<?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-3172473210003543457</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:09:06.997-08:00</updated><category term='community'/><category term='People'/><category term='Good Sharing'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Local cakes'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Hello Friends'/><title type='text'>Come read what the funky monkey wrote!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Special invitation to special people like YOUUUUUUU. Muaaahhhhh and more muaaaahhhhssssssss</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7258110391069031791</id><published>2011-05-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:17:28.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclining Buddha Temple at Burma Lane, Pulau Tikus, Penang</title><content type='html'>This morning we went to The Reclining Buddha Temple for my mom's second death anniversary prayer. My parents were staunch Buddhist so I have to carry out the rites due to filial piety. My husband went to invite the monks for the recitation. After that I gave them an ang pow each. They walked out without knowing that I was behind one of them. To my surprised he opened it and he didn't look happy about the content of RM5. He looked at me in a very unhappy manner. Then the man mending the temple with a cap who followed them quickly told me that I was supposed to put RM20 for each monk. I 'paid' the difference of RM30. I was wondering what had happened to Buddha's teaching? Are they not supposed to demand a certain amount. From what I know was that they should not even accept the ang pow if they are true in their Dhamma. Anyway, I paid as demanded but it is kamma that will follow them. This will be the last time I will engage the greedy monks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7258110391069031791?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7258110391069031791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7258110391069031791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7258110391069031791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7258110391069031791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2011/05/monks-at-reclining-buddha-temple-at.html' title='Reclining Buddha Temple at Burma Lane, Pulau Tikus, Penang'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5244618555026249760</id><published>2011-05-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:57:08.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali versus Batu Ferringhi</title><content type='html'>For these few months, my family and I have been staying at my Bayu Emas Apartment which is situated at the end of Batu Ferringhi. The beach is a stone's throw away so my husband and I walked to the beach nearly every evening. We had enjoyed swimming in the sea until recently. Recently was like since January. We were disappointed as it was a sea of muddy water. None of the tourists dared to go into the water. What a big shame it was as most of the tourists, whom I happened to mingle with, swear that this will be the last time they will come here but instead they will divert to beautiful Bali. I believe they will as I myself highly recommend Bali especially Kuta, Nusa Dua and Blue Point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stretch of beach at Kuta is never left to rot like Bat Ferringhi. It is well kept. Early in the morning we took a walk to the beach and it was only 6.30am but I saw uniformed sweepers cleaning the beach. Mind you not one but many. They were busy sweeping and scooping up the rubbish into plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Batu Ferringhi, what we see now are a stretch of black rotted dead leaves, plastic bottles, plastic bags, cans....and amazingly no one scoops them up. They were left to the waves to do the job. Talking about saving the environment, I wonder what the MPPP is doing? I see them until 7pm or even until 7.30pm everyday but they are only there to monitor the beach boys. Why can't they see the filth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl of the Orient????? Mud of the Orient to be precise. Aren't we suppose to help promote tourism here? Instead the tourist, foreign and local, are driven away. One tourist lamented that he came here NOT to be coop up in the hotel but wanted to enjoyed the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks the Penang government for letting the contractors to dump the mud excavated at the new link at Monkey Beach. Why can't a site where no tourist goes be picked? Penang is getting sick and dying.....cough, cough, cough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5244618555026249760?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5244618555026249760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5244618555026249760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5244618555026249760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5244618555026249760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2011/05/bali-versus-batu-ferringhi.html' title='Bali versus Batu Ferringhi'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6968457296839294587</id><published>2010-04-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:04:59.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Cleanup Batu Ferringhi, 2010</title><content type='html'>The Star publication ,a couple of weeks back, advertised for Penangites to participate in clean ups of three of our beaches. They are Gurney Drive, Tanjung Bungah and Batu Ferringhi. Three of us decided to register for the one at Batu Ferringhi as we are residing there. Registration was a big hassle but I did not give up. Finally a Mr Tan gave us reply via his mobile phone. Today I text him as I still have not got any reply from the Batu Ferringhi side. I was told that there are too many participants. I was wondering why they can't tell us earlier that they cannot accomodate too many people so that we can plan for other activities????? We are very disappointed. How inefficient the committee for the Bt. Ferringhi clean up is. No more such participation for us in future. Instead Mr Tan texted back to apologized. Basically this Mr Tan is the only one with full responsibility. He even texted back to apologized. WHAT ARE THOSE SUPPOSED TO MEND THE BATU FERRINGHI BEACH CLEAN UP DOING???? SLEEPING?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking forward to offer our help in installing a clean beach. Once bitten twice shy....I don't think we ever want to participate in anymore such projects. I have to do so much running around just to register.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6968457296839294587?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6968457296839294587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6968457296839294587' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6968457296839294587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6968457296839294587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2010/04/beach-cleanup-batu-ferringhi-2010.html' title='Beach Cleanup Batu Ferringhi, 2010'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2402397111946309645</id><published>2010-02-21T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:55:35.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Palace, Phnom Penh, Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_ZJQDrdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E8EKyGx-UcE/s1600-h/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_ZJQDrdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E8EKyGx-UcE/s320/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910632285351378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_Yz8VyCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/v1d-FoFkQro/s1600-h/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_Yz8VyCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/v1d-FoFkQro/s320/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910626565507106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_YaWt7OI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LV1NyxbYAMg/s1600-h/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_YaWt7OI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LV1NyxbYAMg/s320/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440910619696819426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Royal Palace where the present king resides. Of course this is the area where we were allowed to browse. Where he stayed is off limit. It is a beautiful palace and very vast. This is only a tiny part of palace ground. This building is where the coronation takes place. In there we can see jewelleries being exhibited that were worn by earlier queens. They were authentic. Sorry photos were not allowed in the building itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2402397111946309645?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2402397111946309645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2402397111946309645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2402397111946309645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2402397111946309645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2010/02/royal-palace-phnom-penh-cambodia.html' title='The Royal Palace, Phnom Penh, Cambodia'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S4H_ZJQDrdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E8EKyGx-UcE/s72-c/Cambodia+13.1.10+-+18.1.10+(Raw+Small+fine)+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7632327332688641725</id><published>2010-01-23T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:49:49.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cambodian cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vfZdPb6QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/u_-ltWgR9Mo/s1600-h/P1014383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vfZdPb6QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/u_-ltWgR9Mo/s320/P1014383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430179404164360450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vfYztLpNI/AAAAAAAAAes/L7EURX28Hks/s1600-h/P1014379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vfYztLpNI/AAAAAAAAAes/L7EURX28Hks/s320/P1014379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430179393014834386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amok Fish. It comes in two version. The grilled or curried. This version it grilled Amok Fish. Amok Fish is one of the many delicious cuisine in Cambodia. It tasted like our Otak-otak but it has its unique ingredients added. I just can't get enough of it. YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7632327332688641725?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7632327332688641725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7632327332688641725' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7632327332688641725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7632327332688641725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2010/01/cambodian-cuisine.html' title='Cambodian cuisine'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vfZdPb6QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/u_-ltWgR9Mo/s72-c/P1014383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1013143649137948493</id><published>2010-01-23T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:44:21.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Siang and me at the National Museum, Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vcsocZJDI/AAAAAAAAAek/V9Hw4BYi_DA/s1600-h/P1014511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vcsocZJDI/AAAAAAAAAek/V9Hw4BYi_DA/s320/P1014511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430176435054126130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This museum is full of statues from the ruins. Photos are not allowed and so we cannot snap any. Behind us is a statue of a Garuda. We were allowed to take this one as it was at the enterance. In the museum, I found a few ladies collecting donation to upkeep the place by handling us a stick of jasmine to be place at one of the Buddha statues. The amount donated was up to individuals. At first, I was thinking that it was rather weird for people to pray to statues placed in museums. After Rith explained to us, I felt at ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1013143649137948493?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1013143649137948493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1013143649137948493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1013143649137948493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1013143649137948493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2010/01/siang-and-me-at-national-museum.html' title='Siang and me at the National Museum, Cambodia'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/S1vcsocZJDI/AAAAAAAAAek/V9Hw4BYi_DA/s72-c/P1014511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8982517808393545520</id><published>2010-01-23T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:34:35.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Finally 13.1.2010 arrived after waiting for months. Siang and I left for Cambodia. We were supposed to accompany our maid, Phan Yen, back to her home land but she made a big fuss in wanting to leave sooner after our parents passed away. We were well prepared for the trip after many feedbacks from friends. Siang was told to look out for beggars as we stepped out of the airport building. To our amazement, we did not see any. Our guide, Rith, told us that their government forbidded beggars greeting tourist at such points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend said to get ready to dig my nose every night before bedtime. She said Phnom Penh is very dusty. Before seeing the city, I regreted forgetting to bring some masks. Anyway, the masks would have taken up some precious space in by luggage as I did not see that much dust in the air. I did dug my nose as instructed but it wasn't dirty. The only place that was dusty was on the way to angkor Wat. But no problem for us as we travelled in a limousine. Of course it would be adisable to wear masks if you take the tut tut which is the national taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another told me to be prepared to experience some skin ailments due to the yellowish water from the tap. Oh, well, no yellowish water flowing from the taps and definitely I did not have any skin ailments. My skin came back as good as I left. Ahem, I did become a little darker....Ahhhhh, any Caucasian would be jealous of what I got. Anyway, the water there is very clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8982517808393545520?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8982517808393545520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8982517808393545520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8982517808393545520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8982517808393545520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2010/01/cambodia.html' title='Cambodia'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8737818397826451219</id><published>2009-12-19T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:55:08.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sy26oQowczI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4teglS3vyWY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sy26oQowczI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4teglS3vyWY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417191127620023090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie at Batu Ferringhi beach. This is his first fishing trip. He had to get his brother to help him with the hooks. He was very eager in his new hobby. He got his second rod at a hardware shop at Batu ferringhi. It was expensive according to his brother. So bro took him so a shop at Irving Road where he got fishing gears at very cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today he went and caught his very first fish. In fact he caught two small ones. He was happy with his catch. But we threw them back where they belong as we were not in favour to kill them for food. Hahahaha, we would need more if we were to have them for dinner. Anyway, the fishes may be very happy about our decision not to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been going to the beach very often. Sometimes there were more catch but sometimes NOTHING. But we had fun. I would jumped into the water while Frankie waited for his bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8737818397826451219?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8737818397826451219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8737818397826451219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8737818397826451219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8737818397826451219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sy26oQowczI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4teglS3vyWY/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-564646706930786630</id><published>2009-08-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:51:29.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bayu Emas, Batu Ferringhi, Penang</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made an appointment to see two different units of apartment at Bayu Emas, Batu Ferringhi, Penang. My son, Dani, and his friends are now working for Hard Rock Hotel and they needed accommodation due to their second shift which started at 6pm until 2.30am. I am not comfortable with this shift at he will be driving home at such wee hours. It spooks me as he recently got involved in an accident on one rainy day at Tanjung Bungah opposite the Tsunami flats. So Frankie and I encouraged him to share a unit with his friends nearby the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night he came home telling us about the rental which was RM1000 for a two roomed unit but the price has since increased to RM1100 according to the broker. I happened to ask Dani if there was any for sales. He said there were two and I asked him to call the broker, Nellie, for an appointment to see the units. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the day. We were shown the three roomed unit but we did not quite like the atmosphere there. It needed repainting and the ceiling was leaking as it was on the top most floor. Moreover the layout wasn't what I fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ushered to the next block which consisted of two bedrooms. The moment I walked into the unit I was overwhelmed. You may say that I fell in love with the place at first sight. It was awesome. The paint is as good as new. It comes with furniture, fridge, 3 units of air conditioners, water heaters, hob and stove. I only need to repaint the grill at the kitchen as it was rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was neat and clean. We were happy with the condition. The bathrooms are spacious. Out of excitement I forgot to take photos of the bathrooms. There are things left behind like vacuum cleaner, comforters, pots and pans, crockery and stand fans which I do not know if the seller will come back to collect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to confirm buying this unit. Hopefully the seller has not changed his mind about selling. Rental now fetches RM1100 for a two roomed unit but I am giving my son and his gang a special rate out of compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-564646706930786630?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/564646706930786630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=564646706930786630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/564646706930786630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/564646706930786630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/08/bayu-emas-batu-ferringhi-penang.html' title='Bayu Emas, Batu Ferringhi, Penang'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2479190066732794952</id><published>2009-05-08T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:10:02.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Garden, Penang 4.5.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7g9PG3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/XgXN2hxJwEo/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7g9PG3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/XgXN2hxJwEo/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333442757242329970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7vPYRkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UakPFi5Q0NI/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7vPYRkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UakPFi5Q0NI/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333442761076524610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7HssI3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ylfMxbtUC7I/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7HssI3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ylfMxbtUC7I/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333442750462042994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQv50tQHzI/AAAAAAAAAds/YEC1xQly2Do/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQv50tQHzI/AAAAAAAAAds/YEC1xQly2Do/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440529161002802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chasing butterflies and this small yellow butterfly was what I caught with my camera. Mind you...it wasn't an easy 'catch'. There were other species flying around as if they were dancing or teasing me. I managed to take a few shots of the yellow butterflies as they were easier to spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2479190066732794952?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2479190066732794952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2479190066732794952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2479190066732794952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2479190066732794952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/05/botanical-garden-penang-4509.html' title='Botanical Garden, Penang 4.5.09'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQx7g9PG3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/XgXN2hxJwEo/s72-c/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1189298299939650404</id><published>2009-05-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:09:13.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQuoUhR3yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZZpjZQlsoy8/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQuoUhR3yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZZpjZQlsoy8/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439128951447330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQuoMh9lII/AAAAAAAAAdc/SjISTgLkNlU/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQuoMh9lII/AAAAAAAAAdc/SjISTgLkNlU/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439126806828162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQun4wNuhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/msPoYthdXI4/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQun4wNuhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/msPoYthdXI4/s320/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439121497897490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I decided to take a walk to the Botanical Garden on the 4th of May, 2009. We decided to atke some pictures of an Indian temple before reaching the garden. It is a beautiful temple opposite the Chettiar Temple. It was just refurbished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were shooting around, I heard rumbling noises. I turned towards the noise only to discover that the monkeys were running on the roof on the other side of the temple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1189298299939650404?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1189298299939650404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1189298299939650404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1189298299939650404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1189298299939650404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brother-and-i-decided-to-take-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgQuoUhR3yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZZpjZQlsoy8/s72-c/Botanical+Garden+4.5.09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5586042870708097105</id><published>2009-05-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:44:45.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Dana 3.5.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLh8bGH-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/dW9a3ncfcRI/s1600-h/House+Dana+3.5.09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLh8bGH-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/dW9a3ncfcRI/s320/House+Dana+3.5.09+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333330167752695778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLh02xK3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A7iYtZZQT08/s1600-h/House+Dana+3.5.09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLh02xK3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A7iYtZZQT08/s320/House+Dana+3.5.09+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333330165721279346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLhq43WVI/AAAAAAAAAck/v1eErzlM-nA/s1600-h/House+Dana+3.5.09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLhq43WVI/AAAAAAAAAck/v1eErzlM-nA/s320/House+Dana+3.5.09+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333330163045718354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLhSsglGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/otVUgyl6vlg/s1600-h/House+Dana+3.5.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLhSsglGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/otVUgyl6vlg/s320/House+Dana+3.5.09+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333330156551443554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my brother came back to visit my parents, I decided to have house dana. It just came to my mind that it would be good for my parents. But I was not sure how to go about it. My dad had once invited monks over to his house back in Perlis after he was struck with stroke back in the 70s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have a friends who gave me valuable advice. They are Charles Ong whom I met online at PGHK and Sunny Khoo who is Charles' friend and I had Sunny in my Facebook. So I contacted both of them. I then proceeded to Heng Ghee's place to discuss with him and his wife since he is my dad's Godson. Poay Eng gave me some tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to choose the monks at the Burmese Temple at Burmah Lane as it is nearer to my home. Frankie drove me to the temple on that very day. I was not sure where to make the appointment. Frankie led me to the hall and there he asked a couple of ladies minding a stall. They told us to see the lady in the temple at the counter. She asked us to see the monk who was sitted at the end of the hall. I went to him and after paying respect to him, I told him my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know that it was so easy to invite monks home for house dana. Bhante was so pleasant and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came with much excitement. My cousins each brought food that they cooked. So we have plenty on that day. Bhante arrived and all of us lined up to pay respect to him. Then we were all sitted on the floor. Bhante explained to us about doing dana and he explained every parittas that he chanted. He did not want us to follow blindly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad may not be able to think well now but he did tell me that he was very very happy for the dana. Well, I hope to hold more house dana in future as my parents are not able to go to the temple to offer dana now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good too to transfer merits to the devas, petas and to our dead relatives who may have reborn as hungry ghosts. And also to practice metta. I felt a lot of metta being radiated. As my parents are staunch Buddhist, I will fulfill their aim for them as long as I am alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5586042870708097105?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5586042870708097105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5586042870708097105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5586042870708097105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5586042870708097105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-dana-3509.html' title='House Dana 3.5.09'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SgPLh8bGH-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/dW9a3ncfcRI/s72-c/House+Dana+3.5.09+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2475465489962302005</id><published>2009-04-08T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:23:54.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a boat ride from Monkey Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_nxntXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eIFhUDjL3gM/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_nxntXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eIFhUDjL3gM/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217913584170354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_ejEfcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kckh4ify470/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_ejEfcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kckh4ify470/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217911107222978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_DvS0kI/AAAAAAAAAcE/CIamp6GyaJc/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_DvS0kI/AAAAAAAAAcE/CIamp6GyaJc/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217903910736450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ--iBIDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j8fvUMz1vkg/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ--iBIDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j8fvUMz1vkg/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322217902512873522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Emmelia and I got a boat ride back to the other side. Pak Atan, the boatman, was seated behind Emmelia. As you can well see, both of us were having a good time. We enjoyed the ride not doubt we were scrutinized for being softies. Oh well, as long as we were happy SO WHAT!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2475465489962302005?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2475465489962302005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2475465489962302005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2475465489962302005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2475465489962302005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-boat-ride-from-monkey-beach.html' title='Taking a boat ride from Monkey Beach'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxQ_nxntXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eIFhUDjL3gM/s72-c/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6902330983219237811</id><published>2009-04-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:09:30.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trail to Monkey Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxNApWJjmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yLgcJfKXKfQ/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxNApWJjmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yLgcJfKXKfQ/s320/Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213533139177058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxNAIe43HI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1U79A7BDxFA/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxNAIe43HI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1U79A7BDxFA/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213524317461618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxM_yuzRBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GRhTU0EaGQQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxM_yuzRBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GRhTU0EaGQQ/s320/Copy+of+Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213518478623762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxM_tHEm4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5_wvL70zMhQ/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxM_tHEm4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5_wvL70zMhQ/s320/Copy+(2)+of+Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213516969810818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos which I manage to take though I was out of energy. Shame that I was not in the mood to take one of those which we need to jumped down and climbed up on boulders. It was tough on me as I was carrying a heavy load (water, food, DSLR camera, lenses, batteries and flash. Every time I jumped, I felt like falling to the direction where my load swung to. For your information, I fell twice scraping my knees. I rather not have my camera and lenses knocked against any though rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6902330983219237811?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6902330983219237811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6902330983219237811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6902330983219237811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6902330983219237811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/trail-to-monkey-beach.html' title='The trail to Monkey Beach'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxNApWJjmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yLgcJfKXKfQ/s72-c/Monkey+Beach+-+Frankie+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2185024641695957643</id><published>2009-04-07T23:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:00:45.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2pUZMOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/f8KQxj_VCqc/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2pUZMOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/f8KQxj_VCqc/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211162309865698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2Y_XyjI/AAAAAAAAAas/I8SZBIALf9Y/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2Y_XyjI/AAAAAAAAAas/I8SZBIALf9Y/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211157926726194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2UXt7VI/AAAAAAAAAak/wQw25HMA8kU/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2UXt7VI/AAAAAAAAAak/wQw25HMA8kU/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211156686662994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2HKKziI/AAAAAAAAAac/6Ml78-tQBR8/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2HKKziI/AAAAAAAAAac/6Ml78-tQBR8/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211153140174370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone of you tell me what this black creature is? It was caught by Wong at Monkey Beach. It is not slimy. Soft to the touch, moves and shapes itself. And it was not a blood sucker though it looked like a giant leech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was captivated by it and was playing with it for a while. Alas, I asked what Wong was going to do with it. He said he was taking it home to cook it. Though I begged him to let it back into the water, I was talking to a deaf ear. He murdered it and found it uneatable as it turned very hard after boiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing...It was killed. It would be good if the authority set a law that whatever is caught has to be put back where it belonged?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2185024641695957643?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2185024641695957643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2185024641695957643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2185024641695957643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2185024641695957643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-creature.html' title='Black Creature'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxK2pUZMOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/f8KQxj_VCqc/s72-c/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-802508516780207739</id><published>2009-04-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:45:12.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Beach, Teluk Bahang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8VfaUhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wwgXMLZwmvE/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8VfaUhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wwgXMLZwmvE/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322204662996816402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8OB4iqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bpHu6s7RtsY/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8OB4iqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bpHu6s7RtsY/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322204660993919650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8J21MUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dgiLehjp3dc/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8J21MUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dgiLehjp3dc/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322204659873820994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE71IOXBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/egZrq8SJ7TQ/s1600-h/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE71IOXBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/egZrq8SJ7TQ/s320/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322204654309628946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at Monkey Beach after the Pantai Keracut hike. The trail is rough compared to the one to Pantai Keracut. The beach is not as clean too. I saw a bungalow or two which were dilapidated. The bathroom and toilet situated behind one of the bungalows are in bad condition but usable. I hiked there but was too frighten to face the rough path upon coming back. So my daughter and I took a ride back for a mere RM10. We shared the ride with a few other youngsters. If not for the sharing, we have to fork out RM50 for a one way ride back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of 'siput' (small clams) and our friend, Wong, managed to scope them with a self made device. These were plenty but they were small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of families who camped here. The proprietor charges RM10 for a tent per night. He was a very pleasant guy. I took his boat back to the other side. He told a group that they can always call him on his mobile if there is an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Pak Atan tel. 012 4731299 If you ever need his service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in I still prefer Pantai Keracut even if there were jelly fish there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-802508516780207739?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/802508516780207739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=802508516780207739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/802508516780207739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/802508516780207739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/monkey-beach-tlek-bahang.html' title='Monkey Beach, Teluk Bahang'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdxE8VfaUhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wwgXMLZwmvE/s72-c/Monkey+Beach+15.2.09+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4748493375211718332</id><published>2009-04-07T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:39:29.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbies at PGHK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1u8QSF0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/w7IgNIP_2Vo/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1u8QSF0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/w7IgNIP_2Vo/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187940209760066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1uuU5RVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DtKBSw4iyiI/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1uuU5RVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DtKBSw4iyiI/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187936471008594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1ubwsNoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/KKT4HWisXug/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1ubwsNoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/KKT4HWisXug/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187931487319682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1uEXA9bI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DN9qWFJgeWc/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1uEXA9bI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DN9qWFJgeWc/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187925205611954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three young beautiful girls are PGHK newbies. They just joined a few months back. I did not ask their names or ID. LOL....They were a little shy but admitted that they can be chatterboxes when on Sembang. Oh, well, I reasoned with them that's just because they are hidden. Even Jepun Lau Ee, our famous chatter, was very shy when we met last year. Her sister, Kacang, quipped that she needed a microphone to get her chatty. As for Joe aka Tox, he is his usual self. Unfortunately, Motoleng was not able to join Aloysius' celebration. He just got married and said that it was an omen to attend other celebrations. He is another chatterbox and joker. As for me, well, I was busy 'clicking' away and had no time to be chatty. My camera was doing all the talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4748493375211718332?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4748493375211718332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4748493375211718332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4748493375211718332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4748493375211718332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/newbies-at-pghk.html' title='Newbies at PGHK'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/Sdw1u8QSF0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/w7IgNIP_2Vo/s72-c/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2515891514395851957</id><published>2009-04-07T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:10:55.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloysius' !st Birthday Celebration, April, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIyEeDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o-YqFRdJ6xE/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIyEeDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o-YqFRdJ6xE/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181787082689810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIpoWjkI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZQdzYGsT1DA/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIpoWjkI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZQdzYGsT1DA/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181784817274434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIiDVfmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cNNgBXUKmvA/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIiDVfmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cNNgBXUKmvA/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181782782967394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIc_oacI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RXt6__DBA8g/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIc_oacI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RXt6__DBA8g/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181781425252802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIMEaMVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8TMsTmP_MTQ/s1600-h/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIMEaMVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8TMsTmP_MTQ/s320/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181776881889618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently (5th April, 2009) Joe celebrated Aloysius' 1st birthday by throwing the cheeky toddler a buffet dinner. I have not met this little boy for months and WHAT A CHANGE!!!! He is very active and he can give you the cheekiest of smiles when he feels that you deserve it. Jasmine has gone down on her weight drastically and she did not even have to spend much on slimming. We all had great fun eating. The food was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this little cheeky toddler, Aloysius Lim, was twisting from left to right. Poor Jasmine had to held him tightly. He would not let anyone carry him except the mother. Aloysius is not a shy boy. You can touch him anytime but he will never allow you to carry him. That is really good as no one will be able to kidnap him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when Joe drove Jasmine and Aloysius to my place to get the cd burned with his pictures, he was calling out to the guards. Unfortunately they were too busy and did not hear his calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a sweet, active, cheeky boy. And I am sure anyone of you will be smitten by him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2515891514395851957?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2515891514395851957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2515891514395851957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2515891514395851957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2515891514395851957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/04/aloysius-st-birthday-celebration-april.html' title='Aloysius&apos; !st Birthday Celebration, April, 2009'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SdwwIyEeDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o-YqFRdJ6xE/s72-c/Aloysius%27+B%27day+5.4.09+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5361234504854438945</id><published>2009-02-14T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:17:00.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantai Keracut 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ6EJ_8eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uwaJLbXLGIA/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ6EJ_8eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uwaJLbXLGIA/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655307242009058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5uI4d3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/bxJPenj4Grk/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5uI4d3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/bxJPenj4Grk/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655301331744626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5VUsbuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NKMSzFElFnY/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5VUsbuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NKMSzFElFnY/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655294670401250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ59FeOVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V7d7YATzShg/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ59FeOVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V7d7YATzShg/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655305343973714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5K6LMHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/da1iJUrmn8Q/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ5K6LMHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/da1iJUrmn8Q/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655291874816114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the long walk and climb. A good exercise too. On the way we met many friendly hikers. We were greeting each other. If not mistaken, true hikers do that. Sometimes someone would just stop to have a chat with me. Perhaps I look friendly????? Oh well, I am friendly anyway. Half way through, I decided to whistle some Australian songs. I am sure that 'Waltzing Matilda' is very familiar to you. Then the Australian national anthem came to my mind...and I was whistling to the tune too. Ermmm, minus the attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the forest, I can hear an orchestra played by birds and crickets. It was so beautifully played. When you go trekking, do not forget to savour the sound of natural music. Open up your ears and listen....Then open your eyes to look out for nature's world. My husband was walking so fast and I felt sorry for he doesn't know how to appreciate such prettiness. I was taking pictures of tree trunks with ants crawling, bark of trees, leaves on the path....I hate to miss all these art of nature. Well, who knows one day I may find myself hiking alone into the forest so to be able to enjoy the serenity of the forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5361234504854438945?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5361234504854438945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5361234504854438945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5361234504854438945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5361234504854438945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantai-keracut-3.html' title='Pantai Keracut 3'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbQ6EJ_8eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uwaJLbXLGIA/s72-c/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5055690305766288327</id><published>2009-02-14T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:59:22.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantai Keracut 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbN2vzCJBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nDQPRr7K0TM/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbN2vzCJBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nDQPRr7K0TM/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302651951702483986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbN2bG4QKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RY8sHbJNnXo/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbN2bG4QKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RY8sHbJNnXo/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302651946148577442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the angry face???? Hehehe well, after the huffing and puffing everything was calmed down. These were just the beginning of the journey. But it was worth all the sweating. It is adventurous. I got to take pictures of the trees, mushrooms and even a high flying eagle. I just love the beauty of the beach and it was crowded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5055690305766288327?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5055690305766288327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5055690305766288327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5055690305766288327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5055690305766288327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantai-keracut-2.html' title='Pantai Keracut 2'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbN2vzCJBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nDQPRr7K0TM/s72-c/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4642885940381147699</id><published>2009-02-14T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:45:12.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantai Keracut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbHkAaD_BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DdUPWckLLtY/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbHkAaD_BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DdUPWckLLtY/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645032673868818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbHj72H6PI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OuthmwLB9gE/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbHj72H6PI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OuthmwLB9gE/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645031449389298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several unsuccessful attempts to hike to Pantai Keracut, we finally decided to go there on the 9th of February by hook or by crook. I was very as usual very eager about the trekking. The day before I was worried about my over excited tummy. For your information when I get too excited I want to go to the loo to shit. Lol that is rather very straight forward. But really I have been having this bad habit since my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be precised I did have some kind of queasy feeling on that early morning. It got worst when my husband kept delaying. We nearly had a quarrel as I hate wasting time. He can be very slow, taking his own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we were on our way with my queasiness. Just as we turn the corner into Lengkok Erskine, he blurted out that he had forgotten his cap. Geez, that really made me flare up as it was already 8am. And he had planned to stop for breakfast and buy something for lunch. I was irritated and told him to forget the cap as we would be too late and my bowels may not last at all. He got a little angry (male menopause) and said that it was still early. Oh boy oh boy, what a good start for the day!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4642885940381147699?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4642885940381147699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4642885940381147699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4642885940381147699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4642885940381147699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantai-keracut.html' title='Pantai Keracut'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbHkAaD_BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DdUPWckLLtY/s72-c/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6478422350321919910</id><published>2009-02-14T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:21:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keen Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbAXbiItuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/thdD7ROYskQ/s1600-h/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SZbAXbiItuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/thdD7ROYskQ/s320/Pantai+Keracut+9.2.09+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302637120035796706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one pair of sandals which I found very comfortable. I had been hunting for a good pair of multipurpose shoes or sandals for years. And had not been able to find one that I had dreamt of. Then one fine day as I was browsing through 'The Star' newspaper, I came across this article which was introducing these two brands of footwear. They were 'Saloman' and 'Keen'. The price of them made my eyes popped out as never in my live have I ever thought of investing in such a high price for footwears. It ranges from RM370 and above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the website and was perturbed to know the details and the different designs. Then I found that they were sold at World of Sports in Gurney Plaza. I spotted the sandals but seeing the unbelievable price put me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the Chinese New Year, I went to visit my aunt. She is from Seattle, USA. And she was all excited about her new pair of sports shoes. I was curious and started to asked questions. And the kind of brand. When she mentioned 'Saloman', I jumped up like an excited puppy. She showed me her shoes proudly and was telling me all the good things about it. Then I put my feet into them. Though her size was too big for me, I went 'oh' and 'ahhhh' as it was so comfortable. The cushioning was so soft and it is very light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, I went to Gurney Plaza and I walked into World of Sports but unfortunately they did not have 'Saloman' my size. I have tiny feet. Actually kids' size. Sadly I walked out. But after going one round at the shopping complex, I decided to walk back in again as I did truly want to get myself a good pair of shoes. The sales personal smile at me as I was too persistant. I looked round and sported 'Keen'. Remembering that I did went to its website too, I knew it was another good expensive brand. But it was on sales (30% off). I tried on the sandals - ladies' size 5. It fitted. I felt like hugging the sale personal. Immediately I bought the pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, I went to get another pair of a different design as I want to make sure that I have an extra since my size is an 'outstanding' one. The second pair is blue in colour. It is very light and airy. And it is waterproof as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second week I went hiking to Pantai Keracut. I swear that my feet never felt so comfortable walking for hours. I dare say that it is worth the money paid. Finally I have a pair of good walking, climbing, running and jumping sandals...no wonder it is call a hybrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6478422350321919910?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6478422350321919910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6478422350321919910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6478422350321919910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6478422350321919910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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2009'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4871233902226727224</id><published>2008-12-14T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:01:24.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRUBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxbROMQTjKg&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxbROMQTjKg&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrubs.html' title='SCRUBS'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-310014871811733220</id><published>2008-11-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:04:16.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Smart Ass....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SRPvEa3nGbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PcRFPXMYz2g/s1600-h/rose.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SRPvEa3nGbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PcRFPXMYz2g/s320/rose.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265815248537328050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who has me in their MSN list will see this phrase, "When you gain a friend, first test her, and be not ready to trust her". Two of my dear friends there did sense that I sounded rather furious. They were concerned and one of them asked me to read Sarach 6. This is where got my phrase. In the beginning my words were harsher. It went like this,"Don't lie to me...I have found that out and am just playing along". In actual case, I felt hurt being deceived by a friend whom I had trusted. Father Andrew Kooi asked me to read Sarach 6 in the Bible and he told me never to trust anyone until they have proven themselves. I appreciated the advice and counseling Fr. Andrew gave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stated in Sarach 6;14 A loyal friend is like a safe shelter; find one, and you have found a treasure. True...so very true. I am still waiting for this friend to appear. I need true friendship. A friend who is not treacherous. The irony is that such a person after tons of lie can still go on lying thinking that we are fools. I had discovered so much deceit but I am playing along to see how long this will go on. She may think that I am easily fooled by her BUT who is the JOKER here now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petty lies after petty lies...when is this going to stop. One fine day, I may just blow up and say, "STOP". Hahaha, that would give her a shock of her bloody life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I would be really proud if I know Chinese. But some idiots thought it would bring down their dignity if they were to admit that they are Chinese educated. They would tell me, "I am English educated...can't read or understand Chinese well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have heard them conversed in Chinese and my conclusion is that to my chagrin and amazement...Their Chinese is superb and is even much, much, much better than their English grammar. They don't even know when to use 's' or 'es' for their verbs.  A primary kid would know how to use these if they are English educated. Why should a person be ashamed of one's education? Knowing Chinese is very good. I in fact regretted not learning the language during my younger days. See when one lied the truth will poke it's head out of the curtain one fine sunny day..... Honestly, I was perturbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason one lied was due to 'face'. Yes, Asians tend to take good care of their 'face'. So it was so not nice to let your friend knows that you were the one who had contacted so and so on certain chatrooms online. HEYYYYYYY, what is so wrong about being the first to contact. That is how friends are made...someone has to make the first move. So was that such a BIG deal??? As for me, I do contact others as well as vice versa. What is important is the trustworthy of friendship. Perhaps I am thick skinned unlike some other Asians. I go for the truth and lying sometimes made me very nervous as we never know when we are going to make a slip of the tongue. When we lie, we tend to forget what we say. Hence people will somehow catch us lying when we say some different thing later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liars never make good friends. We never know the real them and how or when they will cheat us again with their words. Sometimes, we can't even find good honest friends nearby but instead true friendships were found overseas. Believe me, I had been had and I found solace not here but far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-310014871811733220?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/310014871811733220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=310014871811733220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/310014871811733220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/310014871811733220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-smart-ass.html' title='Some Smart Ass....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SRPvEa3nGbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PcRFPXMYz2g/s72-c/rose.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4092409975597561359</id><published>2008-11-02T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:43:57.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad experience at a Buddhist Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SQ1nmFg86BI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nyfLhSzktJE/s1600-h/Reclining+Buddha+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SQ1nmFg86BI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nyfLhSzktJE/s320/Reclining+Buddha+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263977443479054354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fine Friday morning (31st Oct. 2008), Frankie drove me to the Reclining Buddha Temple at Burma Lane, Pulau Tikus after our marketing at Chowrasta Market. It was supposed to be a bright day for me but the next scene spoiled my mood for the day. You may be wondering what is a Catholic doing in a Buddhist Temple...Well for you information, I was there on behalf of my dad who wanted so much to offer a Kathina robe as to the Buddhist this is an auspicious thing to do. He wanted to do this so that my deceased grandparents will receive merits if so happens that they are born in the wrong realm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Roman Catholic and having little knowledge of what I should be doing, I approached a thin, dark lady who was in thick make-up. Her big eyes with eye-liner drawn made her look starry and scary as she was not smiling. Mind you, it took much courage to approach such a person not knowing what comes next. Hahaha. Wished I had secretly taken a photo of her. But you can always see her at the counter if you go to this temple. Taking a big inhale, I walked to her asking about how to purchase the robe and details of what I should do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perturbed at the way she answered me. She gestured me to read what was written on the notice which was pasted below a platform where the robes were placed. Again I should heve taken a shot of the notice. I turned my head down and read it. Stated was, "KATHINA ROBES FOR OFFERING ON 2ND NOV. 2008". But I need more than that. I needed to know:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How to purchase it since she was not even at the counter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What should I do with it when I had it in my hands? Open it? Take it home? Or put it somewhere where I fancied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Should I be there to offer it to the monks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Time of the ceremony...yes, what about the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being unreasonable by asking? Anyway, she just went about her business before even settling my doubts. What unfriendliness !!!! Silly me was tagging along with her as I was eager to finish my duty of the day for my dad. I repeated the questions but she may have thought that I am retarded as she looked towards me like an annoyed mother. COME ON... what is this??? I was just seeking simple assistance. Moreover the robes are not FOC. It cost RM100 a piece. Can you imagine that she turned away from me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of me began to boil..In Buddhism, being able to sense that one is fuming means I am having mindfulness....Yaaaahooooo and whoopeee for what a Catholic can do. I kept my cool of course. I turned to my head to the back and saw that the other lady was finally free from her phone call. So I walked towards the counter with irritation and agitation. She gave me a smile. That smile calmed me down. As I was telling myself that if I get the same treatment again, I would definitely walked out and would probably go over to the Burmese Buddhist Temple opposite for the occasion. Taking a good breath, I sarcastically went,"Excuse me, I need assistance as I am a non-Buddhist. I am acting on behalf of my father to purchase a robe for the Kathina," looking straight at the lady with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was most gracious and I was tended to promptly with my questions. The thin lady walked back to the counter defending herself that she had directed me to read the notice. I turned round and told her that the information I need was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to delay my time as Frankie walked in, I went over to the other side of the counter to pay for the robe. Then only was I told that I should go pray to Lord Buddha. Humbly I kneeled in respect of the Great Teacher. Offer the robe and left it on the platform as instructed to be collected later on. I am a humble Catholic and I respected all the famous teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubled me was that in my opinion, those who are put in the front office should be more friendly and helpful. It may be in temples, churches, hospitals, institutions,etc. As long as one is put in-charge of the main counter, they should be ready to answer questions with a warm smile. Pleasantness and friendliness represents the place you are helping and working for. Next year I am running to the Burmese Temple opposite for this Kathina celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4092409975597561359?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4092409975597561359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4092409975597561359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4092409975597561359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4092409975597561359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-experience-at-buddhist-temple.html' title='A bad experience at a Buddhist Temple'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SQ1nmFg86BI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nyfLhSzktJE/s72-c/Reclining+Buddha+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8857774936394249145</id><published>2008-10-14T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:19:22.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Dad's 81st Birthday, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SPSHk_LizsI/AAAAAAAAARM/X2TrfmrkFKg/s1600-h/Pic+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SPSHk_LizsI/AAAAAAAAARM/X2TrfmrkFKg/s320/Pic+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256975734553104066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SPSHlAHKBHI/AAAAAAAAARU/-mSf_40twDk/s1600-h/Pic+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SPSHlAHKBHI/AAAAAAAAARU/-mSf_40twDk/s320/Pic+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256975734803137650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad celebrated his 55th birthday 26 years ago and he has never celebrated another birthday for this long. I decided to give him a surprise birthday party on the 12th of October, 2008 although his actual birthday falls on the 15th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited some close relatives and old friends of my parents'. He was very surprised and excited over the event. And not to leave out confused. Hahaha... My brother and his wife had to manage him from home while I did the running around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I asked if he enjoyed his party....I noticed that his mouth was quivering and he was teary. I presumed that he was very touched by the celebration. I am sure that he was glad to have met his cousins whom he has been asking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to organize another such celebration again in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8857774936394249145?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8857774936394249145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8857774936394249145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8857774936394249145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8857774936394249145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/10/dads-81st-birthday-2008.html' title='Dad&apos;s 81st Birthday, 2008'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SPSHk_LizsI/AAAAAAAAARM/X2TrfmrkFKg/s72-c/Pic+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8101391396151786135</id><published>2008-10-07T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:53:32.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Local cakes'/><title type='text'>Muar Chi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOs9XM-v82I/AAAAAAAAARE/tFq4NRdIVS4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOs9XM-v82I/AAAAAAAAARE/tFq4NRdIVS4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254360859088515938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMYYYYYYY I loved this local cakes when I was small. And I still do up to today. The peanut filling is the main attraction. It is coated with flour. Thus before devouring it I usually tap the flour off. Another version of it is fired with sesame seeds coating. But I preferred this version. It is not oily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8101391396151786135?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8101391396151786135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8101391396151786135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8101391396151786135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8101391396151786135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/10/muar-chi.html' title='Muar Chi'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOs9XM-v82I/AAAAAAAAARE/tFq4NRdIVS4/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6744216800867737228</id><published>2008-10-07T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:17:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKII....how I find the product.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOskJUBOfUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gQ4QKU4Yz3w/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOskJUBOfUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gQ4QKU4Yz3w/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254333132669091138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOskJtvk59I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bmR_cl7DHFY/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOskJtvk59I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bmR_cl7DHFY/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254333139574384594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been using many brands of skin care and always changing them. The reason is just very simple....They did not give me the result promised. As anyone knows, ladies are very vain. Hahaha!!! Who would not want to look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final search came when I asked a cousin of mine if a certain product was good. She told me that that brand is famous for it cosmetics but she had not known about the skin care products. She then recommended me SKII. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I was a little skeptical at first. Anyhow, I would just give it a try. So off I went to the SKII counter at Parkson Gurney with Frankie. The consultant there was very helpful and friendly. She did not press me to buy all the products. But only those which I needed. As I still had my cleanser and toner of the other brand, she told me to finish those. She told me that the Treatment Essence is a must. And she sold me a medium sized bottle. Then I was recommended the serum which I find very good as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that first purchased, I got to join SKII as a silver club member. Now I am upgraded to Gold card membership. WOW....besides that, she always gives me samples. The pictures above are of the samples she gave me. Those are just the few. I have more in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she gave me a very nice SKII mirror which I had been eying on. Recently she surprised me with a nice towel. Let's get away from the freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitera is the main ingredient of the brand. And I dare tell you that this is the first time I am truly satisfied with a skin care product. Later I added more items like the two-way cake and loose powder. NO REGRETS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pigmentation but according to a friend, my face is now better. I can see that myself. It is more radiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth the money I spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6744216800867737228?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6744216800867737228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6744216800867737228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6744216800867737228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6744216800867737228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/10/skiihow-i-find-product.html' title='SKII....how I find the product.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SOskJUBOfUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gQ4QKU4Yz3w/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5712646378590204126</id><published>2008-09-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:07:48.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Aunties, uncles???? Be careful with your designations...</title><content type='html'>Malaysians can be blinded when it comes to designation. Through experiences which I dare say can be embarrassing to the person the designation is shot towards. Example, I was called 'auntie' by people who are very much older, little older, a little younger or of same age. Shouldn't we just asked, " Excuse me, may I know your name please?" And from there just acknowledge the person using her/his name or surname. That simple. If you do not know her/him just acknowledge her as "Madam" or him as "Sir" or "Mr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be wonderful for sales personnels not to call future customers as "aunties" or "uncles" for you are never related. I noticed that we never call foreigners as "aunties" and "uncles"....Why, may I ask? Well, shouldn't we practice doing this to locals? I taught my son to acknowledge the hotel guests where he is working as "Sir", "Madam" or if he knows them, by their surnames. I assure you many would appreciate that. The graph of your sales may even shoot upwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had her youngest boy during her late 40s. While we were browsing around a supermarket one fine day, a sales person approached her. She was holding on to her 5 year old son's hand. To my amusement, this guy went, "Auntie, how about buying this educational toy for your grandson?" with a smooth smile on his face. The smile went off when he got a rude reply. It was "Look I am not his grandmother. I am his mother. Do I look that old? I did want to look at your products but because of your acknowledgment, I decided not to purchase any item from you. Please do be careful next time". She walked of unhappily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a man who is near 70 but still very active. Someone called him "uncle" and he just turned round and told that person, "Don't call me "uncle" as I am NOT your uncle. Call me "Sir" or "Mr". He looked very displeasured from his facial expression and the tone of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to many it is a normal thing. But believe me, I am sure most people preferred not to be called "aunties" and "uncles" unless related. Some Chinese would follow their kids calling neighbours as such. Not very amusing though. We should be addressing each other by name since we are neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not call people such unless they call me the same. There was one day at the market, this lady who is a fishmonger called me 'auntie". "Sweet", I said in my head. My next step was to call her the same back. One point for me as I can see from her face that she wasn't very glad. Hahaha anyway, she looks older so I was just being 'polite' like her. My way of getting back.....sarcastically well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5712646378590204126?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5712646378590204126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5712646378590204126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5712646378590204126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5712646378590204126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/aunties-uncles-be-careful-with-your.html' title='Aunties, uncles???? Be careful with your designations...'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3880614521173778419</id><published>2008-09-21T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:00:46.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><title type='text'>Rukun Tetangga Gathering on 20/9/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZTb0DwR3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/OK_njqdoscU/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZTb0DwR3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/OK_njqdoscU/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248474153042855794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOSUlZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6IvzHqQImI4/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOSUlZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6IvzHqQImI4/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248468492417105746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOSjpwXvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y6M_hZacnVs/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOSjpwXvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y6M_hZacnVs/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248468496461881074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOS-BW9GI/AAAAAAAAAQE/llRU7lTq2Hc/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZOS-BW9GI/AAAAAAAAAQE/llRU7lTq2Hc/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248468503540200546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I was asked to help by shooting photographs by the committee members of the Rukun Tetangga for our Mount Erskine area. Recently a gathering was organized because a group from Kuala Lumpur made a goodwill excursion here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buffet dinner was catered for this occasion. Everyone had a good time not only with the food but getting to meet new friends from afar. The members were very cooperative. Many good singers were discovered during the karaoke session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-3880614521173778419?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3880614521173778419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3880614521173778419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3880614521173778419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3880614521173778419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/rukun-tetangga-gathering-on-20908.html' title='Rukun Tetangga Gathering on 20/9/08'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNZTb0DwR3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/OK_njqdoscU/s72-c/Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4880291167439713972</id><published>2008-09-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:13:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Enzymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVva-MoII/AAAAAAAAAPU/bAeh7eK5YyE/s1600-h/Garbage+enzymes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVva-MoII/AAAAAAAAAPU/bAeh7eK5YyE/s320/Garbage+enzymes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248335951440945282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVvqfDUwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-38dViH_rHc/s1600-h/Garbage+engymes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVvqfDUwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-38dViH_rHc/s320/Garbage+engymes+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248335955605279490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVwDqxgQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ewYl4Y8YJZY/s1600-h/Garbage+engymes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVwDqxgQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ewYl4Y8YJZY/s320/Garbage+engymes+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248335962365329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVwbKZ6FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lsbclhWpy0I/s1600-h/Garbage+enzymes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVwbKZ6FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lsbclhWpy0I/s320/Garbage+enzymes+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248335968672016466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago a friend introduced me to garbage enzyme. But as I did not have the proper method of doing it, I put it off until I read it in The Star publication. Later on, my brother talked about it and he got me the method of making garbage enzymes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I tried it out in a small plastic container with screw-top cover. Note the container with the yellow cover. I have to stir it every day. After about two months, discovering that I was successful in this enzyme making, I decided to go for larger container. So see the red plastic container which I bought for this purpose. I added kamquat skins and some vegetables for my first experiment. Then for the red container, I added quite a few things like pomelo skins, papaya skins, lemon grass and kamquat skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This garbage enzymes will only be ready in 3 months period. The readied enzymes can be used for many purposes. To wipe your oily kitchen, to neutralized harmful chemicals in your shampoos and body shampoos, rub on your pimples, wash your vegetables to get rid of insecticides, just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that at the Fettes Park market, a fruit seller is selling a small bottle of 500ml for RM3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I am thinking of making eatable enzymes but have to go find the recipes from book available in health shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4880291167439713972?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4880291167439713972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4880291167439713972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4880291167439713972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4880291167439713972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/garbage-enzymes.html' title='Garbage Enzymes'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNXVva-MoII/AAAAAAAAAPU/bAeh7eK5YyE/s72-c/Garbage+enzymes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4008006187707009017</id><published>2008-09-19T05:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:51:49.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Python caught at New World Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWiVSeEgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Vg2d4MpFR-k/s1600-h/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWiVSeEgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Vg2d4MpFR-k/s320/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984982367801858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWigsjZlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bbZB8Blwys4/s1600-h/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWigsjZlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bbZB8Blwys4/s320/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984985429993042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWi89VKNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7ayPAVVAw3o/s1600-h/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWi89VKNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7ayPAVVAw3o/s320/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984993016555730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWjEyMpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5nZthtBFO0g/s1600-h/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+safely+put+into+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWjEyMpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5nZthtBFO0g/s320/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08+safely+put+into+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984995117344514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 18th September, 2008, as my friend, Doris, and I were walking towards the side entrance of New World Park, we saw a large crowd gathered there. For a moment we thought that there was some kind of emergency like someone had a heart attack or someone may have fainted. Upon walking closer being curious, we saw the fire brigade. A large crowd surrounded in circle. I pushed myself into the crowd to have a glimpse of the happening. As I tucked my head in between a man and a fireman, I saw this python being held in custody by another fireman opposite. Awesome sight.. as I started to fish out my mobile phone camera. I began to snap as many photos as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bystanders looked curious, awed and were whispering among themselves. Curious to know how this python got here. Questions were hurled at one of the fireman. We were told that this python belonged to a pet shop nearby. Gosh, how could it have escaped? Was the owner careless to have left the latch unlocked? Or was the cage sabotaged by some mischievousness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor reptile could have been dead trying to escape. Many things could have happened like a car running over it. Perhaps it may have died of hunger hiding in some polluted drains...or someone may have killed it unknowingly out of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am glad that it was taken care of by the firemen. Pythons are endangered species. Kudos to the firemen who were so calmed and reacted very fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4008006187707009017?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4008006187707009017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4008006187707009017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4008006187707009017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4008006187707009017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/python-caught-at-new-world-park.html' title='Python caught at New World Park'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNSWiVSeEgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Vg2d4MpFR-k/s72-c/escaped+python+from+a+pet+shop+18.9.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3186972910476465400</id><published>2008-09-19T05:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:47:08.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics???</title><content type='html'>Lately we were entertained by political issues. Some of them were like comedies to me. Well, episode after episode just like the Taiwanese dramas. When will the story end....and everyday something like a continuance with the last episode would arise. I would end the day with, "Let us see what is for tomorrow". Nothing can be predicted. Decisions just cropped up. And dreams shattered yet still persistent to dream on and on and on. Unrest were stirred up some unscrupulous scandalmongers. Texts were sent via mobile phones and emails. Some can be very funny, some false rumours and some too sensitive. We have to be very careful of what we are resending out. Usually I would delete those which I judged as too sensitive to be continued. Let there be peace instead of disharmony in our country. We do not need to hate each other for reasons of some irresponsible doings and words. The citizens hold the right to unity and for them to decide what they want...to live in peace or to go for disharmony and fight. I would rather that we live in peaceful harmony whereby we can carry on as proud Malaysians - not as Chinese, Malay, Indian, Eurasian or others. Let us not degrade each other but instead respect each other irrespective of race and religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-3186972910476465400?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3186972910476465400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3186972910476465400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3186972910476465400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3186972910476465400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics.html' title='Politics???'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-389173273441041159</id><published>2008-09-19T05:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:27:13.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>What a big shock!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Melamine was found in baby formulas and some dairy products like yogurt, regular milk and ice cream. 22 producers in China were found guilty of tainting this dangerous chemical into the products. It had so far killed 4 babies and 6,244 were sickened which 158 were diagnosed with acute kidney failure. The irony was that it took them so long to recall those in the market. 69 batches of formula made by well known manufactures were found contaminated. Normally this industrial chemical is used in nonfood product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly skeptical about produces from China. The canned goods may contain stuffs which we might not be using as food. I was sent a few shocking emails on how chickens were processed. Made my tummy churned to be precised and I am glad that I am more on vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am against China products but they should be of international standard. They should not abused the quality of the products. Why must they add melamine to falsify protein? Knowingly that melamine can never replace protein at all. We do not need chemical for making plastic in us. Or are they trying to make us into plastics???? How can they cheat on their own countrymen? I dare say that they are trying to make more money by giving low quality goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Health Ministry there doing? Don't they go into factories to make random checks on them? Human lives are at stake. We have heard so much about poor quality products from there BUT please do not take lives to make a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-389173273441041159?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/389173273441041159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=389173273441041159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/389173273441041159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/389173273441041159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-big-shock.html' title='What a big shock!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5930894864935934840</id><published>2008-09-19T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:12:53.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNOcNknqw5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/d-nzgSEjxkg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNOcNknqw5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/d-nzgSEjxkg/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709747799049106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNOcN1gcxaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jQZ0aUMI-VM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNOcN1gcxaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jQZ0aUMI-VM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709752332174754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the Taoist celebrated the Hungry Ghost month which falls on 7th Chinese moon every year. During this month the Taoist would pray to the dead. It was believed that during such month King of Hades would open the doors of Hell to let out all the ghosts. Some superstitious people will not go out during the night. Parents would disallow their children to go to the sea fearing that they may be captured by these so called hungry ghosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is considered an inauspicious month and weddings are not encouraged. Fears were instilled into the minds of the Taoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to Theravada Buddhism, the explaination is about filial piety. The story started from a disciple of Guatama Buddha named Mongalana. He had dreamt that his mother was suffering in hell. And he went into hell to help his mother get out of the misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this month the Buddhist would do dana (charity) in memory for the wondering souls. Prayers are offered and some will offer monks' requisites. The Mahayanas will be chanting for the lost souls for a number of days as stipulated by the different temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese operas will be employed by committees managing this celebration. This is a dying trade. But recently they are making a come back. They were replaced by singing. The irony is that the singers of such entertainment were dress scantily to attract more audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the Chinese opera is more suited. When I was a small girl, together my cousins and I would carry benches and we would place them at the best spot whereby we could get a good view. There were times we would cheekily sneaked back staged to have a peek at how the performers did their make-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These operas if one can understand the story is very interesting. The story are based on ancient history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these performers come from Thailand. The costs of these are on daily basis. If not mistaken it is like MYR2000 per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes are the main attraction. They are made of sequins and having seen them before, I can tell you that it is an easy task to tailor them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the young do not appreciate such operas. When I went to take shots, I noticed that the crowd was not like those good old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5930894864935934840?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5930894864935934840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5930894864935934840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5930894864935934840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5930894864935934840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/chinese-opera.html' title='Chinese Opera'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SNOcNknqw5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/d-nzgSEjxkg/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7266481439293503199</id><published>2008-09-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:52:59.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice, Annie and Witchy Bitchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4eCnNh-iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/P0DZF7yaWv0/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4eCnNh-iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/P0DZF7yaWv0/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246163646167513634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us had been friends for over 10 years when we were residing together at Wayton, Paya Terubong. We used to do dana at Mi Tor Si, Jalan Pokok Ceri, Air Itam. We were once Bhante Suvanno's followers. Bhante was introduced to us by another devotee, Leong, who is now a monk down in Johore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seperated after Annie and her family shifted to Relau and there after to Sungai Petani. Alice shifted to another block of flats nearby Wayton. Later after that my family and I shifted to Mt. Eskine. We missed each other very much but it was impossible for Annie to drop by to see us. Time was the factor. But I am luckier than Alice for I did manage to meet up a few times with Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's husband just pasted away a month ago during an open heart surgery at Penang Adventist Hospital. It was very sudden and took us by surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we met up again yesterday when Annie was on her way to collect rental from her tenant. It was an exciting moment for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7266481439293503199?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7266481439293503199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7266481439293503199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7266481439293503199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7266481439293503199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/alice-annie-and-witchy-bitchy.html' title='Alice, Annie and Witchy Bitchy'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4eCnNh-iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/P0DZF7yaWv0/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3709134252480778341</id><published>2008-09-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:14:26.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach at Batu Ferringhi, Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4T_HTBH1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQZvL6zD7D0/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4T_HTBH1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQZvL6zD7D0/s320/Picture+186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246152590944706386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Boy oh boy...do I miss the beach. I love the smell of sea spray.Quickly I rushed down to the beach. Stopped to take a long breath...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. I love the smell of saltiness. Took off my sandals and off I ran. Rushing against the wind which swept my hair all over my face. I dug my feet into the soft sand...OHHHHHHH it feels soooo good as the waves beat onto the sandy beach. I bent down to catch the incoming waves as it splashed against my feet. The wind never stopped sweeping on my face as if it was giving me a good welcome kiss. The sound of waves coming slowly rolling to the shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-3709134252480778341?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3709134252480778341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3709134252480778341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3709134252480778341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3709134252480778341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/beach-at-batu-ferringhi-penang.html' title='The Beach at Batu Ferringhi, Penang'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4T_HTBH1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQZvL6zD7D0/s72-c/Picture+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5525633975190479889</id><published>2008-09-15T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:58:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITCHY BITCHY NANCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4R3tR8MAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qEpknvC87uM/s1600-h/Copy+(5)+of+Tammy+and+me+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4R3tR8MAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qEpknvC87uM/s320/Copy+(5)+of+Tammy+and+me+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246150264678526978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing witchy bitchy Nancy.....That's me.... LOL. Beautiful??????? I repeat again, BEAUTIFUL enough to hang it in your toilet? AS if I am that popular. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5525633975190479889?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5525633975190479889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5525633975190479889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5525633975190479889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5525633975190479889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/witchy-bitchy-nancy.html' title='WITCHY BITCHY NANCY'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4R3tR8MAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qEpknvC87uM/s72-c/Copy+(5)+of+Tammy+and+me+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1184379124345923036</id><published>2008-09-15T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:35:04.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy  Blondie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4PdiQFGdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/S8mFXFbWHRU/s1600-h/Copy+(3)+of+Copy+of+Tammy+and+me+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4PdiQFGdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/S8mFXFbWHRU/s320/Copy+(3)+of+Copy+of+Tammy+and+me+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246147616018078162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Tammy. Hey I really did a good job on her photo. Ohhh come on give me some credits........If any of you need your photos to be edited.....DO IT YOURSELF!!!!!!! Boy, I really love this. Fun to be a bitchy witch sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1184379124345923036?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1184379124345923036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1184379124345923036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1184379124345923036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1184379124345923036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/tammy-blondie.html' title='Tammy  Blondie'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4PdiQFGdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/S8mFXFbWHRU/s72-c/Copy+(3)+of+Copy+of+Tammy+and+me+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5771874150980586986</id><published>2008-09-15T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:17:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Nx3c_PRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TIKhu_A3now/s1600-h/Frankie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Nx3c_PRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TIKhu_A3now/s320/Frankie1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246145766283492626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, meet MY HUBBY, Frankie. Did you all hear a song titled "Frankie"? This is an edited photo of him. Am now crazy about all this photo thingy but at times I had good laughs over what I did. Hmmmm, I do need to laugh at times at other people's expenses...Ya, am a witch riding on a vacuum cleaner. Rather very hi tech of witchy bitchy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5771874150980586986?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5771874150980586986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5771874150980586986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5771874150980586986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5771874150980586986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/frankie.html' title='Frankie'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Nx3c_PRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TIKhu_A3now/s72-c/Frankie1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4805958006937177915</id><published>2008-09-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:31:13.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Colin, a good online friend whom I met recently at Skype.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Kago4kCI/AAAAAAAAANs/e1gZWb6SIug/s1600-h/Copy+(3)+of+RIMG0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Kago4kCI/AAAAAAAAANs/e1gZWb6SIug/s320/Copy+(3)+of+RIMG0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246142066487496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just praying hard that Colin has a good record or I would definitely get him into deep shit.... Anyway, meet Colin. I found him at Skype when I was taking some sweet vengeance on behalf of a friend. For your information, I added as many Colins as I could during my hunt. But fortunately that Colin whom I wanted to pick on was never there as later I found out that Jeff was the actual person. Guest I would have kicked the wrong person on his arse then. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am again glad that Colin added me to his list of friends. And we had been joking and bickering with each other ever since the beginning of our friendship. We call each other "Mate". The Australians call you mate if you are their friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now he calls me 'Rover'. Soooooo I am now his pet doggie. But don't anyone of you dare to call me that. Woof Woof Woof.....I bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm, his original photo isn't like this. I edited it and this is it..........lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4805958006937177915?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4805958006937177915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4805958006937177915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4805958006937177915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4805958006937177915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-colin-good-online-friend-whom-i.html' title='That&apos;s Colin, a good online friend whom I met recently at Skype.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4Kago4kCI/AAAAAAAAANs/e1gZWb6SIug/s72-c/Copy+(3)+of+RIMG0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4566044986274507066</id><published>2008-09-14T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:46:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extract from The Star dated 15th September,2008</title><content type='html'>While I was at my 'sanctuary' manning my business, I was at the same time holding Star Two. Well, I am very sure that most of us do what I am doing...killing time while sitting there or should I say no idling away and making full use of our precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attracted to this article and I gather that it would be good to extract it and put it here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALWAYS ON HIS/HER MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrolled raging can pose a destructive force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as sexual addiction? Or could it be a convenient excuse for philandering husbands, Lotharios and porn purveyors to justify their behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to clinical psychologist Datuk Dr. Mat Saat Mohd Baki, the nomenclature "addiction" is not accepted by their profession based on its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. He prefers to use the term sexual hyperactivity or hypersexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University Sains Malaysia psychologist and criminologist Gheshina Aya Mat Saat points outthat some people consider those with sexual problems as having criminal inclinations. They may engage in activities such as frequenting sex workers or massage parlours, going to strip clubs obsessively, indulging in Internet and telephone sex, and having serial affairs. They may be in short-term marriages with different partners, and feel driven to have sex many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both viewpoints use sexual addiction as terminology and they refer to loss of sexual self-control, rather than as a moralistic stance against such behaviour. What is more important is that these behaviours result in harm to the people with such "addictions", their partners, or all parties," notes Geshina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harm could be in the form of physical and/or mental pain, financial or productivity loss, lapses in concentration, less time for family, work and relationships, and lost opportunity in other meaningful activities, says Dr Mat Saat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says there is still a lot of speculation on what hypersexuality is, and if it is a psychological condition or physiological one, or a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of the problem is still unknown, says Geshina, adding that questions remain about how people become addicted to drugs. Both she and Dr Mat Saat rattle off a list of "symptoms" of hypersexual behaviour. Alarm bells should ring if you or someone you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Can't make it through the day without fantasising about, planning and engaging   in risky sexual encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Use the Internet to get sexually stimulated at work or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Have a secret collection of porn material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Have more sexual partners than he/she can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Finds sexual experiences frequently disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Can't banish certain sexual thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Lost a job or relationship due to sexual activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Feel under intense pressure and completely controlled by sexual desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Suffer serious losses - normally money or time better spent on something else - because of sexual behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Use sex to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lie to people he/she cares about regarding his/her sexual activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may agree that some of the items on the list are not indicative of abnormal sexual behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of problems in which the brain is obsessed with one activity - whether it is sex, drugs or alchohol. - tend to occur together," points out Dr. Mat Saat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems that accompany sexual hyperactivity include depression, anxiety, mood disorder, narcissistic personality disorder and manic-depression. Some individuals suffer from two or more conditions simultaneously, but traits of addiction are often confused with those of these disoders, says Dr Mat Saat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While psychologists and psychiatrists contend that hypersexuality is not gender-specific, Geshina says in Malaysia there have been no studies on the subject. The only related study here involved sexual offenders in prisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to treatment of the condition, Dr Mat Saat says behavourial therapy with a trained and qualified therapist is required. It can be done individually or as a group (current method being used in Malaysian prisons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, treatment includes joining a group much like Alchoholics Anonymous. that includes getting a sponsor, doing a 12-step programme and abstaining from sex. The "no sex" rule is normally for a period of six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Generally speaking, the object of treatment is to have the "addict" back to accepted behaviour that is not harmful to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you suspect you have a problem, seek professional diagnosis," says Geshina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of this article is S.S YOGA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4566044986274507066?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4566044986274507066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4566044986274507066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4566044986274507066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4566044986274507066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/extract-from-star-dated-15th.html' title='An Extract from The Star dated 15th September,2008'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-192107855255489167</id><published>2008-09-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:55:24.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Friendship</title><content type='html'>Friends are very important in our life. Without friends our life would be flat and tasteless. We should all try to value all our friends. They are heaven sent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some younger friends whom I have adopted as my brothers and one even became my Godson. It may sound strange but it is fun having such close knitted friendship. It is like an extended family. My Godson, Anthony Heng, actually calls me 'Mama'. Craig, a Nigerian, whom I met at Netlog is now a brother to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Craig...we had not chatted for a long time as he was busy with work. Today I managed to catch him online. We chatted and he said 'I love you' but quickly wrote asking me not to misunderstand him as his love is that of a brother. Hehehe and my response was, 'Don't worry as I know that'. He has been away from his country for quite awhile. He is very caring too. He is always scared that I may be cheated by others and told me recently that he would kill anyone who hurt me. What a good compliment...Am glad that I met you. I told Craig to come visit me this December as he had never been to Penang yet and not to miss this opportunity. As once he is posted back to his homeland, it will not be possible for us to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Teoh, my childhood friend, is always ringing me up from Perlis. We met when we were 13. That is a long time I can hear you say. Yup, I do miss her and it is always good to hear her vibrant voice on the phone. We used to go places together. I do missed the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, Boon Hean, is a friend as well. The wonderful uncle whom I adored and teased. Yes, I teased my very own uncle. He used to play tricks on me when I was staying with him and his family. And I guess it is my turn now for revenge...Sweet revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and Daniel Leow, my Godbrother's parents. Ohhh, I do love them. They are the sweetest human beings on earth. If u had met them, I assure you that you would wish they are your parents as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, my young Croatian friend, whom I called My Malecka (small one) is ever so sweet. She is full of energy and we teased each other by texting. We would just shout, 'COFFEE?'. Lol but if she did not answer that means she has not enough credits in her account. Cute......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-192107855255489167?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/192107855255489167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=192107855255489167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/192107855255489167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/192107855255489167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-on-friendship.html' title='More on Friendship'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6512750540057925179</id><published>2008-09-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:11:39.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>Hi there dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to poke my pretty face out again. I know it had been a real loooooooonnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg time since I blogged. My excuse this time is not shear laziness but truthfully speaking I did not have a clue of what I am going to write about. My mind was just a big blank or should I say I was blackout. Hahahaha a chatty person like me to be labeled as 'blackout' is rather hilarious I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to write about true friendships. I did write about online friendship earlier on. Well, go pages back to find it. Don't ask me for assistance as I am not sure about where it was. Moreover this is one good way of getting my new friends to read my other topics. Tricky me????? LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get back into line, I have many friends around me...online and here in Penang, Perlis, Kuala Lumpur, Singapore and Seremban. Online friends goes as far as Switzerland,Netherlands, Australia, India, Croatia, South Africa and Canada. I enjoyed making friends of various races and nationality. My friends included both genders. I don't just choose males but females as well. I know that most males would prefer to have only female contacts and vice versa. But I am different....anyone can be my friend even gays. I do not look down on people because of their colours. They can be black, blue, green, red , orange, white, yellow or brown to name a few of the colours. So you can see that I am colour blind and am not a racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value all my friends and I love them all. My love is unconditional. No, I am not into relationship kind of thing. Just mutual..I hate stress. And I dare tell you that there are times friends can get on my nerves. Some thought that they may get away with lies. True friendship is a matter of trust, not stabbing her/him from behind and still think that she/he is stupid enough not to be able to find out. There are times things just revealed itself without even the other party taking the effort to dig out. I can tell you that this hurts a lot when truth sneaks out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I go online chatting with friends to kill time and also with hopeful hopes that I will find some whom I can call true friends and make them my friends in life......Hoping to meet up one day. Doesn't mean that when one goes online, it is all about sex. Makes us freaky, right? Doesn't mean that if I on my webcam, I have to show my nakedness. No, I am not a pervert nor am I a nymphomaniac. When I meet my friends whom I found online, it doesn't mean that we are having sexual relationships. And I did meet up with a few whom I enjoyed talking to and having meals with. This platonic kind of friendship will last longer than just sexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am open-minded of course but I believe that sexual motivated kind of friendship will not last long. What is on the other person's mind in reality? We never know as it is always praises that we heard. For all we know that other mind may be full of criticism and mind u the mind can be sarcastic too. The irony is we will never find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next come controlling...I have some friends who loves to control. For example, when traveling..she had to be the one to tell us where to stay, where to eat, where to go, what to buy and what to eat. Wow, this is very pushy. You know I rather that we discuss and make decision collectively. I have a friend who planned to come here soon. Being a foreigner, he asked me to plan his vacation for him. Alright, plan..that is good. But I have to consider his likes and dislikes. I can't just pull him along and say, "Hey, you stay here" without even knowing if he fancies such a place. Or "Hey, you got to try this curry" and not knowing that he is allergic to it. Friendship is about consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again friendship is not selfish.....This is a good one. I love sharing all my friends without fear of my friends being snatched off by another. Never have I labeled them as MY or MINE. After all they don't belong to me nor would I like to be tied down by them. We have to have freedom to mingle around without tying up our friendship. But definitely I would say MY HUSBAND as we are tied down in matrimony. If those of you who had been chatting online with me, you will notice that I never like to sound possessive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurent, a French friend who is working in Switzerland, and I will be celebrating our 1 year of online friendship in October. Gosh, I am saying this in pride. He had been very consoling during my downs. And believe it or not we don't lie to each other. He hates lies and so do I. Times I may be a bit of a teaser. Yes, I joke a lot and that spiced things out. I am always teasing him. We are frequently chatting. Not an on off thing. So that is why I am proud that we are friends up until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy is my shopping companion. We met a few months ago. Staying just behind where I am staying makes us close. We talk at the back door. And we go online everyday to chat making others think we are very far apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin whom I just got to know is fun to chat with. He is full of vitality and he made me laugh a lot. Now I am his dog (bitch would be proper). He called me Rover. Guess he did not realize that I am a female. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Vis is another precious online friend who had captured my friendship. He would let me see him on cam even though I do not have a webcam. That is trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Lim, Eddie Wong, William, Constance, Kimmy, JLE, Kenrick, Richard, Jenny, Lisa, Mike, motoleng, etc etc to name a few...We started out as group chatters. Now we good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarize true friendship....truthful, sharing, no pressure, freedom all the time, trust and no back biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6512750540057925179?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6512750540057925179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6512750540057925179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6512750540057925179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6512750540057925179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-friendship.html' title='True Friendship'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3397328582683329922</id><published>2008-07-27T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:50:42.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are an animal lover...u till definitely love this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much an animal lover you are. But if you take the trouble to watch this clip, I am sure you are going to love animals whcih we think is untamable. This clip brings tears to my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-3397328582683329922?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3397328582683329922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3397328582683329922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3397328582683329922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3397328582683329922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-are-animal-loveru-till.html' title='If you are an animal lover...u till definitely love this.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2275960141562846168</id><published>2008-07-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:57:59.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More beautiful songs.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4aS__2yjN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4aS__2yjN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree that these are beautiful music???? Enjoy and if ever you feel like dancing just let your hair down and dance with your partner or by yourself. Good exercise I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Franklin for the sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2275960141562846168?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2275960141562846168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2275960141562846168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2275960141562846168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2275960141562846168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-beautiful-songs.html' title='More beautiful songs.....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8088396825290911447</id><published>2008-07-17T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:55:09.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful song.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdmLmIArqWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdmLmIArqWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared by a new found friend of mine, Franklin from Canada. He plays the bass. He is a native and very friendly indeed. Thanks Franklin for the songs shared with me. Appreciate them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8088396825290911447?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8088396825290911447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8088396825290911447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8088396825290911447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8088396825290911447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonderful-song.html' title='Wonderful song.....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3416539681494416804</id><published>2008-07-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:51:19.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy this song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeWbgPDTVM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeWbgPDTVM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3172473210003543457-3416539681494416804?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3416539681494416804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3416539681494416804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3416539681494416804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3416539681494416804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoy-this-song.html' title='Enjoy this song...'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1603031578609947814</id><published>2008-07-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:39:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on join me for some exercises and fun!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWNeh60361s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWNeh60361s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey....you alllllll. Come join me for some fun and health. Keeps you happy, young and fit. Believe me, I am doing this at home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1603031578609947814?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1603031578609947814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1603031578609947814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1603031578609947814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1603031578609947814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-on-join-me-for-some-exercises-and.html' title='Come on join me for some exercises and fun!!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-422942597120845465</id><published>2008-07-16T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:01.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge's aerobics 15 years anniversay dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXAu6AVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YAsJDZ1vmoQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXAu6AVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YAsJDZ1vmoQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223566833641718098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXh3p-II/AAAAAAAAAM8/9dWOx4zq6-o/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXh3p-II/AAAAAAAAAM8/9dWOx4zq6-o/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223566842536786050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXyvi1NI/AAAAAAAAANE/nXb_Lf4n-Kw/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXyvi1NI/AAAAAAAAANE/nXb_Lf4n-Kw/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223566847066166482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WYdht3UI/AAAAAAAAANM/8T65RHD0TXk/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WYdht3UI/AAAAAAAAANM/8T65RHD0TXk/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223566858550893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing the aerobics at Youth Park on Wednesdays at 6.30pm. Jorge is our instructor. Recently (12th July, 2008) we had our 15th anniversay dinner at Tanjung Bungah Hotel. It was a fun night for us. We had a lot of games, prizes and dance. Well, if any of you are interested you can always join us at the Youth Park. Come join us for health and fun.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-422942597120845465?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/422942597120845465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=422942597120845465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/422942597120845465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/422942597120845465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/jorges-aerobics-15-years-anniversay.html' title='Jeorge&apos;s aerobics 15 years anniversay dinner.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SH3WXAu6AVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YAsJDZ1vmoQ/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-733986135030914070</id><published>2008-07-16T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:01:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One million and one apologies....</title><content type='html'>Hi friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I was not updating my blog for months. I have a good reason for that and the reason is SHEER LAZINESS. Isn't that a good reason??? Tell me it is....Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee. Don't make me feel guilty!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-733986135030914070?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/733986135030914070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=733986135030914070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/733986135030914070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/733986135030914070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-million-and-one-apologies.html' title='One million and one apologies....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-365295435447422243</id><published>2008-05-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:09:28.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bargain....</title><content type='html'>Hey, today I went on a good shopping spree with Tammy at Esprit located at Gurney Plaza. It was rather impromtu. Tammy informed me about the mid-year sales when we met up to meet her brother at his office. Since she is a card holder for Esprit members, I took the opportunity to go for the bargain. It was like 50% off given to non-members and another 20% off for members. All in 70% discount..... so how to resist this, huh??? Temptatin is great. I picked 4 pieces of t-shirts and they fitted me me nicely. So I bought all of them. Temptation is to be blamed. YESSSSSS&lt; BLAME IT ON MISS TEMPTATION.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-365295435447422243?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/365295435447422243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=365295435447422243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/365295435447422243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/365295435447422243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bargain.html' title='Good bargain....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2143654374396717007</id><published>2008-05-16T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:48:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Life Pleasant</title><content type='html'>"Life is short and we do not know when we will die...." This is my qoute to my parents whenever they argued over minor things making a mountain out of a molehill. They are married for over 50 years and they never stopped arguing all these years. Dad gets easily irritated after repeatingly calling my mom for help. And mom refused to get her butt going thinking that dad is being ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many times explained to her that she should not be arrogant thinking that dad is senile and is not able to hear her when she made bad remarks. Earlier a few days back, she called me to bring my family over to their place as she said dad is feeling unwell. I panicked and I rushed to summon my children over. I had to cancel fetching my son's friend and family who just arrrived from Pulau Langkawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the same thing happened...Frankie and I were busy this morning and we decided to go see them after we run our errands. Frankie went up to their place first and when I arrived, Frankie whispered to me that dad was unwell. Having experienced his false alarm lately made me wiser not to panic. I touched his head. there was no fever. Then I took out the blood pressure monitor and monitored his blood pressure. The blood pressure was good. Then I questioned him if he had any dizziness but he gave me some other answer. He had told Frankie that he had some pain at his abdomen but upon questioning he asid that he has no pain at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed back to observe him while Frankie and Emmelia went home. I could see that he was not at all sick. I decided to lecture them for the traumas they had caused me. I told them that they may one day caused me to meet with an accident with their false alarm. I may be driving like the world is ending thinking that they are not well. This may cause me my life I told them and they may regret for they were only quarrelling over small issues. In fact, if anyone of you had seen me running that day, you would have understand. After the incident, I discovered that I had somehow knocked myself against whatever during my rush that my thighs were having blue black marks and the mark near my knee was rather painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave them a sermon....it was a very long one but to summarize it I told them to reconcile and be loving with each other while they still can as life is short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2143654374396717007?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2143654374396717007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2143654374396717007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2143654374396717007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2143654374396717007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-life-pleasant.html' title='Make Life Pleasant'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-609281205728898279</id><published>2008-05-14T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:56:59.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman gets to revert to original religion.</title><content type='html'>Kudos to the Penang Syariah High Court's decision allowing convert Siti Fatimah Tan Abdullah aka Tan Ean Huang, 39, to renounce Islam and revert to her original faith, Buddhism. I am sure that Tan converted out of love for her ex-husband, an Iranian. She may have made the wrong decison for unfortunately she was left on the perch after he left her a few months of their marriage. In other words the Islamic faith was never instilled in her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision is indeed in line with Article 11 (1) of the Federal Constitution guaranteeing freedom of religion. Surely there are more out there like Tan. Tan has been very bold to be standing that long to fight for her rights. May I also question about Lina Joy? Seems that all of a sudden news about her had come to a halt. I am still interested to know what the out come of her case is. It should not be kept away from people who had been concerned about Lina Joy and would be good if we were given updates on her case.. Hopefully we will not be kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only fair that a person who had never practised the faith of his or her religion be given the jurisdiction to renounce. Don't you think that it is rather ridiculous to force someone into a religion which she or he doesn't believe? Yet The Star dated 10th May 2008 reported that Deputy Chief Minister 1 Mohammad Fairus Khairuddin stated that he hoped to seek audience with the Yang di-Pertuan Agung to prevent such matter from recurring. Does this mean that future cases will not be given such chance to revert? Does it mean that Tan's case will be the first and the last? Well, in my personal opinion, people do change their mind from time to time and many too do change their religions. Hence it is only fair that the government be open minded and allow individuals to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-609281205728898279?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/609281205728898279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=609281205728898279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/609281205728898279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/609281205728898279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/woman-gets-to-revert-to-original.html' title='Woman gets to revert to original religion.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-3444275501705838364</id><published>2008-05-09T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:06:02.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits, ghost or demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB5-Gi7FD1Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB5-Gi7FD1Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in spirits, ghosts and demons? Decide for yourself after watching this clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-3444275501705838364?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/3444275501705838364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=3444275501705838364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3444275501705838364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/3444275501705838364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/spirits-ghost-or-demons.html' title='Spirits, ghost or demons'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1974421207096360946</id><published>2008-05-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:01.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloysius Lim You Ming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCLB2ue_XZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wIUfsrGIh4E/s1600-h/Aloysius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCLB2ue_XZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wIUfsrGIh4E/s320/Aloysius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197930065874083218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come everyone meet Aloysius, Joe Lim's youngest baby and my youngest Godson. I have not seen him since he was brought home. What a Godma......Unfortunately Godma is a little busy. Well, I am sure I will one fine day. Joe told me that he is very mischievous and I say he is smart. By the way, today,8th May, 2008, is his full moon. Joe sent me a box of goodies which I attacked forgetting to take photo of it. Maybe next year if things goes well, I may receive another too from Joe....LOOOOL Ermmm, he shared that his deity said he may get another baby next year. But Jasmine said, "NO THANKS". Hehehe. Ok, back to my dearest Aloysius....He is getting more and most handsome as days goes by. And as his Godma, my wish is for him to grow up into a handsome, studious and intelligent boy. And also that he will grow up to be a fine young man. May God bless him all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1974421207096360946?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1974421207096360946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1974421207096360946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1974421207096360946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1974421207096360946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/aloysius-lim-you-ming.html' title='Aloysius Lim You Ming'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCLB2ue_XZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wIUfsrGIh4E/s72-c/Aloysius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1823225808181183318</id><published>2008-05-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:01.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Yummy Prawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKbOOe_XYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PwPg_V4S7-E/s1600-h/21042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKbOOe_XYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PwPg_V4S7-E/s320/21042008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197887588647525762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my signature dish...Hehehe wondering if I should use the word 'signature'. Anyway, this is a yummy dished which I usually cook when I buy succulent medium sized prawns. Why medium???? Well, because large ones are just too expensive and I have a budget. This yummy dish was taught to me by my aunt Kooi Choo when I went to stay with her. Simple and deeeelicious.You want the recipe??? LOL Remember it is a signature dish and hmmmmmmm should I keep it a secret in case I decided to 'sell' the secret????? May make millions who knows.......hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1823225808181183318?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1823225808181183318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1823225808181183318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1823225808181183318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1823225808181183318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/honey-yummy-prawns.html' title='Honey Yummy Prawns'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKbOOe_XYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PwPg_V4S7-E/s72-c/21042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4875987303053919876</id><published>2008-05-07T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:01.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Crepes...woohooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKRTOe_XXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AJkLOtJRu6E/s1600-h/Homemade+crepes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKRTOe_XXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AJkLOtJRu6E/s320/Homemade+crepes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197876679430593906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey......this is homemade. And I really mean it because I made it myself. Unbelievable?????? BELIEVE IT!!!! I really made them myself. How did I do it? Well, one evening Joe Lim invited me out with Shelly and his wife Jasmine. We ended up at Northam Foodcourt at Northam Road. I decided to order from this stall which serves crepes and pastas. The person preparing the food is a local Chinese lady and the man whom I presume is her husband is either French or Italian was doing the serving. I went for Tuna Crepes. Well, I had to wait for quite a long time before I get my plate of crepes. Tummy was growling badly and afraid that my order may have been forgotten, I went to remind the dear lady about my order. Finally after everyone had nearly finished their dinner, mine came. I cut a small piece of the tuna crepes and put it in my mouth to savour what looks so appetizing. Mmmmmm, it was really, really fabulous. I slowly put another piece to get to understand the ingredients used.&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day, I decided to try out if what I thought were the ingredients used were what was actually being used. Amazingly, intelligently (those are praises for my humble self) I managed to produced crepes for six (6) people. LOL They were my guinea-pigs, i.e. my mom, dad, maid, Frankie and Emmelia. Glad to tell you that they had a good time consuming the lovely plate of crepes that I cunningly decorated to make the whole thing looked appetizing. Anyway, no one dared to give me bad ratings because I never accepted such bluntness. HAHAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4875987303053919876?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4875987303053919876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4875987303053919876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4875987303053919876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4875987303053919876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/homemade-crepeswoohooooooooooo.html' title='Homemade Crepes...woohooooooooooo'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKRTOe_XXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AJkLOtJRu6E/s72-c/Homemade+crepes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8741345335802877140</id><published>2008-05-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton Edar Sdn Bhd, En Mohd. Sabri Hussain (Awie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG9ue_XUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FprUMfcOLtQ/s1600-h/P5070013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG9ue_XUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FprUMfcOLtQ/s320/P5070013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197865314947128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG-Oe_XVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vJnusjiSIA8/s1600-h/P5070014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG-Oe_XVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vJnusjiSIA8/s320/P5070014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197865323537063250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG-ue_XWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MlJTe1EhaS4/s1600-h/P5070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG-ue_XWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MlJTe1EhaS4/s320/P5070015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197865332126997858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet our Proton sales representative, En. Mohd Sabri Hussain. He is known to us as Awie. He is very friendly and very helpful from day one until today. The moment Frankie and I stepped into the Proton showroom, we were quickly greeted warmly by Awie. He made us feel very welcomed. Due to his friendly nature, he caught our attention and our hearts. He answered all our questions and was very patient in giving us details of the new Saga BLM. Due to his good naturedness, politeness, friendliness and patience, Frankie decided to sign up with Awie. Awie is always smiling and very apologetic even when he met up with difficult customers. It made me wondered when is it that he will flare up. Anyway, he is the most helpful representative that we have ever met. He is able to explain in details about Proton to give us a clear picture of happenings. If anyone of you have any interest in purchasing a Proton car, do contact Awie at 016 4753197/019 4753197 or look for him at Proton Edar Sdn Bhd, 45 Jalan Sultan Ahmad Shah, Penang. I guarantee you that he is the best. By the way, Proton's standard has improved unlike the complaints we heard earlier on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8741345335802877140?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8741345335802877140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8741345335802877140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8741345335802877140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8741345335802877140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/proton-edar-sdn-bhd-en-mohd-sabri.html' title='Proton Edar Sdn Bhd, En Mohd. Sabri Hussain (Awie)'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SCKG9ue_XUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FprUMfcOLtQ/s72-c/P5070013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2283657666399540384</id><published>2008-05-06T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:36:41.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Beat Richner, a paediatrician...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJlG-U8afIc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJlG-U8afIc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told about Dr. Beat Richner by a very dear friend, Laurent, who is contributing monthly to Dr. Beat's foundation. Dr. Beat (pronounced as Bee yat)is a hero and an angel in our time. Do read more about him at wikipedia. For me to write about him is going to be too long. My friend told me that he and his wife will willed their money to Dr. Beat's foundation when they are old. That is really nice of them to be so compassionate towards those poor children in Cambodia. Well, we, too, can be mothers and fathers to those poor sickly children there or anywhere. Just add in some love and compassion like Dr. Beat and his team. And to my dear friend, Laurent, and his wife....keep on the good work. May God bless them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2283657666399540384?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2283657666399540384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2283657666399540384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2283657666399540384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2283657666399540384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/dr-beat-richner-paediatrician.html' title='Dr. Beat Richner, a paediatrician...'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6013936136255639165</id><published>2008-05-03T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:58:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can do it too if you have the will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GNzBFnUAdo&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GNzBFnUAdo&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharing from my dear Godbrother, Fr. Julian Leow. It is really amazing how this wonderful talented lady without hands can make daily routine so simple. It is all in her will to carry on with her life which all of us should be like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6013936136255639165?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6013936136255639165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6013936136255639165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6013936136255639165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6013936136255639165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-can-do-it-too-if-you-have-will.html' title='You can do it too if you have the will.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2015774291355942710</id><published>2008-04-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:16:32.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication for Robert Skudd</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijk1p91Lr7A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijk1p91Lr7A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will enjoy listening to Engelbert. The songs he sang brings back the good old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2015774291355942710?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2015774291355942710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2015774291355942710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2015774291355942710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2015774291355942710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/dedication-for-robert-skudd.html' title='Dedication for Robert Skudd'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5928639575024255404</id><published>2008-04-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:03.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond, my upline in MST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdFZowKrI/AAAAAAAAALM/GBSz2kQGCk0/s1600-h/P4110004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdFZowKrI/AAAAAAAAALM/GBSz2kQGCk0/s320/P4110004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188249118093355698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdFpowKsI/AAAAAAAAALU/BqxsWgssh48/s1600-h/P4110005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdFpowKsI/AAAAAAAAALU/BqxsWgssh48/s320/P4110005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188249122388323010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdF5owKtI/AAAAAAAAALc/96dwMC_M4sc/s1600-h/P4110006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdF5owKtI/AAAAAAAAALc/96dwMC_M4sc/s320/P4110006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188249126683290322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Raymond...Erm of course I do not have to indicate which one is him. After all there is only two of us in this photo. LOL &lt;br /&gt;Raymond is my up upline. That means he is above Joe Lim and I am below Joe. Am I confusing you??? Confusion is my speciality anyway. Well, the three of us are in MST. Raymond is our stockist now.&lt;br /&gt;He is a very down to earth man and ermmm...looks kind of macho too, eh? Hahahaha. Not for sale though the pendants are. HEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;We are all proud owners of MST Energy pendants. I have proudly distributed pendants to my relatives with confidence of the help it can give. I have not been disappointed at all and glad to share that I have had good feedbacks. Frankie's sister said that her sleep used to be interrupted by frequent nightly rush to the toilet every night. I let her wear the pendant and just one one day of wearing it she told me that she did not have to get up that frequent but only twice. She also said that her mouth which was painful cos of gum boil was relieved too. I was happy to hear that as I never expect such healing to be that fast. Now she is trying it on her aches. &lt;br /&gt;Another sister-in -law is now eager to share her experience with her friend in Bangkok. Somporn, Frankie's second brother's wife, is from Thailand and she is a health enthusiast like me. We have this motto "Prevention is better than cure". &lt;br /&gt;This newly launch energy pendant is a real babe which is a good investment for our health. It is the third generation and lots of improvement can be seen. &lt;br /&gt;Come learn about scalar energy at http://www.mst2global.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5928639575024255404?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5928639575024255404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5928639575024255404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5928639575024255404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5928639575024255404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/raymond-my-upline-in-mst.html' title='Raymond, my upline in MST'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SABdFZowKrI/AAAAAAAAALM/GBSz2kQGCk0/s72-c/P4110004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7004227858288556228</id><published>2008-04-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:04.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MST Meeting at B Suite with Malek Noor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-Jq5owKmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CDrGLYoLeNQ/s1600-h/11042008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-Jq5owKmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CDrGLYoLeNQ/s320/11042008(016).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016665873361506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrJowKnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5C2gaQJKBkA/s1600-h/11042008(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrJowKnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5C2gaQJKBkA/s320/11042008(018).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016670168328818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrZowKoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Iapq_LSQuWc/s1600-h/11042008(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrZowKoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Iapq_LSQuWc/s320/11042008(019).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016674463296130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrpowKpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GqRQ5XnmSAo/s1600-h/11042008(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JrpowKpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GqRQ5XnmSAo/s320/11042008(024).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016678758263442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JsJowKqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ac6mTr-nRV0/s1600-h/P4110011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-JsJowKqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ac6mTr-nRV0/s320/P4110011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016687348198050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at the second meeting with Malek Noor but this is my first. It was a very interesting meeting as Malek was a very good spokesman. He was able to joke which made it so interesting. &lt;br /&gt;MST stands for Mineral Science Technology. It specialised in the energy pendant which is now made in Malaysia with technology from Japan and Germany. Gosh, we should be proud about it. I have earlier explained about this wonderful pendant. And am proud to say that all those who had got the pendants are proud owners because we are able to boast about our good health now. &lt;br /&gt;Look at the photographs which I had shot carefully. To proof the power of the scalar energy and its properties, Malek daringly burned his arm and chin without any protection from creams, magic potion (LOL) or protection from genie as Malek put it. It is all due to the scalar energy. Nothing to do with supernaturals.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd....It was a good turn out. We were enlightened with more knowledge as questions were asked. Joe Lim gave his testimony regarding his wife who just had a caesarian. I personally went to see his wife who had given birth to Aloysius. I was awed to see her so active and alert just hours after the operation. BRAVO JASMINE!!!!!! Want to know the secret???? She had been drinking the water energised by the pendant. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN JASMINE.....&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I have not been so tired after wearing it. I have lots of errands to run and usually I could not take it. But I am proud to share that I had not been ill since the day I started wearing the pendant. You can always refer to my colleague how my health was like before. I would fall sick for a stretched of 3 months. That was rather long and believe me I had to spend a lot of money for cures. BUT THIS YEAR IS DIFFERENT.....AGAIN THANKS TO JOE LIM WHO HAD NOT GIVEN UP HOPE TO INTRODUCE IT TO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7004227858288556228?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7004227858288556228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7004227858288556228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7004227858288556228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7004227858288556228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/mst-meeting-at-b-suite-with-malek-noor.html' title='MST Meeting at B Suite with Malek Noor'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_-Jq5owKmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CDrGLYoLeNQ/s72-c/11042008(016).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4888556696467342456</id><published>2008-04-11T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:04.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheng Beng (All Souls Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_bZowKjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U-n2sJYYHgg/s1600-h/11042008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_bZowKjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U-n2sJYYHgg/s320/11042008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005404469111346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_bpowKkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pJXZX_80nSE/s1600-h/11042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_bpowKkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pJXZX_80nSE/s320/11042008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005408764078658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_cJowKlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CPVUqec8QJo/s1600-h/11042008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_cJowKlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CPVUqec8QJo/s320/11042008(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005417354013266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Frankie's grandmother's grave to pay respect to her. The engraving on her gravestone had faded and was repainted days before we went to pray at the site. There were seven of us; Beng, Puteh, Bah ko, Eng, Somporn, Frankie and myself. It was very hot in the afternoon. Offerings of dumplings, kuihs and fruits were placed on the tiny altar. Jokes were cracked by Eng and Beng. Puteh, my sister-in-law, seemed to have a lot to say to her grandmother. Her prayer was a very long one. By the way, the grandmother's name was Cheah Choo Khuan. She passed away at the age of 70 in 1952.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old memories seemed to creep in and history was told by each of the siblings. I am sure everyone of them have their own fond memory of their dear grandmother. I was told that she was a very kind and loving old lady. May God bless her soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4888556696467342456?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4888556696467342456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4888556696467342456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4888556696467342456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4888556696467342456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheng-beng-all-souls-day.html' title='Cheng Beng (All Souls Day)'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_9_bZowKjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U-n2sJYYHgg/s72-c/11042008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-169333759721818810</id><published>2008-04-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:18:59.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEEHAAAA, now I am able to add back the links!!!!</title><content type='html'>After half an hour of figuring and figuring...I finally get to add back the links which I lost. Ermmm, sorry, I did actually figured it out on the same day that my itchy fingers deleted all links. HEHEHE just that I was too lazy (the usual excuse) to inform all you darling friends of mine about it. Well, life is just too interesting having me around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-169333759721818810?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/169333759721818810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=169333759721818810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/169333759721818810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/169333759721818810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeeehaaaa-now-i-am-able-to-add-back.html' title='YEEEHAAAA, now I am able to add back the links!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4630269420515537193</id><published>2008-04-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:04.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching the rainbow*****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4qL5owKhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RuG51ZLHz1Y/s1600-h/P4070003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4qL5owKhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RuG51ZLHz1Y/s320/P4070003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187630204716067346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4qMZowKiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/M8jLSMai4rE/s1600-h/P4070002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4qMZowKiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/M8jLSMai4rE/s320/P4070002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187630213306001954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my husband, Frankie, saw a double rainbow from our apartment. He called to me and I was amazed to see such a beautiful sight. Remembering what Lillian Too had taught, I quickly grabbed hold of my camera and started to shoot pictures of it. I told Frankie to held out his hand. He was not sure what I was doing but he did it anyway. Then I told him to take mine. It was a very rare thing for me to see a double rainbow. Very pretty and unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4630269420515537193?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4630269420515537193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4630269420515537193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4630269420515537193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4630269420515537193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/catching-rainbow.html' title='Catching the rainbow*****'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4qL5owKhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RuG51ZLHz1Y/s72-c/P4070003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4222947419436371650</id><published>2008-04-10T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:04.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tammy!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4j4ZowKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CWe8c5lofcY/s1600-h/P4090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4j4ZowKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CWe8c5lofcY/s320/P4090006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187623272638851586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAMMY!!!!! Yesterday, 9th April, was Tammy's birthday and poor me did forget that it was her big day. It was an embarrassment when Lisa mentioned it while we were having dinner. Lisa and Tammy did not warn me!!!!! So unfair..... All I know was that Tammy made reservation at the Italian restaurant at Golden Sands Hotel. The food was superb and service was good. Of course for the price.........Any way we enjoyed ourselves so much. We had lots of laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4222947419436371650?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4222947419436371650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4222947419436371650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4222947419436371650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4222947419436371650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-tammy.html' title='Happy Birthday Tammy!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R_4j4ZowKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CWe8c5lofcY/s72-c/P4090006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4993930402855209343</id><published>2008-04-08T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:43:15.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost all my links to blogs:(</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you do not see your link here cos I did not deliberately remove you. Just that my hands were faster than my brain. It always worked that way for me. LOL Now I am figuring out how to add all of you back. Anyone can HELP me?????? I only managed to add Totziens and had been unsuccessfull in adding the rest. WHY???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4993930402855209343?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4993930402855209343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4993930402855209343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4993930402855209343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4993930402855209343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-all-my-links-to-blogs.html' title='Lost all my links to blogs:('/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1204885686898659263</id><published>2008-03-28T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:20:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impression :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Make a Great First Impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-1.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can handle almost any social situation with grace, even the tricky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers often find you charming and interesting. You are often remembered fondly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not naturally outgoing, you can make conversation with anyone if you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were born this way or had to work to get here, you are definitely charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're popular and well liked. People definitely look forward to being around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your social connections bring you a full and rich life. You understand how important it is to make a lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1204885686898659263?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1204885686898659263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1204885686898659263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1204885686898659263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1204885686898659263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-impression.html' title='First Impression :]'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7034839263653305275</id><published>2008-03-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T04:37:17.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Supportive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/supportive.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost like a life coach for your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give them help when they need it... but you also know when to give them a push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to rely on you for moral support and advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably always been mature for your age, so this is a role that's you're comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend like you is one of the rarest kinds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a good mentor and companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They are confused or worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Someone who only wants to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "The only way to have a friend is to be one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7034839263653305275?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7034839263653305275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7034839263653305275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7034839263653305275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7034839263653305275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-me.html' title='About Me.....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2996703311153524789</id><published>2008-03-28T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T04:22:46.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LUCKY UNDERWEAR IS RED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Underwear Is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2996703311153524789?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2996703311153524789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2996703311153524789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2996703311153524789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2996703311153524789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-lucky-underwear-is-red.html' title='MY LUCKY UNDERWEAR IS RED!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5420470231640531945</id><published>2008-03-27T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:38:08.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More funnies to make your day :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQkMtd0wWOc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQkMtd0wWOc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5420470231640531945?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5420470231640531945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5420470231640531945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5420470231640531945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5420470231640531945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-funnies-to-make-your-day-p.html' title='More funnies to make your day :P'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1271890209924472524</id><published>2008-03-27T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:19:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY LAZY LAZY ME....</title><content type='html'>I seem to be lazy after my dad recuperated. That is why I have not been blogging as much as I used to. Or was it as the saying goes 'Hangat-hangat tahi ayam' and for tranlation into the English language it should be....'Hot hot chicken shit'. LOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;Times I just felt like not doing anything but to laze around on my cosy bed. Ooooo, it is soooooo comfortable I wished I do not have to get out. With soft music....Yucks, forget about being too comfy because I have to wake up to the real world. HATE IT!!!!!! Well, at times I do go driving all alone by myself like a crazy idiot. Idiot??? Did I just call myself an idiot??? Oops....Nahh....just need moments away from the crowd and need to really think and sort out this pretty brain of mine which is going haywire. You know tensions and problems can get one really down. Just not long ago, I wished the end of the world had crumpled on me, JUST ME. I did not know what to do as I was very tensed up. I drove to Teluk Bahang without changing speed. I was like an F1 driver then. Come to think of it, IT WAS FUN! And that in doing so I did not place anyone's life in danger accept mine.&lt;br /&gt;Back to laziness....how wonderful if only I am stranded on a beautiful cool highland area where nature still provides. I often dream of such a place and most of the time I regretted that I woke up. Ugh...why did I have to wake up!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1271890209924472524?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1271890209924472524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1271890209924472524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1271890209924472524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1271890209924472524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/lazy-lazy-lazy-me.html' title='LAZY LAZY LAZY ME....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2942843501478199200</id><published>2008-03-27T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:05.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Version of the Pendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R-tKImTVcYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z9DPvzMj0Cc/s1600-h/P3270001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R-tKImTVcYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z9DPvzMj0Cc/s320/P3270001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182317307800940930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R-tKJGTVcZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rZfInknxMXU/s1600-h/P3270002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R-tKJGTVcZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rZfInknxMXU/s320/P3270002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182317316390875538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malek Noor has updated us on the new version which is called Mineral Science Technology. The design is more classy and it is made of 100 per cent pure lava which is yellow encased in the special stainless steel casing. As it is of pure lava, experiments done on the 'power' of it is much better. What I mean is that it is much powerful. Don't get me wrong though, the Quantum pendant did do wonders too. Quantum pendant compared to the other brands which fetches very cheaply is definitely higher in quality. Perhaps the amount of lava used by those cheaper pendants was very little. Quantum Pendant had given health back to my dad and dad now cannot do without it. He would request for it if Yen, my maid, forget to put it on for him. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Mineral Science Technology (MST) has come out with a better version. Better quality and cheaper a bit. So upon the advised of Joe Lim, we decided    to cross over when Malek Noor got us a better deal. Well, who wouldn't want a better product with a lower price???? I quickly grabbed hold of a set but unfortunately I had to wait for a week before I got mine. When Joe delivered the set to me (Mind you...I had only seen the picture of it provided by Joe via skype. That is how much I trusted Joe...), I was awed. They were so beautiful. I fell immediately in love with them. I got the whole set because it is cheaper to buy a set instead of individual. Moreover, I am a rather caring wife and mother (Believe me, I am). I want the most optimum health for my family. Health is what I prefer to give my family rather then money or other useless material things. Likewise, we should all take good care of our well beings while we are still functional. Do not wait until we are sick to find a remedy. &lt;br /&gt;The website for MST is http://www.mst2global.com if anyone of you are interested in learning what it can do for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2942843501478199200?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2942843501478199200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2942843501478199200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2942843501478199200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2942843501478199200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/updated-version-of-pendant.html' title='Updated Version of the Pendant'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R-tKImTVcYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z9DPvzMj0Cc/s72-c/P3270001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-8989326254982262070</id><published>2008-03-22T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T03:47:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-8989326254982262070?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/8989326254982262070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=8989326254982262070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8989326254982262070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/8989326254982262070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6551223235107933576</id><published>2008-03-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:05.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad, My hero!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9y8cc42BnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w_M1t-T4SUo/s1600-h/P3130015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9y8cc42BnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w_M1t-T4SUo/s320/P3130015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178220868546201202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my dad's health has improved. He is now able to move around by himself. But we are vigilant on his movements. He is trying not to depend on us. I can say that he is recovering very well and very speedy too. Thank God for that. Now he can even teased my mom and he loves to talk to Yen. Despite the language barrier, both of them are conversing very well. Dad is a bit energetic and he keeps Yen on her toes. I believe that the Quantum pendant had done what was claimed. But be careful of imitations which are plenty in the market. I really am glad that this is one product I am satisfied with. I am just sharing this. It helps to absorb nutrients into my dad's system and because of that he has a speedy recovery. Well, I had a part to play as well. I did a good job too, didn't I? Also thanks to Yen because without her I would not be able to cope. Frankie, my husband, gets credits for taking dad for his routine checks at the General Hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6551223235107933576?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6551223235107933576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6551223235107933576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6551223235107933576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6551223235107933576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dad-my-hero.html' title='My Dad, My hero!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9y8cc42BnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w_M1t-T4SUo/s72-c/P3130015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-616836547897158128</id><published>2008-03-07T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:45:58.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW MAID.</title><content type='html'>Phan Yen was chosen for me by my close friend, Tammy. Yen as I called her is a Cambodian. Earlier on I chose another maid but then I cannot afford to wait too long since I am in desperate need for help for my parents. So I was adviced by Tammy to get one who had already has a passport. I gave Tammy my consent to get another. Hence Phan Yen is now with us. She is having communication problem but I am teaching her to understand simple English like plates, iron, cook, papaya, water melon and etc. She is the one who discovered that my dad had fever and told my mom to call us. That time she was with us for only three days. She is of great help and without her I would be dead. At least now I don't have to worry so much about leaving my parents by themselves. I do not have to train her much because the agency had trained her when she was back home. She wakes up at 6am and she doesn't have to be told her daily routine. Yen is capable and I trust her to look after my dad. I would dispense my dad's medication into different plastic boxes for the day and she will administer them. Times I would forget about the medicine and Yen would remind me. I can be very absent minded with so many things to do and so little time to accomplish. Yen loves to wrap her head. The reason she gave me was that she did not want her hair falling around. That is good because I too do not favour hair in my food. To sum it up, I am satified with Yen's help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-616836547897158128?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/616836547897158128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=616836547897158128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/616836547897158128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/616836547897158128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-new-maid.html' title='MY NEW MAID.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4296982782885703284</id><published>2008-03-07T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:05.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad is a hero!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9EWtc42BmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ckQAQe_5xqg/s1600-h/07032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9EWtc42BmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ckQAQe_5xqg/s320/07032008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174942416929949282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is finally back home from the hospital. Thank God the ordeal is over. He is now very much back to his old self but I think he is much healthier than before he fell sick. It is indeed a blessing. Thanks to all of you with your well-wishes and prayers. In difficult times we do need such support from friends. Thanks pals. My dad made a fast recovery. When he came back, I rushed off to get him a good comfortable homecare bed made in Japan. He will definitely kill me if he knew the amount I spent with his savings. Well, he had always been very thrifty and he wanted to much to give my mom, brother and I the amount he saved. On the other hand, I want him to enjoy his hard earned money instead of giving the sum to us. So I got him the bed at RM3800. I had to bluff him that I got it at a very special discount. In addition to the bed, I also got him some simple supplement, the Cod liver Oil (Scott's)and Juvanex to help him pass motion everyday. On top of that I am sure the Quantum pendant did its part too. Within three days my dad was active again. A rather surprising fast recovery for one who had been in a worst position. Frankly speaking, I thought that we will loose him. At the hospital, he was unable to even get up. He did not recognized some of us. He had a hard time constructing sentences. He was able to speak half a sentence and the other half was like a guessing game. I am very sure that the pendant he is wearing helps his body to absorb the nutrients faster than normal. Earlier before his hospitalization, he refused to drink the water energized by the pendant. But while he was lying on the bed at the hospital, I gave him the energized water as often as possible. Now he has no qualms over the water which is given whenever he thirst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4296982782885703284?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4296982782885703284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4296982782885703284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4296982782885703284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4296982782885703284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/03/dad-is-hero.html' title='Dad is a hero!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R9EWtc42BmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ckQAQe_5xqg/s72-c/07032008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6535127967626330735</id><published>2008-02-26T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:05.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DEAREST DADDY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R8QMuY_kIiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GWI30QHz-RM/s1600-h/20022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R8QMuY_kIiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GWI30QHz-RM/s320/20022008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272263250747938" /&gt;&lt;/&lt;br /&gt;My dad's health is deteriorating. It is rather very sudden. He has had hypertension and a sudden stroke when he was 55 and about to retire from his teaching days. Then years later followed by diabetes. Luckily he did not suffer from heart attack which could have been very taxing. And finally in 2007 after he shifted out to Penang from Perlis,  the doctor at GH, Penang referred him to the kidney specialist. Here the result wasn't good. His kidneys are failing and they each has cyst. I was hoping that they won't grow any bigger because dad at this age (80 years then) will not be able to take the operation. &lt;br /&gt;This year dad will be 82 come October 15. And I truly pray that he will get to celebrate it. Dad was admitted several times for failing health. And this time this is the worst. Results of his tests and scans weren't good. He has got low platelets count but the good news is that it is not leukemia. The specialist wanted to do more scan but I disallow it upon asking about how it would be like. I was told that dad would be uncomfortable as it would be painful as an instrument will be inserted into his vertebra column. And at this age, I would not want him to suffer too much pain. I do not want him to be in agony. If this is his last stage in live, I would rather he lives comfortably without pain. &lt;br /&gt;I may be very sad but I have to face reality. We are not immortals. and nothing is permanent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6535127967626330735?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6535127967626330735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6535127967626330735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6535127967626330735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6535127967626330735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-dearest-daddy.html' title='MY DEAREST DADDY.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R8QMuY_kIiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GWI30QHz-RM/s72-c/20022008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4670221600786199328</id><published>2008-02-26T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:41:05.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL THANKS TO DR. ILIAS  ADAM YEE</title><content type='html'>I would sincerely like to thank Dr. Ilias for all the personal help he rendered to my dad during his admittance recently to Penang General Hospital. Dr. Ilias is very caring and I can clearly see the compassion he has towards his patients. I am blessed to have met such a wonderfully kind physician. He is very polite and ever ready to assist me whenever I approached him for information or complain. Complain was the first that I went to him for. Well, it was unfortunate that I had a bad experience with a nurse in ward C5, Suriawati bt Jusoff. She was as presumed by my brother was trying to pass off her duty to the next shift. I approached her for help when my dad made a mess in his diaper. But I was snubbed at and she told me to ask my maid to clean up instead. The irony was that she did not even fed my dad his morning medication. She expected a stroke patient to get up and take the medicine by himself???? How well trained she was!!&lt;br /&gt;So I was agitated by her ways and decided to take courage to speak to dear Dr. Ilias. He was very attentive though I can see that he was having some other work in his hands.   And he apologized for the misbehavior of the nurse. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy he is, he would stop work and attend to my questions. This dear doctor will have a very good future ahead of him. May God bless him forever and may he be blessed with a good future as a dedicated physician.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Dr. Ilias.... YOU ARE THE BEST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4670221600786199328?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4670221600786199328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4670221600786199328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4670221600786199328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4670221600786199328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/special-thanks-to-dr-ilias-adam-yee.html' title='SPECIAL THANKS TO DR. ILIAS  ADAM YEE'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-196972017676423059</id><published>2008-02-14T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:06.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys and me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7QumI_kIeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x_thQXzL1QQ/s1600-h/P2090017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7QumI_kIeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x_thQXzL1QQ/s200/P2090017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166805905284800994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7Qumo_kIfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkFW4ym8rjA/s1600-h/P2090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7Qumo_kIfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkFW4ym8rjA/s200/P2090010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166805913874735602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we met!!!! Taugeh (Kevin), Wiwiwawa (William), Atupek (Alex Toh and Tausar Phneah (Jimmy)....... It was rather an impromptu meet up at Frankie's aunt's place along Codrington Avenue. We had a splendid time. We talked like we have met before. The boys were just around the corner and when they called me, I was already moving towards Codrington Avenue. I was a little disappointed cos I truly wanted to meet up with them but time just did not seem to fit in. But alas, it was so nice of them to suggest coming over to join me. First they went to Cantonment Road... someone must have miscommunicated. When redirected they did find the place easily. They greeted me with hugs. We enjoyed ourselves yakking away. Poor Taugeh dropped the drink on the floor. What a way to thank the hostess!!!! Anyway, nothing too difficult for the maid to do. Or perhaps Taugeh was thinking that the maid should be doing something while he was there. Hahahaha. We were full of excitement. We joked a lot too.... we were chatting as if we were in Sembang. Well, boys, I did enjoy your company. Can we do it again next year???? I have had a smashing Chinese New Year this year. It was very different from the other years which I can say was BORING!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-196972017676423059?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/196972017676423059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=196972017676423059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/196972017676423059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/196972017676423059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/boys-and-me.html' title='The Boys and me!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7QumI_kIeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x_thQXzL1QQ/s72-c/P2090017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6863137494498849762</id><published>2008-02-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:07.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small togetherness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D444_kIbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V5iUOy9QZ3U/s1600-h/P2100036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D444_kIbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V5iUOy9QZ3U/s200/P2100036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165902428849316274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D45o_kIcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fjYrkxA9JLU/s1600-h/P2100039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D45o_kIcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fjYrkxA9JLU/s200/P2100039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165902441734218178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D46I_kIdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R62AScfBLFQ/s1600-h/P2100045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D46I_kIdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R62AScfBLFQ/s200/P2100045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165902450324152786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th of February, 2008, we had a gathering organized by Joe. It was a small gathering without any frills and fancies. Motoleng and Soh, Joe and Jasmine, Siang, Frankie, Barra, Anthony aka Sui Kia and Frankie were the gatherers.....LOL. GATHERERS that is a good description ... Anyway we all had buffet lunch at Cititel, Georgetown. The food was nice. But most of all we enjoyed ourselves. Kacang aka Kimmy joined us later but she just came for a chat. We were the most active group there. We were all so excited and were all busy taking photographs of each other. We were the alert ones, the overactive ones and I dare say we were good jokers. Hey Joe, thanks for everything. It was a good organizing. I am sure everyone of us did enjoy ourselves. Looking forward for future get-togethers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6863137494498849762?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6863137494498849762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6863137494498849762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6863137494498849762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6863137494498849762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Small togetherness....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R7D444_kIbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V5iUOy9QZ3U/s72-c/P2100036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6037908554959890052</id><published>2008-02-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:08.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwr_VWFjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QE9fQWmIU04/s1600-h/21012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwr_VWFjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QE9fQWmIU04/s200/21012008(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164626773724763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwsvVWFkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mfQAgHcVLag/s1600-h/21012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwsvVWFkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mfQAgHcVLag/s200/21012008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164626786609665602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwtPVWFlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TlwCg4uB0GE/s1600-h/21012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwtPVWFlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TlwCg4uB0GE/s200/21012008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164626795199600210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Frankie and I dropped by EON showroom to have a browse of the new Proton Saga on the 10th of January 2008. We drove there in our old Proton Saga of 16 years. We should call it our old faithful. It is still running well except that the body is sort of worn out after years of toiling for us. Frankie had been wanting to change his car. But he was not sure which model to buy and well, the model will has to be in his range of budget. At first he was aiming at the aeroback which colour is orange... Then he found out that another new model will soon be out. And he was looking forward to have a glimpsed at it. The funny thing was he had been having dreams or was it nightmares about the new model. &lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by the EON representative. He was very friendly and was very helpful. He answered all our questions. Surprisingly Frankie decided to purchased the car. It was actually the easiest sales I have ever encountered. Usually, he would take days, weeks or even months to think over. Won't it be nice if sales representatives get such customer everyday?? If that is the case, I would gladly apply for such jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Forms were signed and th e colour of the car was decided upon. It is an auto. Well, we have to wait until April or May to get the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6037908554959890052?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6037908554959890052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6037908554959890052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6037908554959890052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6037908554959890052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-husband-frankie-and-i-dropped-by-eon.html' title='A Dream Car'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6xwr_VWFjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QE9fQWmIU04/s72-c/21012008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4864234723731424406</id><published>2008-02-05T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tame Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6hKpfVWFhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IrpDInkQiUM/s1600-h/a+tame+bird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6hKpfVWFhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IrpDInkQiUM/s320/a+tame+bird.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163459049426392594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6hKp_VWFiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XYWdPD7_6IU/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6hKp_VWFiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XYWdPD7_6IU/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163459058016327202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little bird was found trapped on a tree nearby my working place. A good samaritan, Siew Fang, rescued it from the turmoil it was en- countering.  I am sure it did not belong to any humans ...Haha. After it was rescued, it was reluctant to fly off. Guess, it was enjoying all the pampering and attentions it was getting. Look at it...so comfy on the hands that saved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4864234723731424406?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4864234723731424406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4864234723731424406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4864234723731424406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4864234723731424406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-cute-little-bird-was-found-trapped.html' title='A Tame Bird'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6hKpfVWFhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IrpDInkQiUM/s72-c/a+tame+bird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1049271514398520858</id><published>2008-02-04T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:10.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day is here again!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDF_VWFeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/azx_Ssis-Qg/s1600-h/23012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDF_VWFeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/azx_Ssis-Qg/s320/23012008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163169267982931426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDHvVWFfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wdpBe6tWXI8/s1600-h/23012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDHvVWFfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wdpBe6tWXI8/s320/23012008(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163169298047702514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDJvVWFgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tUYIav42zPY/s1600-h/23012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDJvVWFgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tUYIav42zPY/s320/23012008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163169332407440898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year is here again. WELCOME TO BUSY-NESS.......LOOOOOL... Year after year we would be very busy cleaning our house. We call that spring cleaning. Many years back the Chinese would use bamboo leaves to clear the house from bad luck. But nowadays most probably are using the vacuum cleaner which is more convenient and cleaner. Then we will decorate our homes with flowers , red banner, decorative items like paper cuttings of meaningful Chinese characters and lanterns, kamquat plants and some would repaint their homes. &lt;br /&gt;The next step is clothings...Yes, new dresses and undergarments are a must. But I am not that particular because I would rather wear the old ones which are more comfortable. Hahahaha who would actually inquire about them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Then comes the BIG rush to the supermarkets and wet markets. Depending on the menu of individual family, items are bought. Actually, it wonders me why we have to spend so much for one celebration. Guess it is tradition to have surplus.......Yet in my opinion (mind u it is only and opinion so don't comment), we should not overspend. Seeing food being thrown away is merely a wastage.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly comes the red packets which we call 'ang pow'. The red packets are most expected by the young. And the content is what makes it interesting......MONEY, MONEY AND MORE MONEY. The young would go "MONEY COME, MONEY COME". Whereas those married would go "AIYO AIYO MONEY OUT, MONEY OUT". Not so bad thought for couples who have children but for those who have no children....well, just too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1049271514398520858?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1049271514398520858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1049271514398520858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1049271514398520858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1049271514398520858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-day-is-here-again.html' title='The big day is here again!!!!'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6dDF_VWFeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/azx_Ssis-Qg/s72-c/23012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-38252416959369534</id><published>2008-02-01T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:08:55.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLLIPOP BY MIKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVtk7mIEfg8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVtk7mIEfg8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowFullScreen="true" src="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/gen/v2.swf?passid=131260&amp;backgroundImg=mika&amp;" width="194" height="215" quality="high" name="scroll" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  bgcolor="0066CC"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/single/Mika/" title="Mika lyrics"&gt;Mika&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131260/Mika+-+Lollipop.html" title="Lollipop lyrics"&gt;Lollipop lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-38252416959369534?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/38252416959369534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=38252416959369534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/38252416959369534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/38252416959369534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/02/lollipop-by-mika.html' title='LOLLIPOP BY MIKA'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1776864240115543481</id><published>2008-01-31T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:10.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6Hga_VWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hr1DdGe-X9g/s1600-h/19012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6Hga_VWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hr1DdGe-X9g/s320/19012008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653402225481122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6HgbPVWFbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gPp7_T8wtWc/s1600-h/19012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6HgbPVWFbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gPp7_T8wtWc/s320/19012008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653406520448434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot helped shooting these photographs at one of the Toto outlet here in Penang. Notice the paper baskets??? They were placed on the right and left in the outlet for the convenience of punters. Yet notice those papers being shrewd all over the place? Gosh (and a heavy sign .....) why can't people just throw their rubbish in the paper baskets provided? What is happening to civics? No more civic-minded people or were they banished from this earth of ours? WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON? If we are so fond of keeping our own house spic and span, why can't we do too outside our living space. We should be considerate ..... we can't go spoiling other people's place or public places. We cannot be that inconsiderate, can we? It is just a big shame that some jokers out there have brains the size of a pea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1776864240115543481?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1776864240115543481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1776864240115543481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1776864240115543481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1776864240115543481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/attitude-problem.html' title='Attitude Problem?'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R6Hga_VWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hr1DdGe-X9g/s72-c/19012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7461388600061007934</id><published>2008-01-29T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T06:02:51.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Just about people</title><content type='html'>Life is a long long route to meeting people...and I mean lots and lots of people. I have come across friendly, helpful, playful ones (I am one of this category), calculative ones and etc. etc. Truthfully the ones that turn me off are the calculative type. I wound definitely give them thumbs down and a BIG BOOOOOOOO. There are some who would even collect 10sen from us. That is how generous such a person can be. And such generosity arises even before a meeting is schedule... For example, a meeting was planned, as for me, I would not mind paying for the bill because friendship to me is not about money. But some would discuss about how to split the bill before proceeding with the plan. Hmmm, no wonder some complained that they are loners. Heck, I think they deserve it. Such a character will go no where near friendship. One friend I happen to know would ask us to take turn paying. Well, as cunning as he was, he would order all the goodies he fancied when another person was paying (e.g. brandy, cigarettes, satay,  steamed whole chicken). But when he was paying, he would carefully scanned the orders. The disgusting thing was that he would stop orders if the food or drinks were expensive. What a knuckle head he was. This very person too asked his ex-girlfriend to get tickets for the shows so that he can saved. What a miser. Life must have been miserable for him.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention 'HE'? Yet I do come to know a few guys who would be smiling whenever I offered to treat them. Can I make my comment??? I was only being sarcastic. What kind of a man is this????? Trying to take the most out of friendship. I am a reasonable lady but there are limits. Well, any lady would be pissed off by such people.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about calculative, I have gone on a vacation with one who would make collections there and then at the eateries. Gosh, can't she do that when we got back to the hotel??? As if we would not pay her the moment we finished the food. Tsk, tsk....&lt;br /&gt;Some do take our friendship for granted and they can be too demanding. They would ask for favours. Well, not that I disapproved but there should be a limit. Come to a certain level where such so called friends would give us a scare. Such people comes with a package of unreasonable demands. &lt;br /&gt;But thank God, I have more pleasant friends than the unpleasant. What a blessing!! My good friends are too many to mention but I am sure that they know who they are. Love all of you dearly....muahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7461388600061007934?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7461388600061007934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7461388600061007934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7461388600061007934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7461388600061007934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-about-people.html' title='Just about people'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-59765038487343478</id><published>2008-01-29T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:11.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new monitor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5752vVWFZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oglyFlN5a7I/s1600-h/P1290003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5752vVWFZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oglyFlN5a7I/s320/P1290003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160836941827413394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last my long awaited monitor. It is a Samsung, 19 inches. WOOHOO... now I do not have to squint my poor eyes. It is so clear and so sharp. I am on cloud nine at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-59765038487343478?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/59765038487343478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=59765038487343478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/59765038487343478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/59765038487343478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-monitor.html' title='My new monitor.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5752vVWFZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oglyFlN5a7I/s72-c/P1290003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-4570392564729623648</id><published>2008-01-28T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:49:13.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You"re Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y7WDWP8WMs&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y7WDWP8WMs&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;James Blunt - You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;F**king high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-4570392564729623648?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/4570392564729623648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=4570392564729623648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4570392564729623648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/4570392564729623648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&quot;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-5849864255449449453</id><published>2008-01-28T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:11.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Sharing'/><title type='text'>A short sharing about the QUANTUM PENDANT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R57TrfVWFYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RKyVikGWkkw/s1600-h/P1240002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R57TrfVWFYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RKyVikGWkkw/s320/P1240002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160794967112029570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a skeptic when it comes to such gadgets. I would brush it as multi level marketing or that people are just making fast bucks through their sweet talks and claims.&lt;br /&gt;I first heard about the Quantum Pendant from my husband and because I had bought another product claiming to have such wonderful properties and the wonderfulness of that product, I brushed it off as another bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;Then came Joe Lim who is my online friend, he chatted about it during one of our casual recordings. He gave Richard Loh (another online friend) and I the website for further reference. I had a look at it but just pushed it to the very corner of my mind. As time went by, I initially forgot about the object.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the worst in my life, my dad was admitted and readmitted for his ailments (low sugar, high blood pressure, diabetic, aches and pains, grogginess, dizziness and false alarms of heart attack). You can very well say he really scared the hell out of me. The peak was when he fainted and my mom was unaware about it. He was very lucky as I arrived on time to save him according to the doctor. Of course he was admitted but only for a night.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, he was complaining about his bad health. At times he would just be staring. His response was slow and he did not like going out any longer. That was very abnormal...So when my brother, his wife and mother-in-law, Cecilia Hong, came to pay him a visit, Cecilia mentioned about the pendant. She took it out from her breast (I will tell you why as I go on) to show it to us. That was the first time I get a glimpsed of it. Wanna guess what was in my thought?? &lt;br /&gt;In my pretty old brain I secretly went, "Oh my good Lord, this is the ugliest pendant I had ever seen...Urrgh, don't expect me to wear that 'thing'". As you can well see, it is ugly...Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Cecilia did advised me to get it for my dad. Again I put it off as another gimmick. Then she rang me up one fine sunny day to reveal to me that she had a lump earlier on her breast (AHAAAAA, now you know why she had dug the pendant out from her breast) and that to her astonishment, her physician at the hospital told her that it had shrunked. She was amazed. Ok, that was good news and she again persuaded me to buy one for my dad. I was still skeptical and I am not willing to part anymore of my hard earned money for such gadgets...WHAT IF IT DOESN'T WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Joe contacted me again via Skype. I agreed to meet him at the Quantum Pendant center on a Thursday evening as Malek Noor would be there to give a talk. Awwww, I was ...(blush)...at the same time hoping to meet this heavy weight champion and what other good excuses can I use. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I told Joe that I have this other disc made of glass which I had bought prior to helping a so called friend in her so called business. But this piece of glass was very expensive. Anyway, Joe had thought that at such an exorbitant price, it could be better than the Quantum Pendant.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up at my place the next day which was a Wednesday. That was my second encounter with Joe and first with his evergreen pretty wife, Jasmine. Joe did some tests on my husband, Frankie. The tests with my disc failed and both Frankie and I were shocked to see immediate results.&lt;br /&gt;There and then I ordered a set of four pendants and a Titanium Flask. But Joe told me to be patient and to order only after we heard the talk the next day by Malek Noor. I told him that I wanted to make my order NOW. I proceeded to my room to get him the cash. Joe was kind enough to take me to the center that very day. And I saw another demonstration there too.&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure how I was going to get my dad to wear it. Well, he is another skeptic for your information. Hmmmm, I prayed hard for a way...real hard. And the next day, I finally met Malek Noor. He is a down to earth person. I was talking to him and WOOOOO DID I ENJOY IT?????  YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. &lt;br /&gt;Then 'poof' my brain started working again...because through Malek Noor's sharing I suddenly got an idea. Then next day, I had my dad wearing the pendant. I energized water using the pendant for him and my mom to drink. As for myself, I even bathe with the water, washed my face and I love doing it because the water has a smooth texture.  Now I drink lots of water compared to before and that goes with my family. The water tasted different.&lt;br /&gt;As for my dad, he felt better health wise... He did not admit it at first. Ermm, sort of egoistic. But my mom told me that he was able to mop the house that morning. I was surprised as it was just a day of wearing the pendant. I was shouting "Praise the Lord" in my heart. Finally after a few weeks of wearing the wonderful pendant, his dizziness, grogginess, aches and pains disappeared. He is back to his old normal self.....That is, giving lots of administrative instructions. Oh, well, at least he is alright now. Gosh, I really do have to find ways to get out of all these mind squeezing things. LOL DAD IS BACK TO NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one has to see and try it to believe. I highly recommend it to everyone, young and old. It truly helps. As for myself, I am now more energetic and I wake up full of zest and jest. My face is more radiant. It also strengthens the body's biofield preventing electro-magnetic waves from affecting my health as I am at my computer most of the day. For us ladies, it also helps to retard the aging process. How about that.....&lt;br /&gt;Come and see for yourself. This is no bullshit. Go to this website to see for yourself how the demo was done. http://www.fusionexcel.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-5849864255449449453?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/5849864255449449453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=5849864255449449453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5849864255449449453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/5849864255449449453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-sharing-about-quantum-pendant.html' title='A short sharing about the QUANTUM PENDANT.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R57TrfVWFYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RKyVikGWkkw/s72-c/P1240002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1837808864691793662</id><published>2008-01-27T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:19:45.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come join me for a good laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/roytVTRTptY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/roytVTRTptY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOUUUUUUUU, LOOSEN YOURSELVES....COME JOIN ME FOR A GOOD LAUGH. MR. BEAN CAN BE DISGUSTINGLY LOVEABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1837808864691793662?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1837808864691793662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1837808864691793662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1837808864691793662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1837808864691793662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-join-me-for-good-laugh.html' title='Come join me for a good laugh.'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6465361147425547882</id><published>2008-01-27T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:55:26.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust Caution</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CizN-DvGhrc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CizN-DvGhrc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6465361147425547882?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6465361147425547882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6465361147425547882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6465361147425547882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6465361147425547882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/lust-caution.html' title='Lust Caution'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-7947650167183928152</id><published>2008-01-27T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is this??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5x_ZfVWFVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dk5RS9wMJX8/s1600-h/PC120035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5x_ZfVWFVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dk5RS9wMJX8/s320/PC120035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160139348944229714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can anyone here tell me what fruit is this? I found this amazing species at Tropical Fruit Farm, Balik Pulau. I did ask the cashier about it but I was told that he did not know either. He said the fruit was quite new to the farm too. Hmmmm must have been and accidental discovery.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-7947650167183928152?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/7947650167183928152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=7947650167183928152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7947650167183928152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/7947650167183928152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/wtf-is-this.html' title='WTF is this??????????'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5x_ZfVWFVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dk5RS9wMJX8/s72-c/PC120035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-2606555041348041974</id><published>2008-01-27T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:11.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5xFOvVWFUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZhruK0EkUz8/s1600-h/P9240030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5xFOvVWFUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZhruK0EkUz8/s320/P9240030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075392586224962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is on my left, on her left is Meow Meow and on Meow Meow's left is Tammy.... and on Tammy's left is NOBODYYYYY. Hmmm , u may asks why am I going left. Want to know the answer??? Hmmmm, should I or shouldn't I tell you? LOL Okie dokie that's because I am a lefty. And it won't be nice if my friends didn't join me...&lt;br /&gt;I first met Lisa online and we decided to meet up...possibly out of curiosity for each other. HAHA maybe she was wondering how this old monkey is really like. She decided to include Tammy and Meow Meow whom also I met through MSN. Tammy and Meow Meow were added to the chat by Lisa. And Mike Tam was the one who introduced me to Lisa.Unfortunately Mike was unable to join us for reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa 'collected' us in her car and we headed to Tanjung Country Club for dinner. We were a chatty lot. Lisa, Tammy and Meow Meow are very down to earth friendly people. Tammy wasn't feeling very well that day due to her migraine...Poor Tammy, yet it was so kind of her to join us despite her bad headache. We did not or was it that I did not realised her discomfort until she ran to the rest room to throw out.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Meow Meow are very bubbly. Meow Meow can be a bit blurry but she is cute. She is the youngest in the group. And yours truly is the oldest as usual...or should I put it as most matured?????&lt;br /&gt;As time went by, we found out that we are a bunch of jokers...oh, well, otherwise may I say 'loonies'???I was thinking of creating a club for us loonies. And the club will be called Loonies' Creator Club. And the house rule is to be crazy throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Tanjung Country Club was wonderful...The food served were yummy. Lisa tabbed in...Thanks, Lisa, for the treat. We had chosen the right food menu. Congratulation to the four of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-2606555041348041974?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/2606555041348041974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=2606555041348041974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2606555041348041974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/2606555041348041974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5xFOvVWFUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZhruK0EkUz8/s72-c/P9240030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-1761259276031243668</id><published>2008-01-26T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:01:32.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGENDA BY SHEILA MAJID. TRIBUTE TO OUR MOST TALENTED ACTOR, SINGER, COMEDIAN, WRITER, COMPOSER.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFq1Dsu7rMU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFq1Dsu7rMU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sri P. Ramlee was born Teuku Zakaria bin Teuku Nyak Puteh. He contributed in the Malaysian movie and music industry as well as in the literary scene. Thus he is often attributed as the icon of Malay entertainment both in Malaysia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;His big break came on 1 June 1948 when he was spotted by B.S Rajhans, a Tamil film director from Malay Film Productions of Jalan Ampas, Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;Ramlee directed his first film "Penarik Beca" (The Trishaw Man) seven years later. His films are still popular among the modern Malay film watchers.&lt;br /&gt;On 27 May 1973 P. Ramlee passed away at the age of 44 due to heart complication. A memorial known as the P. Ramlee Memorial was set up in 1986 in Setapak, Kuala Lumpur in honour of his contribution to the Malaysian entertainment industry. He was posthumously awarded with the honorific title "Tan Sri" in the early 1990s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-1761259276031243668?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/1761259276031243668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=1761259276031243668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1761259276031243668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/1761259276031243668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/lagenda-by-sheila-majid-tribute-to-our.html' title='LAGENDA BY SHEILA MAJID. TRIBUTE TO OUR MOST TALENTED ACTOR, SINGER, COMEDIAN, WRITER, COMPOSER.....'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172473210003543457.post-6756893027627335855</id><published>2008-01-26T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:53:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOB&lt; SOB&lt; SOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5tHkvVWFTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k974KyA_7Tc/s1600-h/PB270101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5tHkvVWFTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k974KyA_7Tc/s320/PB270101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159796494589891890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I am sobbing....I should hit myself on the head or may be I should give you the courtesy to do it (slap...slap). See carefully the chain and pendants which I wore in this picture. Well, I lost it today. No, not to robbery. I was in my car and was overwhelmed with my new silver chain. It was so shiny and I was wondering if my white gold chain was as shiny. Being curious, I took it off. And I guess upon putting it back, I did not notice that the hook was not intact. I only discovered the lost when I was washing a few of my old silver trinkets. My husband and I ran down to the parking area to see if we were lucky enough. Well, hard luck as we did not find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3172473210003543457-6756893027627335855?l=peace-nancyew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/feeds/6756893027627335855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3172473210003543457&amp;postID=6756893027627335855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6756893027627335855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3172473210003543457/posts/default/6756893027627335855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-nancyew.blogspot.com/2008/01/sob-sob-sob.html' title='SOB&lt; SOB&lt; SOB'/><author><name>Nancyew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273970513846723722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/SM4HsuzBWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZAsyFNpvBhI/S220/Picture+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgKKIOC9FQc/R5tHkvVWFTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k974KyA_7Tc/s72-c/PB270101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
