoke proof??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo..sleepy la and the stench of the 2nd hand smoke is not helping and I really hate it hate it hate it..cos now my clothes and hair is like absorbing the stench...yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line sucks and it's so slow...I can't surf much but still manage to put up this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5103769146818315848?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5103769146818315848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5103769146818315848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5103769146818315848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5103769146818315848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy....'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-2972656503807687329</id><published>2006-11-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:40:14.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>WHERE'S MY PASSPORT???</title><content type='html'>First thing I came to office was to check my passport and stuff. I opened my safe and took out all the passports, saw my son's, my daughter's, my old expired one and my maids....EH! SHIAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE THE 'L' IS MY CURRENT VALID PASSPORT???? PANIC ledi!!!!!!!! Sifted through all the documents inside the safe, checked my ever so messy drawers...TADAK!! Sei lor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't play me leh....went and search in my room, and dug out every single bag but still....TADAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sweating by now..OTOKE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called hubby to stress him out la...cannot stress alone wat! Then he said he will come back from his conference in Nilai and sent me this sms, "I'm sacrificing my career for you..."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got maid to help bring out all my clothes while I continue searching my messy office table. The maid came down like in a few minutes with my PASSPORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was saying it was in the blue plastic drawer la..BUT BUT BUT..I searched it just now wor...didn't see one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, THANK GOD that it's not like MISSING as in terdropped on the road or wat! So today my maid is the hero for the day! PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2972656503807687329?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2972656503807687329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2972656503807687329&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2972656503807687329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2972656503807687329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheres-my-passport.html' title='WHERE&apos;S MY PASSPORT???'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1901617899795337107</id><published>2006-11-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:23:29.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Porn in Saloons (Salons) now??</title><content type='html'>I was driving around the area near my kid's paediatrician clinic and something caught my eye. I couldn't believe my eyes so I actually stopped the car and had a good look and of course couldn't resist taking a picture la! Waraoeh! No other names meh..or..or...or..could it be that it's like  as you have your hair done you will be entertained......eeeeeeeeeekkkkkksss&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprise for the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be flying off to Milan and supposed to arrive 9 November 2006 but my dear &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;assistant&lt;/a&gt; booked my room from 10 November onwards. YIKES! Thank goodness for ready hotels that we can book online! Ok, hopefully I chose an ok hotel that will not like make me walk like one mad woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1901617899795337107?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1901617899795337107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1901617899795337107&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1901617899795337107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1901617899795337107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/porn-in-saloons-now.html' title='Porn in Saloons (Salons) now??'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3864404546584061210</id><published>2006-11-06T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:03:44.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Studio Photos</title><content type='html'>This post is way overdue and I promised the Studio representative that I will blog about how horrigible she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to take the kids to take studio photos for quite some time but somehow didn't get down to it until &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; introduced me to this place. The studio is actually located in Desa Hartamas but they had a temporary booth at Giant Kelana Jaya during the Hari Raya break. So we initially wanted to go together-gether with &lt;a href="http://annie-q.blogspot.com/"&gt;AnnieQ&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mommy&lt;/a&gt; but at the end only I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had an offer of RM38.00 for 4 pieces 4R photos, but come on, after all the trouble will you settle for just that 4 pieces of photo? Well, I was definitely prepared to spend more than that and I wanted 8R photos too. It was difficult to capture shots of Kylie as she couldn't sit still and kept wandering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we actually agreed to get on with this, I asked if the photos can be ready there and then and she quickly replied yes as they had all the equipment there. After the kids were done, they quickly transfered the photos into the computer for selection. They've taken I think over 60+ shots and we need to select the best of the bestest of course as extra photos cost a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOMB&lt;/span&gt;! I repeat a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOMB&lt;/span&gt;! During the selection process, the girl sat so close to me and kept resting her hand on my lap! Yucks lor, and she talked to me as if she knew me from childhood days! Please la, and she was so pushy and kept insisting almost evey photo was too good to be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nearly conned me into taking the 5R size but the price was just too steep. So I ended up with 18 shots, a CD of the photos, 2 x 8R photos and the price was voila.....RM220+. When she wanted to get me to take this and that I said I didn't have enough cash with me, so she quickly said can pay deposit first. When she finallised the bill she asked for full payment! This was after I rejected this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- (very angry by now..) Eh I thought u said can pay deposit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl-Err..but I wrote down full payment paid wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-(WTF!!??!) Ok when can I get the photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl-Errr..you come at this date..(like 2 weeks time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-(WTF!?? )I thought can do it there and then one?? I am very unhappy about this and definitely will kutuk you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl-bla--bla--bla---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't make a scene as the place was very public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank goodness the rest of the gang didn't make it so they don't end up contributing so much cash to them and end up like so frustrated. So don't forget this place called Studio One in Desa Hartamas, DON'T EVAR GO THERE!!!!!!!!!! The photos are not of exceptionally good quality and the photographer is so young like one young ciku student!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3864404546584061210?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3864404546584061210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3864404546584061210&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3864404546584061210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3864404546584061210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/studio-photos.html' title='Studio Photos'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9073768613075129617</id><published>2006-11-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:34:30.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kieran's kindy celebrated Children's Day today. Each year they have a theme. Last year I dressed him up as a tiger (actually won a prize!) and this year it was the Wild Wild West theme. As usual, this Amah very last minute, went shopping for things to make his Red Indian Suit. It's quite sad looking but at least I gave it a try and put in some effort la...(that's why didn't win lor..When I saw one kid coming in wearing a cactus, I knew that's it..no chance! Wow so creative!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made his plaits with yarn (he kept complaining that I was making him into a girl and his friends would laugh at him!) and feathered headdress. I sewed the frillies on the vest and on the side of his jeans. Was too lazy to make the bow and arrows....too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids with the Dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We adopted a dog called Duke from a friend quite some time ago despite protests from LaundryApah but I thought it was good for the kids. But we had to leave the dog at mom's place as she was complaining of cats coming into her compound. It was a Labrador Retriever and was quite a looker. Unfortunately, to our dismay he was the most disobedient dog we ever reared! So we had to keep him locked up at all times at the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, Kieran was terrified of him but slowly he got used to him and found that Duke was very gentle and tame. Kylie of course knows no fear and she loves to go near and "talk" to him, just like this, "woo woo woo..." We haven't been taking good care of him and this type of dog needs company and lots of tender loving care. Will try to spend more time with him..&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/31254430-9073768613075129617?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9073768613075129617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9073768613075129617&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9073768613075129617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9073768613075129617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3228357377136085691</id><published>2006-11-02T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:05:31.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Seeing Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody comments that Kylie looks exactly like Kieran when he was her age, I reckon also. In fact both also had the same condition called Torticollis but Kylie's case was not so bad as she was a smaller baby. I thought that there was something wrong with the shape of my uterus which caused this condition but my gynae assured me it has nothing to do with it as it was of a normal size and shape! Phew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just now my maid dressed Kylie in Kieran's old Winnie the Pooh suit so I took the opportunity to take a picture for comparison sake. Can you guess who is who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Kpooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Kpooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3228357377136085691?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3228357377136085691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3228357377136085691&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3228357377136085691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3228357377136085691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/seeing-double.html' title='Seeing Double'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3694836023892475830</id><published>2006-11-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:27:12.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Lost on the Road</title><content type='html'>Fuiyoh! Has anyone been to Sg Buloh lately?? I don't remember when I last went to that part of the world and today I had to go visit a long lost customer whom we had abandoned for errmm...like 2 years or more?? Anyway, they called regarding a problem to their machine, and I realised that it's high time I visit them as I've not been there before. They were serviced by my sales executive who left our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My technician went straight from his house and I was supposed to meet up with him there. I went along LDP and without realising I turned into the direction of Kepong instead of Sg Buloh! Shiaks! It's such a long way to the 1st U-turn available! On top of that there were like a million orange signs which I think it's about the MRR2, and it's like so confusing lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the route towards Sg Buloh is another horrors of horrors, the roads are partially closed here and there and it's like dirt road on certain parts and there were orange and white blocks along the way! Do you realise that these orange and white road blocks are like a permanent features on the roads in Klang Valley??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my nightmare begins as the further I went, the more I don't recognise that place! It's like, errrr..since when these shops and flats appear ah? Hey, what happened to the flyover which I used to use to go to that authentic Thai Restaurant ah? Hey what happened to the turn off to the famous 'Bak Kut Teh'? Warao..panic maximum ledi! Called Oscar's Mom and she told me this, "Aiya that flyover long time no more ledi la..." Sei mo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just simply turned left at one junction without knowing where that leads to...and then I saw the  'Bak Kut Teh' place and thought I was in the right direction. Then I called my technician and told him that I passed the army camp (the landmark that was given to me) and then a Shell petrol station. He told me I'm on the right route and asked me to look out for a Caltex and Petronas station. I saw a Caltex but didn't see a Petronas wor! I just went on and on...and somehow it doesn't feel right and I called him again. I turned back and stopped at the Caltex I saw and realised there were a lot of Petronas tankers next to it, it was like some mini depot or something. So I called him to verify and he said he will come out to meet me. Then he called to say he's at the Caltex but I don't see him! That's when I realised that we are talking about a different Caltex station altogether!! Oh no!!!!!!!!! Then we agreed to meet at the Shell station but again it was the wrong one! Double oh no!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew for sure I'm at the wrong road! So I drove back to where I came from and then YES, I saw the Shell station and there he was, waiting! Oh gosh! It's like so ngam ngam the pattern was like army camp, then Shell, then Caltex and finally Petronas! What a coincidence and confusing time for me! Major stress for the day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3694836023892475830?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3694836023892475830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3694836023892475830&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3694836023892475830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3694836023892475830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-on-road.html' title='Lost on the Road'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5132513620108804574</id><published>2006-10-31T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:30:49.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Just another day....</title><content type='html'>I used to brag about Kieran being able to sit in his car seat since he was a baby. But now I can't say the same for Kylie. She's so fussy and she can't sit still, emm..maybe for first 10 minutes of the ride with all of us in the car trying our very best entertaining her. When we run out of ideas, this happens.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried scolding, giving her toys etc and now I keep a &lt;strong&gt;cane &lt;/strong&gt;in the car but she just wails and wails and wails....pening la..summore stress being on the road itself having to meet bozo drivers all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whiningitis Major&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now talking about Kieran, he's at 4th stage Whiningitis, in fact it's like incurable..scary or not? He whines most of the time especially about food. I am almost at wits end when it comes to feeding times. I try to starve him but he curi curi makan (eats behind my back) junk food before meal times. But the only time he eats well is when I cook spaghetti or eat out at his favourite restaurant! Actually, he just hates Chinese cooking and especially rice. So, that explains the skin and bones and how he can squeeze in the green rocking thingy! Following is a photo of him whining about something with LaundryApah. He was actually pulling daddy's legs and didn't allow him to walk off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Playdough Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thot of sharing the playdough recipe since &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zara Mama &lt;/a&gt;asked for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoon cream of tartar (cannot omit according to person who gave this recipe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon cooking oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 - 1  cup water (drop 1 - 2 drops food colouring inside)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix dry ingredients in sausepan/pot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add water and oil into the dry ingredients&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook on stove on medium heat and stir constantly (like less than a minute it kinda forms ledi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it feels stiff like mashed potato, take it out and knead for about 2 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Store in container when finished playing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: If the dough kinda sticks to hands or table, just add plain flour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5132513620108804574?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5132513620108804574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5132513620108804574&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5132513620108804574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5132513620108804574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day....'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-6404435626954486287</id><published>2006-10-27T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:33:13.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Fruitful Holiday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Part of the activities during the Raya Holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to ideas from &lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zara's Mama&lt;/a&gt;, I made some paint using food colouring mixed in slightly heated cornflour solution (to thicken the solution and make it look like the normal water colour paint). Wah those food colouring dun play play ah..sticks to the skin and takes at least a few washes before coming off one...especially green colour. So be wary of greenish looking foodstuff! Since it stayed on my fingers, I thought better not risk the clothes la (even tho I have like terrer detergent to remove). Kylie didn't really have fun as she was suffering from constipation, and was really not her normal active &amp;amp; inquisitive self. Finally she dropped the bomb later that night and she was back to normal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play Doh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN3148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another day, I made some playdough thanks to some online recipes. I actually surfed for a few to choose from. Very easy to do, I chose the cooked ones, but the smell was like so weird lor. But after it's ready it's ok. I made 3 colours first, knowing very well it will not last long cos I know my son has tendency to combine all the colours into one lor! Sure enough, he did it again the next day and the whole room was full of the pieces! Check out the "curry puff" I made! I don't know why each time I play with any type of dough, I sure shape it into a curry puff lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Toy (New "Toilet"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Kylie was having so much fun with this rocking thingy (don't know what to call it la) at church so I decided to get one for the house. She only wanted to ride it only when kor kor goes for it. Then Kor kor went into hiding. Can you spot him in the photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hid inside the rocking thingy at one time and we didn't know. Then he suddenly came out once the maid walked past and that gave her a scare! Can you imagine how skinny he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/rock1.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6404435626954486287?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6404435626954486287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6404435626954486287&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6404435626954486287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6404435626954486287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/fruitful-holiday-part-2.html' title='Fruitful Holiday Part 2'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9076523513757325576</id><published>2006-10-26T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:39:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh...another TAG??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Are you happy/satisfied with your blog, with its content and look? Does your family know about your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of la, not entirely cos I'm trying to learn more tricks, especially after seeing other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my family as in hubby and in laws also know about my blog. Hubby will read and then complain occasionally about my transparency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud and will gladly let my friends know about my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who comment on my blog are already on my blogroll and blogrolling helps inform me of their updates. I do visit other sites for fun and I have come across people I know before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun la, actually the counter is not accurate one, when I go to my site to check it's being counted also...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some already got to after a while so no need to imagine, but there are some I like to imagine la..for fun wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la, if no benefit blog for what? It's therepeutic and fun especially when we discover new things we can do to make the blog more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Do you think that bloggers society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not la. We have real and happening lives one, if not where got topic to blog ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it’s a normal thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism is part of life, it's a matter of how you want to take it. Sadly we Asians do not take criticisms very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear? No lar, just read and be entertained la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai sei la. We are in Bolehland la...should be aware by now that it's not smart to touch on sensitive issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should die with me I guess. But I would like to find a way of backing this up so my kids can keep it as a journal....any ideas how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What do you like to hear? What’s the song you might like to put a link to in your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I have Leslie's song thanks to &lt;a href="http://aceone118.blogspot.com"&gt;Aceone&lt;/a&gt; but I'm just too lazy to update and change at the moment. Would like to put in my Korean drama songs...hehehe...Korean drama queen ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to tag?? Ayo I just tagged some ppl recently and &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's mom &lt;/a&gt;also tagged the same ppl in our group..so no lar...spare you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-9076523513757325576?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9076523513757325576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9076523513757325576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9076523513757325576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9076523513757325576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/huhanother-tag.html' title='Huh...another TAG??'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-6184329736151247282</id><published>2006-10-25T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:06:30.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Fruitful Holiday</title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally completed yet another Korean Drama Series, yes I'm kinda behind, it's an old one titled &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=91"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/a&gt;, starring the "lar pek" (girlish, ok I hope not many fans of him come after me!) Bae Yong Jun aka Aunty "Sat Sau" (majority fans are aunties!) and the famous Choi Ji Woo.  Frankly I don't know how this actress is like one of the top Korean actress cos I really cannot tahan (stand) her lor cos her roles are mainly sobby and has a cham (pathetic) face. Found this drama kinda draggy but the soundtrack of songs really chun (good) leh! In fact I'm learning to play a few of the songs from the soundtrack on the piano...wish me all the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I still managed to cook chicken rice for lunch, and pack it for LaundryApah who went to the new house to assemble all the Ikea stuff I bought over 3 - 4 Ikea sales..I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-Eh what is dat ah? (pointing to one of the Ikea furniture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-Huh? Dat one? ya hor..wat is dat ah? I oso dunno wor.. (sei/die lor, bought it so many moons ago I can't remember I even bought it and I have no freaking idea what it is for summore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to get Kylie to sleep but she's just too excited in a new environment (yeah we hardly go back) and she kept running up and down on the platform in the masterbedroom. I guess she was fascinated with the sound of her footsteps. Then I went to check on Apah and horrors of horrors he was assembling the Ikea chair! I screamed!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-Why you assemble this? Ayo!! Look! Your handprints all over the white cloth!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-You ask me to assemble all the furniture ma...how I know? (apah's favourite statement..how I know?) And my hands are dirty from the work I've been doing ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-Ayo..you assemble the others ma, the ones that are not vulnerable to dirt, look what you've done? Now the thing dirty and you still continue! So bodoh one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-Eh..this work is not easy la, look at my fingers, all sore! This is hardwork ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-Hardwork and you do this! I dun care, take it out! Now got to wash it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-No need la, later will cover with the outer cushion cannot see one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-Eh since most parts of your body will be covered by your clothes, don't wash them la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apah-Ok Ok Ok......(grumbling, complaining....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amah-???????? Chi sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran was as usual trying to be helpful but turned out bothering daddy and daddy occasionally cried out, "Why you bring the kids??? Haiyerrrrrrrrrr....." So we didn't stay too long before daddy threw another fit...On the way out, Kieran was whining about something so I decided to stopover McDs drive-in to get him an ice cream. Wah his tears dried up instantly! When I wound down the window and started ordering, I realised I only had like RM4 in my wallet! HOrrers! Quickly apologised to the guy (so embarassing!) and zoomed out to ATM to tit tit tit...o-gain! Thank goodness the Atm was like a few doors away from that place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6184329736151247282?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6184329736151247282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6184329736151247282&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6184329736151247282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6184329736151247282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/fruitful-holiday.html' title='Fruitful Holiday'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-3229966331251586980</id><published>2006-10-23T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:29:32.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Fair not Not??</title><content type='html'>I was having this conversation with Oscar's mom just now. It's about our industry. I don't know why people always regard launderers as the lowest of lowest, like "dei dai lai" (dirt on the ground). Why can't people realise that a launderer is a PROFESSIONAL also! We also go thru extensive training and machines and chemicals we use (or rather I distribute) are imported from Europe and USA, and go thru extensive research and development are of state of the art technology also u know! Why am I saying this all of a sudden? Well let me give you a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have fixed basic prices on cleaning charges irregardless of the cost of the garment. For example, a customer brings in a G2000 suit (cost about RM400-RM500) and another brings in a HUGO BOSS (RM1500-RM2000) suit and both are charged RM12.00 - RM15.00 per suit. Is that fair or not? For the RM12-15 the launderer is at risk washing the garment and most probably the Hugo owner would have given this statement, "Eh this is very expensive ah..be careful so you don't spoil ah!" Well, for that statement itself wouldn't it be fair that the launderer charge more for cleaning that so-called expensive garment since extra care has to be taken into consideration? But if the launderer charges more, what would the reaction of the Hugo owner be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo-Oh ok, charge la..but you do a good job ah... (you think got this kind of people still alive on this earth ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo-What? Like dat oso want to charge more ah, how can? In fact hor, your normal charge already expensive wor, last time hor, I wash ah RM8 only wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh..what happened to the composed nature about how expensive his suit is ah? And then hor, considering that it's an expensive suit, if anything is wrong with it, I'm sure Hugo owner will demand for compensation. Like for the miserable RM12-15 charge to wash the garment, how do you expect the launderer to compensate a RM1500 suit leh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact most launderers have a clause printed on the back of their docket stating that compensation is only 10 times the cost of the wash. But usually will the consumer settle the case for RM120 for a damaged HUGO suit??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-3229966331251586980?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/3229966331251586980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=3229966331251586980&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3229966331251586980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/3229966331251586980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/fair-not-not.html' title='Fair not Not??'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9125376322984226603</id><published>2006-10-20T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:21:48.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Tagged O-again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 things many don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I snore very loudly until saliva meleleh (drooling)..and occasionally talk too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still hug my bolster to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a habit since I was kid that I can't get rid off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;....dunno leh...that's all la &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 movies I cud watch over n over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,,this one easy leh..series can anot? can la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.tour2korea.com/02Culture/TVMiniseries/samsun.asp?kosm=m2_6&amp;amp;konum=1"&gt;My Name is Kim Sam Soon&lt;/a&gt; (Korean Series)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/reviews/review.php?rID=1184"&gt;My Girl (Korean Series)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any of Leslie Cheung movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any of Tony Leung Chiu Wai movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 places where I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SS1, Pee Jay (12 yrs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sect.5 Pee Jay (11 yrs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melbourne Australia (5 yrs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KL (7 yrs.....)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 tv shows that I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex in the City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Name is Kim Sam Soon (K-drama)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Girl (K-drama)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 places I've been for vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oi banyaknya...ok la the best 4 la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;USofA: L.A./L.V./S.F. 1996&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bali (2nd honeymoon) 2001&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Europe:England/Milan/Paris 2001&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shanghai/Hong Kong 2003&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 of my favourite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulamak! This list is endless la...best 4 oso so difficult to think of lei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Char Kuey Teow/Or Chien in Bee Hooi Kopitiam, Pulau Tikus, Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipoh Kuey Teow Soup at Old Town Ipoh, Perak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Har Koh Chee Cheong Fun at one of the kopitiam at Island Glades, Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The desserts at Bakerzin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 places I wud rather b now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Chatujak1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Chatujak1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bangkok shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/HK.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/HK.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hong Kong eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Jeju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Jeju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeju Island, Korea looking out for my Korean hunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/HBpig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/HBpig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching my korean drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 favourite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs from My Name is Kim Sam Soon soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs from My Girl soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Leslie Cheung songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok probably this will kinda irritate some people but I got to tag someone leh..hehehehe...so here goes ppl solly ah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://aceone118.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aceone&lt;/a&gt; - solly since u so confident that I will not tag u..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aceone118.blogspot.com/"&gt;M.O.T.T.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://immomsdaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Immomsdaughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesslyn.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jesslyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-9125376322984226603?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9125376322984226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9125376322984226603&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9125376322984226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9125376322984226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-o-again.html' title='Tagged O-again..'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1670148377526537204</id><published>2006-10-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:34:30.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Hubby Away Again</title><content type='html'>LaundryApah has been away a lot lately. So melecehkan lor (inconvenient)..cos he's the one who usually put the kids to sleep and slaves around for me also! Muahahaha.. He was away on Sunday till Tuesday and he left again early this morning. He left so early that I didn't even know he left! Really sleepy Amah! Thanks to my midnight blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a mega long day for me as I have to do a delivery which LaundryApah usually helps me out with. Then I have to go to the Pan Global office to give them a piece of my mind since I couldn't get through to their so-called Customer Service on the phone! I actually tried to go today but the traffic was so bad I had to turn back! So tomorrow here I come and they better solve my problem if not there will be a very angry Amah and somebody will kena gau gau chun chun (major slashing) from me....grrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok got to go now as I have to practice with Kieran as he's going to sing in the choir in his music school end of year concert. He's going to sing 3 songs, Joy to the World, O Little Town of Bethlehem and Hark the Harald Angels Sing..sounds difficult leh...I shall try my best la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1670148377526537204?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1670148377526537204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1670148377526537204&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1670148377526537204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1670148377526537204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/hubby-away-again.html' title='Hubby Away Again'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8547657004871562373</id><published>2006-10-18T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:35:05.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Food Served at Salon</title><content type='html'>I guess it's common that tea or some kind of beverage is served at hair salons but the one I go to serves food leh! Each time I go there's bound to have yummy food and also different summore! Tzeng leh...(excellent or not..) Why do I get such priviledge? No lar I'm not that important a customer la, eh come on, the cost of having my hair done at RM15.00 cannot have food served also la..where got such good deals leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what they say, it's who you know lor..I think I mentioned before, my cousin operates her nyonya kuih factory next door to this salon and they are very close buddies (or rather majong and eating buddies) and my cousin does most of her cooking at the salon's premises simply because her factory is classified "Halal" meaning only muslim food, so no chinese cooking la! So whenever I'm there, there's usually food if my cousin is around. Even if she's not around, some other customer would have cooked something and shared with the salon. So, I've been pretty blessed cos each time I go there's bound to be something yummie! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's menu was the "Hokkien style pan mee soup" and it was really yummie yummie no joke leh! Sorry didn't take picture cos I got too excited and dug in and "chiak ka liow" (finished eating) immediately after it was brought out for me! Can you imagine this luxury of having your hair done and food served????? No leh.... I got lor! Jealous or not?? Muahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8547657004871562373?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8547657004871562373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8547657004871562373&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8547657004871562373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8547657004871562373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-served-at-salon.html' title='Food Served at Salon'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-968244337276589849</id><published>2006-10-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:20:51.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Unique experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday 16 Oct 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how this happened but yesterday Kieran was his usual menacing self the whole day until dinner time. He was just motionless and couldn’t respond to us and didn’t attempt to eat anything. He was just sitting there looking miserable. I noticed a thick discharge from his left eye. Darn, it was 8 p.m. already and the paed is kinda far away. But he really doesn’t look good and he was supposed to go for an excursion today which he has been so excited about for the past one week. So, I quickly sent him to the paed and yes as I have guessed, the queue was really long. We had about 8 patients ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another friend walked in with her daughter who is down with fever. After she registered she told me she will be going to the mall opposite. I was like huh? Isn’t the daughter like kinda unfit to go to the mall?? But she said the wait should take over an hour so she would rather go to the mall with the kids! Boy she was right as by the time we walked in to see the paed, it was past an hour and a half! Shiaks! Paed was kinda worried about Kieran as he was not his usual self and he was wheezing. He had to get the nebulizer treatment this time round!  Thank God after the nebulizer he was much better. After that I started to panic also cos I had only RM80.00 in my purse and I’m sure the bill was going to be above that with all the extra medication the paed was giving! And again my guess was right and the bill came up to RM160.00! Thank God for our very reliable local bank which has a branch nearby. Tit tit tit..pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending the night at my mom’s as LaundryApah was outstation (always the case when either one of the kids is sick!) so I had to rush back to get the thermoscan and other stuff like his aero chamber puff thingy to inhale the ventolin to help stop his wheezing. It was close to 11 p.m. by then which got mom worried for a while. Managed to settle him in bed by 11.30p.m. but Kylie was wide awake! Shiaks! Ayo..amah koyak ledi! (dead tired already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;School Excursion - Tuesday 17 Oct 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kieran's kindy arranged for the K2 classes to go to a primary school to help them familiarise with the environment and practise using money to buy from the school canteen. I went along as I was worried for him and wanted to make sure he had enough water as most of the time he brings back his water tumbler back with the water he brought to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drop mom at the market for a while so I joined the kids later. I didn't know where to park and I happened to park just next to a hydrant.  Then I  realised it was the wrong  gate so I got back to the car to relocate and forgot about the hydrant. Yes I rammed right into it!  Shockers!  I was like  so afraid the water will like shoot out like a fountain but it didn't cos the hydrant I knocked down was the concrete type so it was like a concrete block that rests on the manhole! Wah phew! But hor the bottom part of my car was like scratched lor..boo hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kids went on a tour of the school led by some prefects. I could see poor Kieran sweating away and looked kinda tired. The excitement was really at the canteen when he took out his money getting ready to splurge. Of course protective mommy was lurking around and made sure he got only mineral water and fish ball nuggets instead of the junk food his classmates got! There were this colourful ice popsicles in a transparent tube that a few of his friends bought and I started to scare them that they actually used the water colour that they use for their art to make the colour and told them that they were bad for them..some of the kids kinda looked panic a bit lor..muahahahaha,,,bad hor this amah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the canteen I saw some kids playing "5 stones"! That was like my favourite game when I was in primary school! Gosh, I was like so shocked that they were still playing it now even with all the advanced computer games bla bla bla that they have now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image006.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image006.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun being around the kids and they were like so fascinated that I'm around. There were some kids from the primary school who came up to me to say hello and said they were from the same kindy last time! Was surprised how friendly and courteous the kids were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-968244337276589849?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/968244337276589849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=968244337276589849&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/968244337276589849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/968244337276589849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/unique-experience.html' title='Unique experience'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1568616694396669953</id><published>2006-10-16T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:43:41.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Starting Young</title><content type='html'>I have this crazy habit of buying loads of fashion magazines...well, Amah mommy ledi but still wanna keep up with latest fashion ma...LaundryApah nags at me all the time for buying so many and I refuse to throw any of them! Yes I have magazines that date back to 1990! What do I do to lessen the pages?? I usually tear out the adverts and send to the recycling bin! Crazy or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my magazines are like all over the place, and that day Kylie got hold of one and I managed to catch a shot of her. She's looks as if she can understand what's she looking at! Probably just imitating mommy la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since a lot of mommies do this I must as well la...Progress report of Kylie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 9.8kg as per last visit to doctor, I think should be 10 kg by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth - 6 on the top and 6 at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very aggressive girl, when she wants something she will scream for it and when she doesn't want it she will shove it away or throw it on the floor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will scream so loud whenever Kieran tries to take anything from her or even just touch her! (Cannot put them side by side in the car!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to go out and whenever she sees either me or daddy about to go she will run to the door hoping that she can come along, if we don't bring her she wails!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes sound like "ooo oo oo ooo" and widens her eyes whenever she sees any animals, especially with our dog, Duke. (She's the only kid in our family who's not afraid of him now..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generally very happy and expressive kiddo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has very limited vocabulary (Lack of exposure to tv according to &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com"&gt;Oscar's Mom&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uh oh yatoh (jatuh) - when something falls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumm mumm - food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nen Nen - Milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wey/taddi- when calling for anyone (but for the taddi part, LaundryApah insists she's calling daddy!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ta ta - Kakak (mommy so sad cos she can call kakak and not mommy yet!) : (&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to point or indicate to when we say the words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fan/light - points to the ceiling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nose-points to her nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teeth - She grits her teeth and goes "eeeeeeeeeeeee"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tongue-sticks her tongue out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bye-bye-she waves her hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly kiss-she covers her mouth and lets go with a "Mmmmm Muak!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat non stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Climbs up and down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hangs on to her piggy bolster and suck her thumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screaming when excited/being bullied by kor kor/just for fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not really interested with her own toys but gets really excited playing with other people's toys!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/31254430-1568616694396669953?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1568616694396669953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1568616694396669953&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1568616694396669953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1568616694396669953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/starting-young.html' title='Starting Young'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7444747818245139</id><published>2006-10-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:02:41.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>100th Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How time flies! Now I've reached the 100th post..Well, this post has been long overdue actually cos all the events actually happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two Birthday Parties in a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to two birthday parties two Sundays ago. First one was my cousin's daughter's 2nd birthday and then to my niece's 5th birthday. Boy did the boy have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/P1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/P1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/P3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/P3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/P4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/P4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/P5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/P5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face painting was organised by my cousin in the earlier party. Kieran as usual stole the limelight from my niece by squeezing into the birthday chair. Was fascinated with the girl wearing the superman suit! Cool! My niece's friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kieran's Bottom Front Teeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/T2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/T2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/T1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/T1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Kieran's bottom front teeth had been wobbly for quite some time but I didn't want to take him to the dentist to remove them as he was going to be a ringbearer for my friend's wedding last Sunday. However, nature had to take its place and the teeth couldn't wait so one came out while he was having dinner last Thursday. The other one came off before he went to sleep. He insisted to place the teeth under his pillow. (Must have had had this idea from tv or school). So when he fell asleep, I placed RM2.00 under his pillow to give him a surprise. The next morning, the moment he woke up his took up his pillow and saw his surprise! He was so excited and kept telling everyone about the money left behind by the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're some photos of him as the ringbearer. We told him to walk slowly but he didn't know how to pace himself and ended up walking like a orang cacat! (handicap!) It's so weird that I don't think I want to upload the video la...We taught him how to smile to avoid showing the gap in his teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/R5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/R5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/R6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/R6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left pix-with one of Kieran's kindy teacher who happens to be the aunty to the groom and sister of the flower girl (same age as him and still taller than him one...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right pix-With the flower girl (1 year older than him but so much taller one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/R2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/R2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/R3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/R3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kieran's work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kieran's drawing of the our family! The number next to each person is the age of the person. So can guess who is who??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/DSCN2764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7444747818245139?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7444747818245139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7444747818245139&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7444747818245139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7444747818245139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9121070554137851495</id><published>2006-10-11T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:29:24.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Kylie the potential rock/mountain Climber</title><content type='html'>Today supposed to post on Kieran but hubby took camera out..so back to lil princess again...She's always climbing, anything that she can climb she will! Ayo, how come this girl so chor lor (unladylike) one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Suw0jpAQp0s" width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-9121070554137851495?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9121070554137851495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9121070554137851495&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9121070554137851495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9121070554137851495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/kylie-potential-rockmountain-climber.html' title='Kylie the potential rock/mountain Climber'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4548164924453990164</id><published>2006-10-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:32:04.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Pan Global Does Not Rock lor</title><content type='html'>OK I'm still at the car issue and now I have cancelled the insurance for my old car and would like to find out how to transfer my NCD to the new insurance. We have actually been with this particular insurance company that has been serving us very well but because of my Alliance Bank Visa card, I have been introduced to Pan Gloabal Insurance (who call themselves Pan Global Rocks! Rock my foot!). I really hate the phone systems that these companies employ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling bla bla bla, please press the extention number bla bla bla, for English please press 1, for customer service please press 1 bla bla bla....at the end of the day, all our customer service representatives are busy! Shiaks! Then I got connected to the operator and she transfered me to the same computer message! I called her again and insisted to talk to a human being and she transferred me to Complains department who in turn again transferred me to that same computer message again!!!!!!!!! Ayooooooooooo...so I had no choice but to leave my number as per their instructions. I thought that would be unreliable and they will never call me back..hajiman! The customer service consultant called me back like in 5 minutes while I was typing this! Cheh! Why can't they just give me the NCD letter when I cancelled to avoid having to put me through this totally unnecessary stress leh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4548164924453990164?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4548164924453990164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4548164924453990164&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4548164924453990164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4548164924453990164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/pan-global-does-not-rock-lor.html' title='Pan Global Does Not Rock lor'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6605408658196626317</id><published>2006-10-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:35:40.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Transfer Ownership</title><content type='html'>My dad has left us without writing a will and we had to get a High Court Letter of Administration (LA) to appoint the administrator for his assets. There were still two cars under his name and we couldn't do anything with the cars because of that. We only managed to get the Court LA very late and then again we let it rest. First I took out the remaining few hundred RM he had in his bank and then only today I transfered the names of the vehicles. The car salesman has no idea how it's done in JPJ so we just went with whatever documents we thought was suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the car salesman, the rules change according to the officer's mood and weather! Wah liddat oso can! True lor. When we went downstairs to validate the documents, that guy is supposed to validate the photocopy of any original documents e.g.Identification Card or the Court LA. but he only validated the IC and said it's not necessary for the LA. When we went upstairs, the officer said must validate the LA! Well what to do? Go down again la! Then another surprise was the transfer cost me RM100.00 per car. I only had RM152.00 in my wallet leh! Thank God the salesman had RM50.00 to lend to me...if not got to go out to ATM! Memalukan! (so embarassing) The remaining RM2.00 was very important, weyo? Parking in there cost RM2.00 for 3 hours! Good thing all done within 3 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6605408658196626317?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6605408658196626317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6605408658196626317&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6605408658196626317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6605408658196626317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/transfer-ownership.html' title='Transfer Ownership'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4579211971991916044</id><published>2006-10-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:01:21.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>My Lil Princess</title><content type='html'>She's one active lil girl, in fact more active than Kieran when he was her age. She can't sit still in the car seat and always throw up a fit. Here are some pictures as evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has escaped from captivity and wailing for attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This above shows that she has been rescued by mommy and still wailing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4579211971991916044?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4579211971991916044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4579211971991916044&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4579211971991916044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4579211971991916044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-lil-princess.html' title='My Lil Princess'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-9019160880572462382</id><published>2006-10-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:56:03.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ayo today everyone under the weather</title><content type='html'>My kids have been coughing for weeks now and today I also kena leow. In fact I felt uneasy yesterday but had to drive down south to do a demo and came back only about 9.30p.m. I could feel my legs getting really oozie while driving back and was getting chills ledi. So I was speeding like mad! Nevermind la, I think all the cops went to buka puasa and should be eating the whole night so will not be able to catch me! Was so dead tired when I arrived, just showered and dumped kids to bed and I dropped dead too. Kylie was crying a little while but I was just too tired to do anything, thank God she slept shortly after that...I think cos I was too dead tired...Kylie was coughing the whole night also..poor lil baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my voice also changed. Fast fast went to see doctor..so it will not become worse! Wah after my nap, developed fever summore...aiya better not continue sleeping, got up and went online! Hahaha...believe or not?? Got better wor! muahahahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-9019160880572462382?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/9019160880572462382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=9019160880572462382&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9019160880572462382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/9019160880572462382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/ayo-today-everyone-under-weather.html' title='Ayo today everyone under the weather'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4279154528078031967</id><published>2006-10-02T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:35:27.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>God is Faithful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him, "So shall your offspring be." Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead -- since he was about a hundred years old -- and that Sarah's womb was also dead. Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;a title="Read all of Romans 4" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 208) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 12px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(96, 96, 0); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-decoration: none;" onclick="javascript:window.open('http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?q=Romans+4');return false" href="http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?q=Romans+4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Romans 4:18-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="New International Version" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 208) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 12px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(96, 96, 0); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-decoration: none;" onclick="javascript:window.open('http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?ver=niv');return false" href="http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?ver=niv"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above verse reminded me of my close friend who were recently blessed with a healthy baby boy, not that they are already 100 years old! Weyo? It's just that they had been married for 10 years + and had been trying to have a child all that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought their precious lil' one to church for the first time today. I could see the overpowering joy and pride in their eyes as they held their precious one in their arms the whole time!  They have always been like the our example couple, very loving and faithfully serving in church in cell and children ministries for so many years. It was because of their encouragement that I too went to help out at children's church and then LaundryApah took over from me after I had Kieran. I could see how much they love children from their commitment and zealousness in teaching and caring for the kids which led me to wonder why God took so long to bless them with a child. Well God works in ways we cannot understand but is definitely for our own good! So, I would like to take this opportunity to thank God for his faithfulness in blessing this wonderful couple as they remained faithful in HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you out there who are trying for a baby, have faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4279154528078031967?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4279154528078031967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4279154528078031967&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4279154528078031967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4279154528078031967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-is-faithful.html' title='God is Faithful!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1384418111013372018</id><published>2006-09-30T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:07:54.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Maniacs on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was inspired to make this post after reading a post from &lt;a href="http://mumsgather.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momsgather&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.Drive to Malacca yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to drive down to Malacca yesterday. It was a pleasant drive down despite the road works along NKVE and reached Malacca in about 2 hours+. However, the drive back was not as good as I left Malacca around 5 pm. As the time approaches 6 pm I noticed some crazy drivers speeding like mad. Weyo? Time to break fast la. Ayo, so gian to break fast dunwan life meh..I was overtaking also when there was this car that came so close my back, I really hate drivers liddat, so dangerous. Just give me a flash and I will know what to do wat! Well, she, yes a she and wearing tudung also, was tailing me so close but I didn't bother about her cos I want to overtake the next few cars too! Dun tell me I have to slow down just to let her go and then speed up again meh! Ayooooooo...not long after that another guy who is also obviously rushing home to break fast was tailing me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/peggy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/peggy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop-Look-Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Familiar with this line? Meaning, see a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sign, means, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; the vehicle, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt; out for cars and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; when it's clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, there is this weird juntion that leads to my mom's place (pix on the left). There was a Pajero coming from the left on the top of the T and there was an Altis coming from the road perpendicular to the straight road. The Altis is supposed to have the right of way but the Pajero just drove straight without stopping despite Altis honking at him. Usually first time visitors are kinda excused for missing the stop sign due to the bushes and trees the council planted. But then hor, there is a straight white line across the road leh, how they pass undang-undang (traffic rules) ah? So the Altis was very angry, and when Pajero swerved one side to try to avoid road bump (that road bump ah cannot avoid one lor, sure one wheel have to go over the bump but I don't know why some drivers still do that), Altis actually stopped the car, wound down the window and tried to reason with the Pajero! Wah, that Pajero guy was like so fierce, didn't admit mistake obviously and started to curse using sign language! Shiaks man! Then the Pajero sped up and overtook the Altis despite one car coming from the opposite direction. The Pajero then stopped the car and waited! He was like looking for a fight liddat! Than Altis guy's balls must have shrunk till like peanuts ok cos he didn't take any action! I was telling hubby, if Pajero guy comes out to pick a fight, I will sure go down and help tumbuk him! Hubby said no need, just take pictures la..AIYA!!!! That reminded me...forgot to take pictures! Cheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Give way lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened quite some time ago when I was driving my hubby's car which was a faster car. I was going into a lane where I had to give way for ongoing traffic. So I naturally stopped to look out for cars la, me baca buku and know my undang-undang one wat! There was this bozo driving a BMW who didn't notice I stopped so he had to brake till his tires botak leow! He then angrily over took me and showed me the finger! I was like what the hell?? So I made a sign back, scissors cutting the FINGER! (try and imagine how la!) Wah he got so mad that he stopped the car and got out summore! Wah this guy memang didn't baca buku despite the fact he was descently dressed and had an elderly passenger in the car. I was like waiting for him to walk over so I could drive off leaving him standing there like an idiot but he didn't as I think the lady in the car (could be the mother) asked him to get back in. It's like what's he thinking? His feet can be faster than my wheels ah?? Bozo! Then he was trying to be funny and turning his car from one lane to another not allowing me to overtake him! Then came a Storm whom I think saw what he was doing. The Storm kind of drove very slowly and then I managed to overtake him and I actually waved at him with the most triumphant grin on my face! Wah he was so mad and eventhough I couldn't hear him, I was sure he was major cursing at me! Bluekkkkk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1384418111013372018?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1384418111013372018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1384418111013372018&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1384418111013372018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1384418111013372018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/maniacs-on-road.html' title='Maniacs on the road'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-1605878579474444715</id><published>2006-09-28T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:36:47.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Posting Greeting Cards</title><content type='html'>Wah today new discovery at Pos Malaysia. We send greeting cards for the 2 major festive seasons every year and only today I found out about the standard and requirements. Last year we sent it at RM0.45 so this year I decided to check out the cost since we changed to a smaller and hence lighter card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - How much postage is required for this Hari Raya Card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postgirl - 50 sen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh? Wah so expensive one?? Why leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postgirl - Oh because you used stick on a label for the address and you stamped the sender address at the wrong place. So this is considered non-standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postgirl - You should stamp the sender's address on top left corner of envelope and not use the stick on labels for standard cost at 30 sen only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Wah, that's 20 sen savings and times by 100 cards it's like RM20.00 savings leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh to Laundryamah's small business, every sen counts leh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks, remember, when sending greeting cards, make sure follow the standard requirements if not end up paying more for nothing! The labels also cost a bomb too but then I was fortunate to have someone very nice who donated a few boxes to me last time...hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1605878579474444715?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1605878579474444715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1605878579474444715&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1605878579474444715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1605878579474444715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/posting-greeting-cards.html' title='Posting Greeting Cards'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-650003413669245463</id><published>2006-09-27T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:07:18.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>How good a wife are you</title><content type='html'>Ok I cannot say I'm a good wife but I think I'm not a bad wife either. But yesterday I heard one very bizarre story of a certain woman who married a man as old as her father. Many would think sure the young wife will take very good care of the older husband but not this case lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why leh? She doesn't cook for the herself so of course doesn't cook for the husband la. But then hor, when husband was sick, cincai la can cook just a pot of porridge ma..what's so difficult? Ayo, she not only didn't bother to cook but just left him a packet of instant noodles! Err..the noodles still intact in the packet...how to eat leh? Liddat oso can??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-650003413669245463?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/650003413669245463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=650003413669245463&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/650003413669245463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/650003413669245463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-good-wife-are-you.html' title='How good a wife are you'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4138058161059038216</id><published>2006-09-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:18:35.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>I really look forward to this festival each year cos mainly of my cravings for mooncakes. Strangely enough, both myself, LaundryAhPah and Kieran are crazy over mooncakes. My family call us the Moonface Family cos we love mooncakes so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun part of the festival is the lantern part...it brings back memories to me as I never fail to burn my lantern each year! Yes...so sad hor...and my brother will always laugh at me and sing this; "For siu tang lung tai tai kor lung..." (fire burnt lantern till big big hole appears) in one irritating tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/Image038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/Image037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Kieran got a spiderman lantern and this year a superman lantern! Thanks to grandma of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie couldn't participate as yet but she got bitten by nasty mozzies while just looking from a far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kylie, I was just bragging to Oscar's mom that she's quite strong maybe due to the fact that she eats so well and picks up food from the floor and her drinking cup is dirty all the time thanks to my lazy good for nothing maid. So I said, her resistance is built up from the exposure to such situations! But unfortunately, she developed a cough and had fever this morning at about 5 a.m. She was not making noise but I woke up and just felt like checking on her! Amazing motherly instincts! Gave her the fever medicine and then milk and she was one happy camper running around and trying to wake kor kor up! Daddy was very grumpy as he was flying off this morning and once he got ready, Kylie started coughing and when he went to her she threw up all over him!! See what happens to grouchy daddies? They suffer more! ok ok...not funny cos he ran out of pressed pants! (again thanks to lazy good for nothing maid). Thank goodness he managed to find one pair, although not really the desired colour scheme but nevermind la...got a plane to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the clinic waiting for doctor, looking active as ever...eh...still having slight fever wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 152px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/Image040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 153px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/Image039.jpg" alt="" 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/31254430-4138058161059038216?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4138058161059038216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4138058161059038216&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4138058161059038216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4138058161059038216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/autumn-festival.html' title='Autumn Festival'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4900153700430922417</id><published>2006-09-25T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:44:10.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Another eventful Saturday</title><content type='html'>Ok ok..a bit delayed this post cos the whole morning gila-red, had to send son to school, then send car to service and then go for an x-ray for my neck problemo..Ok back to our excursion last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It started with  a trip to Planetarium together with &lt;a href="http://blogs.jambav.com/flowsnow/"&gt;Flowsnow&lt;/a&gt; and family. Wah no joke, this place has got stairs, stairs and more stairs..so forget about the stroller...waste time had to carry both baby and stroller! We already cut the stair climbing by a lot by having hubby drop us near the entrance, but still we had to climb more stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Overall, the place was pretty small, we had a bit of fun in the dark room and the gravity room, a human body movement as control for a video game, there was a viewing deck where we can see the whole of KL, there was a spaceball thingy to play but that one have to pay extra. They didn't have shows that day so the entrance fee was only RM1.00 per adult and children F.O.C.! Parking also F.O.C.! Not bad la! Since we were going for good food for dinner, I packed sandwiches for lunch...cincai la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The view of Sentral from the viewing deck and Kieran running around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to the park in Lake Gardens but it started to rain...next time la...anyway got to go back and rest for night activity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/2006/09/jalan-jalan-cari-makan.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalan jalan Cari Makan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As mentioned by &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt;, we went to Queenspark at Jalan Peel, opposite the blooming French hypermarket. Wow, I was pretty impressed with that place, considering it was in Cheras area! Don't play play, Cheras memang very happening now. Hubby (LaundryAhPah) kept asking where we were going but I didn't bother to tell him cos I know for sure he has no idea where that place was. Thanks to Oscar's mom we found that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuyoh, that restaurant was packed with people and we actually got confused and didn't realise that there were two different restaurants side by side. Thank goodness we went to the correct one. Since it was our first time, we didn't know their serving size so was kinda dispointed when we saw the dishes, so otoke? Tambah order la! Man, it was so busy that LaundryAhPah had to do some self service, like bringing our own tea, char kueh etc...They sold out by the time it was only 8 pm wor! Terrrer or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the restaurant installed their water meter up so high near the ceiling..wondering how the water meter guy going to read the meter leh...but can't blame them la cos a lot besi/steel theifs around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4900153700430922417?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4900153700430922417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4900153700430922417&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4900153700430922417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4900153700430922417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-eventful-saturday.html' title='Another eventful Saturday'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8780183127098875856</id><published>2006-09-22T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:07:16.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Consumer rights??</title><content type='html'>Ok today after reading an email from a friend, I thought it's high time I tell everyone about this certain French hypermarket, and most of the time, the bad things happened at the one located at Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They advertised on National Newspaper about a certain product at a rate which was mindblowing low, so I asked &lt;a href="http://iblogforoscar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt; to get it for me since she was there but when the product was scanned, it was not the advertised price! She noticed another customer disputing with the cashier about it. What was the result, I don't know but I suspect the  cashier will say I don't know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have the yellow best deal price hanging above a certain product and when the product is scanned at the check out counter, it's again a higher price. When we question them, they said it was price for the day before! Liddat oso can!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I remember in Australia, if such price disputes occur at the check out counter, the product will be given free to the customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's recent experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was getting some dried apricots and halfway picking them, she saw a dead cockroach! She told the staff about it and walked off fast fast...yucks. But she did look back to see what the staff did. He just picked up the cockroach and put back the apricots which my friend picked. I know we can't expect much cleanliness in food handling outside but can't they put up a show in front of the customer by pretending to take the whole tub inside????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok not related to the above hypermarket incident but also about food outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar's mom just told me that her grandfather once witnessed a rat slipped and fell inside a pot of barley which the restaurant was making. The person just picked up the rat and continued to sell the barley drink!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, folks..dare to eat out or not?? Aiya, we can't be too careful also, but as long as I don't know and don't see what they do to the food and say my prayers before I eat...heck la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8780183127098875856?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8780183127098875856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8780183127098875856&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8780183127098875856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8780183127098875856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/consumer-rights.html' title='Consumer rights??'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-1247159280600470943</id><published>2006-09-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:31:54.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>How do you know if that person is having a hard time?</title><content type='html'>Eventhough the person may not show a sulky or sad face but somehow you can detect that the person is having a hard time or unhappy about something. I am also writing this on behalf of &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mum&lt;/a&gt; as she's busy helping her hubby folding the boxes..really kesian lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today both myself and &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mum&lt;/a&gt; had an encounter with 2 different persons that are like that lor. Ok I'll talk about the one I met 1st. I was at my customer's (J) laundry when his customer (L) walked in. First she asked for her basket which she actually forgotten that she has taken back. Then she asked this really stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Di sini ada ajar orang gosok kain tak? (Do you teach people to iron clothes or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! This is a laundry la...Teach you how to iron clothes then how to earn your $$ leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Ah, di sini kita ada menjalankan kursus tunjuk ajar untuk membuka bisnes dan operasi dobi.&lt;br /&gt;(we do have a course in helping people set up a laundry business)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Oh, berapa yuran nya? (How much is the course?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - RM2,500.00 dan untuk praktikal lain pulak. (Cost is RM2,500.00 but for practical lessons there is a separate charge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see L's face change colour leow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Oh, begini..aiya saya saja nak tanya la, ajar gosok saja tak ada ya?&lt;br /&gt;(Oh I'm just asking only la, like a course for ironing don't have ya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still not giving up...*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Tak ada (NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked J's son to go to her car to fetch her laundry and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Some people are so sarcastic, we just have to tell them off. How can she ask such a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's wife - You know ah this lady, damn fussy u know. Each time she brings clothes for ironing, we have to do the job 3 times! She keeps saying it's not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh? Iron 3 times? Ayo rugi la! Gila ke? (lose money la, crazy or wat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's wife - Ya lar, padan muka dia itu sebab suaminya ambil isteri baru! (Serves her right that's y her husband took in a 2nd wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh? How you know ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's wife - She told me herself! She said the husband complains about her ironing and asked why can't she be as good as the 2nd wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - That's why la, she give you a hard time..if not cannot compete with 2nd wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - For all you know the 2nd wife also sends to dobi to iron the clothes la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us - wuahahahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt;, it's the encounter with &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-boss.html"&gt;Mr XX D&lt;/a&gt;. He really gave her a hard time today. Weyo, taking advantage that I am not around to help defend her and also for the scolding I gave him yesterday. Ok, not going to elaborate in too detail, in short, Mr XX D constantly screws up in his work and never take responsibility for it summore. He is unable to take any pressure and most of the time he lets it out on the staff. He makes all sorts of unrealistic promises to people which he can't fulfill and then expect other people to pick up the pieces. Get it by now? The best part is, he dwells on the issue and is unable to provide a solution and then pressure somebody else to solve it! Eh hello! How can? Errr..who's the boss now ah? At the end, he has the cheek to ask, "So how?" Wah! If I'm around of course he will not be able to reach this stage leow. I would have told him shut the %^&amp;* up and go solve his own problems and stop pushing the blame to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am soooooooo tired of having to go through this again and again. He will never stop being like this as this is just him, you can't change character. I am so fed up but I can't remove this stigma cos I'm related to him! That's why I am so grateful and thankful to have Oscar's mom to help share this burden, as not many people can be able to take his nonsense. Oscar's mom, kumoupta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you know if that person is having a hard time? He/she gives a hard time to others!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-1247159280600470943?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/1247159280600470943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=1247159280600470943&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1247159280600470943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/1247159280600470943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-do-you-know-if-that-person-is.html' title='How do you know if that person is having a hard time?'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-2631537545835874811</id><published>2006-09-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:00:53.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>I got to stop buying shoes...</title><content type='html'>Geezz today a pair of shoes died on me o-gain! Ok, remember my &lt;a href="http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/neverending-shopping-spree-3.html"&gt;mountain of shoes&lt;/a&gt;, yah like I can wear them all la...but I still buy lor. Today I wore a pair which I didn't wear like...emm...I forgot how long la...(yes that long) well, it didn't last past lunch time! Actually, I just wore it up and down the stairs like err..3 times?? The strap like gave way lor..ayo this pair is like still so new leh. At least I can go up and get another pair, no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was not so lucky 2 days ago, I wore a pair which I also haven't worn for like ages...well it also gave way while I was walking towards the restaurant carrying Kylie summore..same thing, the strap gave way..OTOKE?? Ah..thank God the strap like gave way right outside Metrojaya! So went in to buy a new pair la! If not how to walk leh, still got to go get my computer stuffs after lunch! As we all may know..sale time over leow...so I was thinking, shiaks...got to buy on full price summore! Wah thank God there was some shoes on best buy...quite ok deal so sapu la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must fast fast start wearing all my shoes before they give way one by one!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2631537545835874811?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2631537545835874811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2631537545835874811&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2631537545835874811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2631537545835874811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-to-stop-buying-shoes.html' title='I got to stop buying shoes...'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5677064837087256130</id><published>2006-09-19T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:45:31.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Men Likes to be in Control</title><content type='html'>Following the post from &lt;a href="http://nyonyapenang.blogspot.com/2006/09/men-wear-many-masks-too.html"&gt;NyonyaPenang&lt;/a&gt; I was reminded about this conversation I had with a friend (M) from church. This friend volunteers as a musician while my hubby (H) volunteers as a Sunday School Teacher. We were just talking about how difficult it is to recruit new volunteers for both musicians and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Look at the sunday school teachers la, year in year out same people but the number of children increasing all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Eh hem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - H has to be teaching every alternate week due to the shortage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Same here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Ya I noticed that too..pity you guys man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - But then, did you notice that there is an over flowing of volunteers for traffic control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh? Oh ya hor..Ya man, this job is more difficult leh, have to come early and stand in the hot sun summore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Ah...do you know why there are so many volunteers, and they are only men summore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Why ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - That's because men generally likes to be in control, and this is one of the jobs that allow them to be in full control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ? ? (very interested sitted on the edge of the seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Maybe they didn't have chance to command control in either their work place or at home, but here as traffic controller can control wor..(pheeettttttttttttt...pheeeeeeeeeettttttttttt -blowing whistle action with sound effect and waving his hands like a traffic police + a very stern look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; H - wuahahahahahahaha....ya man! So true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst..M is also a guy leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is some sort of a way for release for the guy, so as for the guy mentioned in &lt;a href="http://nyonyapenang.blogspot.com/2006/09/men-wear-many-masks-too.html"&gt;NyonyaPenang&lt;/a&gt;'s post, it's the same situation la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5677064837087256130?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5677064837087256130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5677064837087256130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5677064837087256130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5677064837087256130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/men-likes-to-be-in-control.html' title='Men Likes to be in Control'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4478804266798755725</id><published>2006-09-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:32:33.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Continuation to my eventful Saturday</title><content type='html'>After we came back from the National Science Centre, I went to my usual &lt;a href="http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-neighbourhood-salon.html"&gt;salon&lt;/a&gt; to have my hair done. The moment I walked in all of them looked at me like one kind..err..did I look that bad after my whole day activities?? No la...it's just, there was a robbery there at about noon! OMG!! It's like this place is like so uninteresting, doesn't look like you can get much out of it in a robbery and that idiot of a robber went in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber went in pretending to be an inquiring customer at first. The owner of the salon (Aunty Y) thought he looked kind of suspicious and told him to come back another time as the salon is very busy then. Then the co-stylist (Aunty N) noticed something amiss as the robber began to reach down to his left foot (was reaching for his knife). Aunty N was standing nearest to the back door and she immediately scooted off and ran for her life! There were about 4 - 5 customers at that time. Aunty N was attending to a hair colouring session with one customer. The moment Aunty N ran off the robber shouted and told her not to run but she ran la..The robber immediately pointed the knife at one customer's neck(sitting at the waiting chairs nearest to the exit door, therefore nearest to the robber). By this time, everyone in the salon were in a state of shock. The victim was very calm though and gave him her handbag and when he wanted to pull her necklace, she told him not to as she will take it out for him. The moment he got the necklace, he ran out to his accomplice waiting in a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim ran out to catch a glimpse and saw the motorcycle plates. She shouted out the number but Aunty Y was still in shock and was not able to think hence unable to jot the plate details. Fortunately someone outside noticed something was not right so he remembered the plate details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all thinking what would happen if Aunty N didn't run out the back door. She actually saved everyone cos if she didn't run, the robber would have sapu-ded (robbed) everyone la! But then again, the fact that she ran may have angered the robber and he could have attacked the poor lady that was nearest to him! Anyway, all in all thank God no one was hurt. My cousin who operates her desert factory next to this salon used to sit at where the lady was sitting, in fact she was there just moments before that lady came in. So she could've been the victim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim went to report the incident and came back again to have her done..(die die oso have to come back cos she has a dinner that nite ler..) Anyway, Aunty N came back after the robber left and continued with her colouring session. In her state of shock, she actually mixed the wrong colour and the customer had to leave the salon with two different shades on her hair! The customer also was in a state of shock and didn't mind at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that this was the first that happened to this quiet little suburban neighbourhood salon in almost 30 years! Ayo..it's not safe anywhere la..not even in front of your own house! So be careful, look around before you get down from your car, even when you reach home, look around before you open your gate..scary ler...Do not wear excessive jewellery, they were speculating that the victim actually attracted the robbers as she was wearing quite a bit of jewellery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4478804266798755725?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4478804266798755725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4478804266798755725&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4478804266798755725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4478804266798755725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/continuation-to-my-eventful-saturday.html' title='A Continuation to my eventful Saturday'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6120026671448580326</id><published>2006-09-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:04:42.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Maximum Eventful Saturday!</title><content type='html'>As usual the days starts with rushing as Kieran's music class starts at 9.00am. This morning was ok as he woke up early..surprising! I have to rush my market shopping as we are going to bring him to the &lt;a href="http://www.cuti.com.my/Sub/Kl/guide_kuala_lumpur_planetarium_negara.htm"&gt;Planetarium &lt;/a&gt;after the music class. Weyo, his kindy actually has a field trip today but I didn't want him to miss the music class so have to forego the field trip with the kindy. So, I bring him la! Anyway, fast fast buy then rushed back to pick up maid &amp; Kylie and rushed back to pick Kieran up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1 : On the way there...so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 2 : hahaha,,,Science Centre taken from inside the car...a bit filtered thanks to my V-Kool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, remember we were planning to go to Planetarium but guess where we went instead?? Me so smart, thought the Planetarium was the &lt;a href="http://www.psn.gov.my/bm/default.htm"&gt;National Science Centre&lt;/a&gt;. When we reached there I instantly felt something was not right but since we were there..go la..I thought should be same same la..budden hor...didn't see any words that indicate that there is a Planetarium there leh! So I instantly smsed &lt;a href="http://blogs.jambav.com/flowsnow/"&gt;Flowsnow&lt;/a&gt; to ask her. She's the expert in this...but then....she didn't reply until much later in the evening. Then only I knew, chia latt! Went to the wrong place..poor Kieran kept asking, "Mummy where are my friends??" I had to tell him that they left ledi..bad la this mummy. Nevertheless, he did have a good time there, in fact all of us had a good time there. In fact we had to drag Kieran out of that place..like threatened only he's willing to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of the kids enjoying the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6120026671448580326?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6120026671448580326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6120026671448580326&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6120026671448580326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6120026671448580326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/maximum-eventful-saturday.html' title='Maximum Eventful Saturday!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-4756486889717530360</id><published>2006-09-15T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:24:19.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Update on Mom's Condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; la, her dizzy dizzy and vomit vomit off and on and today I took her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; (Ear,Nose &amp;amp; Throat) Specialist at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; to check whether she has that problem with imbalance in the ear thingy..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt; forgot what the term is called la. But when the doctor asked her A she answered B and the doctor had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; (bring her back) to the topic. Then when he wanted to talk she wanted to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;. When the doc asked her what exactly was her dizziness like and she couldn't even explain properly..this is strange as mom was a retired nurse and supposed to be well versed with medical terms and always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;criticised&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; shows when the medical facts were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ayo&lt;/span&gt;..I can see the doctor losing his cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;leow&lt;/span&gt;. Then after all the tests he did, he found that both the nose and ears are fine and shouldn't be contributing to the dizzy spells. Then he proceeded to explain and advised that she may have to see other specialists. She kept interrupting him and then insists he write a letter of his findings today so that the other docs can see cos she said her memory is not good now. That was fine actually but she kept giving the doc unnecessary pressure until he didn't know how to talk properly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;leow&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Terrer&lt;/span&gt; or not..then finally she said, "Since nothing wrong with my nose and ear..what about my throat ah?" (well the doc is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; specialist so she was just thinking aloud that he should also check the throat which even I would know that even if there's anything wrong with the throat, it will not contribute to dizziness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; this time the doc really lost it and I could see he was really agitated..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; not very professional cos I reckon that no matter what she's the patient, she's paying good money to see him (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; the good money part is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;siong&lt;/span&gt;..it's really expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;) he should maintain his cool no matter what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. I totally understand how he can arrive at this stage as he had a lot of patients waiting in line and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;summore&lt;/span&gt; had to encounter this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;...BUT STILL..cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;liddat&lt;/span&gt; one ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told mom I think she needs to go for a CT Scan and also Heart Scan, but she said go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;UKM&lt;/span&gt; since she was a government servant so entitled to health benefits. So hopefully she can get an appointment soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4756486889717530360?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4756486889717530360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4756486889717530360&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4756486889717530360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4756486889717530360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-on-moms-condition.html' title='Update on Mom&apos;s Condition'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8389769555511684064</id><published>2006-09-14T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:23:18.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Today you left us 7 years ago</title><content type='html'>Dear Loh Dau (dad),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking the question why God has to take you away so early, why you were not able to retire and enjoy life after all the years you slogged in order to provide for us, why you are not able to see at least your first grandchild, why you were not able to guide me in running the business.....and the worse thing is why God had to allow the suffering that you had to endure from; i.e. the most dreaded disease, CANCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really aches my heart even as I write this to have seen you suffer so much, how much pain you went through, as if the pain and suffering from your younger days were not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kept telling us about the past we always said you were such a bore, like no new stories but now I realised that you were trying to tell us to appreciate what we have. That is why I get very mad when Kieran is fussy with food, I remember that you were strict with us especially on the dinner table, you wouldn't even allow us to talk! But now our kids are so spoilt and most of the time throwing tantrums, I wonder how you would react...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I miss you most is when I get into a fix over the business, when I have no one to turn to for help and when there's something wrong with the house...or when I can't handle mom anymore..you were always there to fix things up..why can't my brothers learn that from you??? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you so much dad.....and I'm sorry I am not able to visit your grave today but I know you will understand. I know and am assured that you are having a good time now and definitely not suffering anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care dad and till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your daughter, Ah Girl....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8389769555511684064?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8389769555511684064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8389769555511684064&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8389769555511684064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8389769555511684064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-you-left-us-7-years-ago.html' title='Today you left us 7 years ago'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-693136906791166853</id><published>2006-09-14T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:44:52.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Birth Order of Kids</title><content type='html'>Today busy so cannot do my regular posts,,so I thought of sharing this I received in the email..quite funny and also the reason why I'm not having the 3rd kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Clothes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN&lt;br /&gt;confirms your pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the Birth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time,&lt;br /&gt;breathing didn't do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Layette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them,&lt;br /&gt;and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and&lt;br /&gt;discard only the ones with the darkest stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of distress -- a whimper, a frown -- you&lt;br /&gt;pick up the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your&lt;br /&gt;firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical&lt;br /&gt;swing.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacifier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until&lt;br /&gt;you can go home and wash and boil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off&lt;br /&gt;with some juice from the baby's bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Diapering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they&lt;br /&gt;need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if&lt;br /&gt;needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to&lt;br /&gt;complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and&lt;br /&gt;Baby Story Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry&lt;br /&gt;cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Going Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your&lt;br /&gt;baby with a sitter, you call home five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a&lt;br /&gt;number where you can be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she&lt;br /&gt;sees blood.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;At Home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older&lt;br /&gt;child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing Coins (a favorite):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to&lt;br /&gt;the hospital and demand x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for&lt;br /&gt;the coin to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his&lt;br /&gt;allowance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-693136906791166853?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/693136906791166853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=693136906791166853&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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university mate (nicknamed Ah Seng) from Singapore. He's down with his family for his yearly Malaysian outing. He would like to come more often, or rather his wife (who's a Malaysia) as they miss the shopping and food too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't click very well with Singaporeans but I have this two really good friends whom we've kept in close contact over the many mayn years (no need to mention how many ler..), one is Ah Seng and the other is Ah Beng who's migrated to Melbourne Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the Curve as they were doing their shopping over there. I would prefer to take them for dinner at some other places but somehow time was not on our side so out of convenience, Curve la. We ate at Ah Tuah Ee, so called Nyonya Penang styled cooking, will have to check with &lt;a href="http://nyonyapenang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nyonyapenang&lt;/a&gt; about it...The food was so-so nya, not exactly value for money. They even charged 60 sen for each glass of warm water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is not important..the fellowship was the keything. It's always fun to see the kids play. My son was chasing Ah Seng's daughter round and round and I could see how annoyed she was. She's 3 years younger than Kieran but the maturity level was I think higher than him leow! Memalukan..(so embarassing..). She pointed her finger with one arm curved at her waist and warned Kieran to stop harrassing her. I tried to catch a photo but was too slow..However, Kieran didn't get the message or rather was too thick skinned (like all male species..) continued to harrass her. It was so funny so I decided to tease Kieran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Kieran likes Joelle....(ala sing song teasing tone) ne ne ne ne ne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - (wah instantly embarassed and attacked me with his head!) Nooooooooooo...keep quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - You keep chasing her wat..means u like her la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - NooOOOOOOO!! Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - muahahahahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute lor! Too bad Joelle refused to have a photo with him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7173183828994303300?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7173183828994303300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7173183828994303300&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7173183828994303300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7173183828994303300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/catch-up-with-old-friends.html' title='Catch up with Old Friends'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8324433184743698088</id><published>2006-09-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:47:49.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Time With Mom Part II</title><content type='html'>We have been staying with mom for the past few days. Hubby as usual is always asking me this question, "How long more we have to stay here?" I really don't know how to answer him lor. According to &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's Mom &lt;/a&gt;her sickness is loneliness. She just wants the company. I know, everyone needs company, who can live alone? I for one cannor lor..can go gila la even if I can blog and blog but must have real people around wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as of today, mom looks very well, energetic and as usual came to rescue Kylie early in the morning. Actually why my hubby doesn't like to spend the nights there is because mom just comes into our room just liddat..u know...walk in..no knocking! The room can't be locked cos the kids destroyed the lock and I can't be bothered to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 7 a.m. she came in the room to wake me up to drive her to the market. Ayo...that's the scariest part. It's not that I don't like going it's just that she's so fussy and takes ages to finish. Told her to bring handphone but she said didn't charge! Keep handphone and don't charge it, keep for what leh? I warned her in the car that my brother's family will not be coming back for dinner for the rest of the week as sis-in-law is down with chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon dropping her off, I told her to wait where I dropperd her. Off I went to do some banking and then went back to the market. Thank goodness I found a car park. So I went in to buy something for myself but I finished very fast and decided to sit down near the place I told her to wait. (I don't know how she can take so long buying in that market cos it's so smelly, I just want to fast fast buy and go man!) Wait...wait...wah...one hour passed...still no sign of her or maid. Then I thought to myself, hmm..should be done any minute, better bring the car around. Then as I drove round the market, suddenly the maid ran out onto the road waving at me! Gave me a shock! Good thing there was no car behind and there was space to stop the car for a while. Eh...this is not the place I told her to wait wor...how come she's there?? Her reply, "Yah meh? I thought here ma..." I was like...FAINTED! Good thing the maid she so proclaims to be sooooo stupid that caused her soooo much stress till she had that dizzy spell, was "seng mook" and could spot me! If not I will be like going round and round the market lor! (oh in case you are wondering which smelly market I was talking about, it's the Old Town Market! YUCKS but the prices of stuff are the cheapest in town wor..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8324433184743698088?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8324433184743698088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8324433184743698088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8324433184743698088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8324433184743698088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-with-mom-part-ii.html' title='Time With Mom Part II'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-8893625524994914863</id><published>2006-09-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:19:07.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Uh oh ta-ta-yor</title><content type='html'>Itchy fingers again and terchanged back to old template...hmmm..really didn't know how it happened leh..can't believe that they had in memory...aiya..tearing my hair out now..time to go to sleep before there's further damage..now lost a lot of links..nvm ler..learning process..kakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-8893625524994914863?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/8893625524994914863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=8893625524994914863&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8893625524994914863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/8893625524994914863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/uh-oh-ta-ta-yor.html' title='Uh oh ta-ta-yor'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5762318651036160309</id><published>2006-09-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:57:37.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Time with Mom</title><content type='html'>Today we spent the day with mom since she's still not in the pink of health as yet. It's strange cos I'm not exactly in excellent terms with mom. But the whole time she was not well, I tried my best to care for her. I'm not asking for anything in return really but I guess it was natural that I should be the one to be there for her. In fact our dialog is almost zero and whenever she wants to tell me something it's either through my kids, my hubby or &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt;. Like this evening while we were all watching tv after dinner, here was the conversation that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Kieran, did you bring your toothbrush? The one here is lauya oredi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - (engrossed in movie).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Kieran, brush your teeth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - We are going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Why..you don't want to take care of Ah Po? What if Ah Po feel giddy again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - (Obviously dunno what's going on la..so continues watching tv..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - (Sounds very sad) You don't care for Ah Po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sigh...I want to be there but to transport the clothes, bottles...bla bla bla...just too much hassle la...and hubby gets especially worked up if we have to spend the night at mom's cos he has to sleep alone in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate incident also during the tv time...Kylie was begging for food, as usual..We were having fruits. I gave her a slice of the apple but mom complained that it might choke her so I took it back from her hands...so can you imagine the drama?? Yes she threw a fit. Then I gave her back a smaller piece but as usual, she created a mess by pinching out pieces of the apple and put it all over mom's lazy chair. Mom got cross and scolded her...Kylie immediately sulked and looked down and just had a blank and cross look. It was so funny cos she does this all the time whenever I scold her too. She knows that she has done wrong but still shows displeasure at being scolded..I laughed out loud...and mom said this, "Exactly like you la when you were small!" Oops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5762318651036160309?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5762318651036160309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5762318651036160309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5762318651036160309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5762318651036160309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-with-mom.html' title='Time with Mom'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6590755508735793892</id><published>2006-09-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:26:08.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mom's A-OK</title><content type='html'>Hey thanks to all well wishers and your prayers, mom's fine. Her friend called early this morning to ask about her and I told her she's still in the hospital but if they don't discharge her I will create havoc there! Good thing mom called and told me should be able to leave before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked her up and since she was in the car, hehe..better go to the bank, need company as I know I can never get a parking space in New Town at that time. Since she's ok, I asked her to walk in the bank to deposit the cheques. Yah..so bad hor..straight out of the hospital me ledi asked her to work for me! Nevermind la..good exercise for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then upon reaching home, still not time to pick up the kids so I fast fast fried rice for everyone. Even after that it was still early, so I go back to office first. Mom was saying should she bring Kylie along to pick up the kids from kindy then she said better not..so I gathered she meant she's going to pick up the kids. So I left la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 hr later she called the office to ask where the kids were..ALAMAK! She thought I went to pick the kids up! Errr...duh! Wah lucky she didn't marah marah...only said.."Ayo ayo ayo...I go now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me bad or not? Mom just out of hospital expected her to pick up the kids...hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6590755508735793892?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6590755508735793892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6590755508735793892&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6590755508735793892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6590755508735793892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/moms-ok.html' title='Mom&apos;s A-OK'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6198827322518082368</id><published>2006-09-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:26:37.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mom is not well..</title><content type='html'>Wah today memang gila...(really crazy). Was out of the office to do something in Shah Alam and have another appointment at the most jam-ded place in the world, Pandan Indah. But it turned out that Pandan Indah appointment had to be deferred a bit so I had time in between..otoke? Ah better go to salon and wash my hair first cos I may come back late from Pandan Indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway during the wash &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt; called me twice. Once I settled down I called her back. With my hair all wet summore..asked the hairdresser to speed up process of drying...PRONTO! Need to go send mom to doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived, she was so weak she can't walk. The kids were really sweet, they were really worried and kept telling grandma not to die.. That was a very touching moment..Had the maids and my staff who came back with the kids to help her down. Aitelyu..eventhough she's so weak, she still stopped and asked me to lock her room door and told me where the key is..I was like..aiya go la don't worry about the room (she doesn't trust the maids now cos her old faithful maid of 8 years stole things from her when she left for Indonesia..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the car, I asked her which hospital, she said the nearest one..no choice so we have to go to that blooming so-called private hospital &lt;a href="http://mylittlechampion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar's mom&lt;/a&gt; mentioned. I arrived at the registration of the and realised I ter-left mom's IC in the bathroom! Ayo..That's the advantage of being close to the hospital, so got to go back and grab the IC and at the same time pack her overnight bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hospital memang no standard but they charge terrer high summore. They made us wait so long and once we were in the lift going to the ward the nurse realised she forgot to administer the drip for my mom! Die or not?? Got to go back down to the so-called emergency (if that is emergency ah..I think the cases where going to die type sure die there one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once entered the room, I realised the put the curtains wrongly also, the thin and thick material was placed in reversed positions! Pui! Actually, ah my complains of this hospital will be endless cos almost the whole family who had ever been admitted there before had bad experiences. So I think I will stop here and not bore you to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6198827322518082368?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6198827322518082368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6198827322518082368&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6198827322518082368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6198827322518082368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/mom-is-not-well.html' title='Mom is not well..'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-5708435206154372186</id><published>2006-09-05T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:25:02.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Career in Dance?</title><content type='html'>Kieran loves to dance, always start dancing when there's music, especially at supermarkets and the malls. Here's clip of him dancing but it was cut short cos he was dancing too vigourously till he got a stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3mu4_Zzfr0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry so blur..used video on phone ma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-5708435206154372186?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/5708435206154372186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=5708435206154372186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5708435206154372186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/5708435206154372186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/career-in-dance.html' title='Career in Dance?'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-7046707376410082441</id><published>2006-09-04T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:01:38.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>The Crocodile Hunter is gone forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..just received very sad news that &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ent/celebrities/4161471.html"&gt;Steve Irwin was killed suddenly today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch his shows all the time and he made documentaries interesting and funny! I'm not exactly a fan but really enjoyed his shows. So sad...Looking at his family photo only makes it more sad...May God bless his soul and may he rest in peace..God bless his family too..&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/31254430-7046707376410082441?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7046707376410082441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7046707376410082441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7046707376410082441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7046707376410082441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-hunter-is-gone-forever.html' title='The Crocodile Hunter is gone forever....'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-65821370580583275</id><published>2006-09-04T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:05:39.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Love Your Enemies??</title><content type='html'>Noticed today's verse of the day, "But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Read all of Luke 6" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND: rgb(255,255,208) 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; COLOR: rgb(96,96,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial,sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" onclick="javascript:window.open('http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?q=Luke+6');return false" href="http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?q=Luke+6"&gt;Luke 6:27-28&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a title="New International Version" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND: rgb(255,255,208) 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; COLOR: rgb(96,96,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial,sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" onclick="javascript:window.open('http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?ver=niv');return false" href="http://www.christnotes.org/bible.php?ver=niv"&gt;NIV&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah this command memang (really) very hard to follow. I can forgive but forget is another thing..then I was challenged with the fact that if I don't forget, have I really forgiven??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this is hard for me, not that I have a lot of enemies, just a lot of @#$!&amp;! customers who take us for granted and then don't pay us what they owe us! All the good things we have done for them is easily forgotten but they will remember every single minute flaw that we do or sometimes didn't even do! Always complaining we are expensive bla bla bla..of course wat..cheap thing no good, good thing no cheap la! Aroso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my industry seems to be liddat. Cannot increase price (even though petrol increased price leading to increased gas price and then leading to increased plastics price. Nightmare didn't stop there cos electricity too increased like 30%) but always customer asking for discount lagi..My customers complain to me about their customers who scold them like they burnt their house liddat but it's only over a garment that was spoiled. Sometimes it's not even the fault of the washing, it's the garment that is so $^$&amp;amp;#@ hard to wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, It's so hard but once I felt that God was telling me like literally telling me that I should pray for this so &amp; so customer of mine..I was like WHAT?? That #$%&amp;amp; customer wor? The one who claims he has no money to pay us but keeps opening outlet after outlet..and the wife like getting fatter and fatter until the insurance company also cannot insure her (classified obese)!! I was like, "God, please la...don't do this to me ok, I already very good, didn't curse them leow..weyo ask me to pray for them summore? Otoke??" But I know I must obey la...pray lor..but I think it was not sincere enough leh cos I've not settled with them yet, meaning they haven't paid lor! Shiaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if not enough of torture, we have another customer now breathing down our necks. Well, they have stopped using our product but still keeping the pumps. Where can, the condition for installing the pumps was that they buy our products at least once a year. However, they have stopped buying since more than 2 years ago! But when I asked him nicely for the permission of taking back the pumps he said ok and when my staff went there he said no! Wah,,,make me vely vely angry amah ok!! (one furious woman!) But God is great, because the computer board of his washing machine is not functioning properly so I had the opportunity to bring back the part with an excuse of repairing it. Hah! Now, that's a lesson to learn for them, don't play-play Laundryamah cos she will not let them sleep in peace...now I will not return the board to them unless they allow us to take back our property or at least pay for them if they want to keep them! Am I being fair or not? Was I being vengeful? I don't know la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-65821370580583275?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/65821370580583275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=65821370580583275&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/65821370580583275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/65821370580583275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-your-enemies.html' title='Love Your Enemies??'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31254430.post-6964254907080557406</id><published>2006-09-04T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:57:40.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Beta What? Pui!</title><content type='html'>Ayo! I really regret switching to beta leh..now they don't even allow me to comment in non-beta blogs! Non stop giving me headache la this beta..worse part is cannot go back to normal blogger wor! Sui mo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, when using Internet Explorer to view my blog my side menu bar totally jatuh dalam longkang liddat..(the side menu falls down below the posting page)..but when using Mozilla Firefox, no problem. But then hor, most of you guys using Internet Explorer ma..so otoke? (how??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooooooooo to blogger for inventing this beta..lured me in with those extra easy to use features...pui pui pui! Bluekkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6964254907080557406?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6964254907080557406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6964254907080557406&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6964254907080557406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6964254907080557406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/beta-what-pui.html' title='Beta What? Pui!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-6534369364228115601</id><published>2006-09-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:29:18.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Play Mates</title><content type='html'>Stopover at &lt;a href="http://scribblesformyangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom of Two Angel's&lt;/a&gt; place to deliver my laundry detergent..and here's a pix of the girls..Ellisa is 2 months younger but Kylie is smaller in size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/gal&amp;elisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/gal%26elisa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was there, Ellisa's mommy was not around and I noticed the maid sweeping the floor. She just swept the dirt out into the porch lor..wahliau..liddat no point sweeping right cos the wind can blow the dust back in the house o-gain rite??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6534369364228115601?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6534369364228115601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6534369364228115601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6534369364228115601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6534369364228115601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/play-mates.html' title='Play Mates'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-2367919020328866616</id><published>2006-09-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:32:17.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Section 17 Open Market</title><content type='html'>We send Kieran for his music group lessons on Saturday mornings and we have 2 hours to kill before we pick him up. So today we went to Section 17 to have breakfast and did some shopping there. Apparently the chicken is the cheapest there, especially the kampung (free-range) chickens. They have like one really long row of stalls after stalls just selling chickens! My mom purposely went all the way there to get the kampung chickens to cook for my confinement the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went round and round and couldn't find a car park and was forced to park on the road shoulder near the houses. Then as I was approaching the market, I saw this, haiya..no wonder not enough parking la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there were a few car parks occupied by motorbikes pulak! Why so inconsiderate one..irrrritating..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2367919020328866616?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2367919020328866616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2367919020328866616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2367919020328866616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2367919020328866616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/section-17-open-market.html' title='Section 17 Open Market'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-7064277711929944221</id><published>2006-09-02T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:17:24.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Massage anyone?</title><content type='html'>My mom gets the maid to massage her all the time and the kids have learned to massage from there. My son has been using this new-found skill to make Ah Po very happy and even Ah Po's friends. But he's very smart and selective, he doesn't massage all of Ah Po's friends, just one cos that particular aunty po-po rewards him with goodies like chocolates! Below is a scene I managed to capture of Kieran getting his cousin Stephanie to massage him! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJ7b0X_xjFo" width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-7064277711929944221?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/7064277711929944221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=7064277711929944221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7064277711929944221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/7064277711929944221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/massage-anyone.html' title='Massage anyone?'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-6710501313118388448</id><published>2006-09-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:29:03.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Toys Galore</title><content type='html'>Posting inspired by &lt;a href="http://immomsdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-are-everywhere.html"&gt;IMMomsDaughter&lt;/a&gt;! I was like woh! Mega envious how she managed to keep the toys so neat leh. Mom keeps nagging at me, "Stop buying the kids any more toys la..chi sin..." I bought so many toyogo boxes and all sorts to keep the toys and even attempted to sort them according to category recently, like cars in one box, soft toys in another n so on n so forth..but still it looks like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/400/DSCN2496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually there are more behind this picture but cannot get all in one..nevermind la..this picture I think enough to hak sei lei! (scare you). Actually this setting very difficult for kids to reach to the toys but no space la..can't like line them around the room right? Ayo any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-6710501313118388448?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/6710501313118388448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=6710501313118388448&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6710501313118388448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/6710501313118388448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/toys-galore.html' title='Toys Galore'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-4709613505843642312</id><published>2006-09-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:03:45.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Kid's Imagination</title><content type='html'>I was busy on the computer and Kieran was as usual loittering around (he has some of his toys/equipment in the office) playing on his own. Well I think this is better than him upstairs cos if he's down here there is no chance of bashing mei mei up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned around and saw this. He was as usual talking to himself and I can't really hear what he was mumbling about. I asked him lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Darling..what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - Playing la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I know..playing what? (I bought the easel for him to draw draw/write write wat but he wasn't lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - (grinned at me..) hehheh..BUS! I'm fixing the bus (notice the ruler, one of the tools he's using to fix the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ?? huh?? bus?? what bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - this is a bus (hand gesturing at the drawing easel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - bus?? (really puzzled) where's the driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran - (pointed to himself proudly) ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ?!?!?!?! (clueless..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-4709613505843642312?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/4709613505843642312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=4709613505843642312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4709613505843642312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/4709613505843642312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/kids-imagination.html' title='Kid&apos;s Imagination'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-2225895076092503636</id><published>2006-09-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:56:36.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Neverending Shopping Spree 3!!</title><content type='html'>Doomded! Just received my major long credit card statement still not sked one...still went shopping! And worse still yesterday I was cleaning up my shoes, sorting them and labled the boxes so I don't have to search through to get the pair I want to wear..I tried counting and lost count even though I threw out like a million pairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Part of my collection (latest pair on top) wuahahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/DSCN2501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I found a few pairs that I actually forgotten I had them! There was this pair that was nicely inside the plastic wrappers inside the box and horrors of horrors...one of the shoe turned yellow while the other looks ok! Arrggghhhhhhhhh!!! Darn! Now how to wear them? Summore never wore before...shiaks! Then there was this pair of loafers..hmmm when did I buy them? Looks very new still but really can't recall leh... So I decided to wear them today..BUT bad choice cos it caused this to my heel..&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/blister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/blister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the blister on my heel..and I was walking for like 500 m only...errr..from the car to my customer's shop! Actually, I made appointment to go shopping with this customer of mine, I took her once to Zara shopping and she got addicted! This is the 4th or 5th time we went there in one month! Yes the sale is still ON! But since I got that blister..no choice got to buy shoe 1st! Just simply buy one cincai (simple) shoe and thank God only cost me RM29.98 after 70% off! kakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Zara..oh by the way, I got my hubby to wait for me as I didn't drive so he was actually timing how long I spent inside Zara. I think I bought the most from this particular Zara sale..really chia latt..like kena jampi liddat! (got possessed to buy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2500.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/DSCN2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/200/DSCN2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix Left - Part one of my loot...very happy cos the black pants was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM249.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I got it for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM59.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix Right - Pants for Kylie from Zara kids...so cute leh...scarf belt wor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-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/31254430-2225895076092503636?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/08/laundryamah-my-neverending-shopping.html' title='Neverending Shopping Spree 3!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2225895076092503636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2225895076092503636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2225895076092503636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2225895076092503636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/09/neverending-shopping-spree-3.html' title='Neverending Shopping Spree 3!!'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</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-31254430.post-2689904428257933222</id><published>2006-08-31T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:01:18.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>We had visitors today</title><content type='html'>Since it's a holiday and I don't feel like going out to spend any more $$ so do what? Blog &amp; surf the net la! Then &lt;a href="http://blogs.jambav.com/flowsnow/"&gt;Flowsnow&lt;/a&gt; came online and we chatted. I invited her and family over for lunch. Ah..since long time no see also..it's always great to catch up with friends. I noticed that Whitehorse was very well behaved the whole time he was here! I say, Flowsnow, you really did a good job..keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Flowsnow brought her terrer canggih camera to take photos of my lil princess! Hmm..dunno why her camera always focused on my princess leh...does this mean she's desperate to have a daughter herself?? hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took about 50 photos of her but it just took too long for her to transfer over so she sent one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/1600/Kyliesuck..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1950/3815/320/Kyliesuck..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31254430-2689904428257933222?l=laundryamah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/feeds/2689904428257933222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31254430&amp;postID=2689904428257933222&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2689904428257933222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31254430/posts/default/2689904428257933222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laundryamah.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-had-visitors-today.html' title='We had visitors today'/><author><name>laundryamah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761221990462649530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
