<?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-7682044726202266569</id><updated>2011-10-03T23:21:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The play that I've written for myself...</title><subtitle type='html'>"I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5720710446086946464</id><published>2011-01-05T19:11:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:30:22.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With pa at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was alone with pa at home that night. We were meeting a lawyer - Vin's ex -schoolmate, settling for mum's belongings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were discussing at the living hall, talking about a lot of things... Finally pa voiced out about Ms. K's presence. He asked me about my opinion about their relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At that moment, I have had told him frankly that I don't like it. I told him that I feel disappointed with him on what he had done to me and how he had handled the whole situation was ridiculous. I cried out. I told everything that had bottled up in my heart all this while. I told him that I am not accepting their relationship and the way he makes her presence felt was so hurt to me. I confronted him why he wanted to make everyone feels her presence, why he would wanted to bring her along to any family occasion and relatives' dinner. I made known to him that I hate the way how he had manage the whole situation. I blamed him on making me feel hurtful, making me feel embarrassed in front of closed friends and making me feel disrespect as a daughter. He is not putting his shoes on mind, he is not trying to understand my feeling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was so harsh that evening. I have make myself clear that I couldn't accept their relationship now. And I have made known to pa, that please do not try to do funny things in front of me again like bringing this Ms K along to wherever the family gathering or whatsoever with my presence. I told me that I will need to to heal as well to accept. I even told pa that I regretted so much on my decision to go back Guangzhou with him. I even told him that I am thinking of forgo the flight tickets and stay back in KL. I would rather waste off the money than putting myself in such a difficult situation, not knowing how sad and painful it would be in the few days trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pa was so shock knowing my intention. Pa was tearing listening to me. Now, only he knew how painful he had made me. He apologized and he asked for forgiveness. He is giving me time to accept and he promised that he would not force me or trying to be pushy anymore. He knew that his aggressiveness had me build up a wall between us. He is sorry and he hugged me... He promised that he would ask my opinion in future, if to bring Ms K along in any occasion with my presence. He would not put me in the embarrassment and he said sorry again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do not know, if my confession is painful to pa... But i feel a lot more lighter now. As least, I have no more nightmares about this lady anymore. I am not dreaming on how she breaks my family anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This confession maybe painful to pa, I am sorry. But dad, I need more time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5720710446086946464?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5720710446086946464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5720710446086946464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5720710446086946464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5720710446086946464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-alone-with-pa-at-home-that-night.html' title='With pa at home'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-6668005504696929610</id><published>2010-11-27T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:05:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A week past and Vin is coming back today. He just smsed telling that he is boarding on plane at 0845. Calculating on the time and flight should be arriving KLIA at 4pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was awake early this morning, over heard pa leaving the house at 645am. I woke up and realized he went back with his belongings dy. The mattresses were folded back and the bed sheets were taken off. His toiletries was all taken back. For the past one week, pa was here at night accompanying me. Sad to say, he was here everyday with Ms. K without failed. On the first two nights, he still called and asked me about dinner together. Ms. K even cooked a dinner at home and bring it over to eat together on Tuesday night. After that night, I was telling pa that I can settled dinner myself and let them settled themselves as well. I think he knew what I meant. I don't like to have Ms. K over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know pa has got a lil' angry with me on my attitude towards Ms. K. I always keep myself alone in the room whenever they arrived. I sensed it, pa is coming over is just because he had promised Vin that... I just don't know why... If he knows that I am having this reaction, why can't he just comes alone. Why must he tagging along with the lady? I know, I know Ms. K is taking good care of pa, but... that is their problem. She takes good care of him, doesn't mean that I have to accept her as part of my family. She is no one to me, she is just a stranger that I always tell myself to keep a distance of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even so, Ms. K is trying to be nice and understanding. I could sensed that she is trying to be nice with me. But I am so sorry that I couldn't accept you at this moment. Mummy is still so fresh in my mind. Mummy is still part of my life at this point of time. I still think, how good it would be if she is still around during Vin's this business trip... I would be able to go home having mummy's home cooked food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Now, I started to regret. Regretting of going back to Guangzhou with pa during this coming CNY. Pa is bringing Ms. K along as well... and I can foresee how painful my trip would be... I just don't understand, why I never see pa was doing this good to ma before?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-6668005504696929610?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/6668005504696929610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=6668005504696929610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/6668005504696929610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/6668005504696929610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-so.html' title='why so...?'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-1897198983361394121</id><published>2010-11-23T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:21:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling hurtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A feeling of loneliness in my last post... was happened on the day I first met her. My first impression I had on her during the unexpected met up was "You better stay away and don't try to get closer with me." I was back home for the ghost month prayers for mummy actually that night. Vin was not with me as he has to stay back at home to accompany my mum-in-law. I was alone waiting at Taynton, waiting for pa to come home and we'll go for the prayers together. Never did I expected, he was coming back with a lady. She is the so-called gf, Ms. K. During the night of prayers, I was all alone sitting at a side, pretending that I didn't see them and I was pretending so busy with my phone... where at that moment, my mind was totally blank and my heart was aching painfully. I was holding back my tears so painfully carrying mummy's altar with me following those elders for the prayers. Although pa was following me, I see eye contact of him with Ms. K was so irritating. I hate him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later that night, Vin came and fetch me home. He sensed something was wrong and he knew I was struggling with my emotions whole night. Inside the car, I was so quiet... my tears dropped. Back home, I straightaway run in to the bathroom and had a long cold shower. I went up to bed alone after that. Vin came up soon later, he was like knowing that I am deeply hurt. He held me back, cuddled me and I cried. I was so sad, I was so hurt and I am not believing this had happened. My pa, a loving husband and a responsible father I had all these years... he had ruined his good reputation all this while tonight. Mum have not even left us for a year, my pa is getting a new gf. I hate him and hate him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Mid-autumn festival was the second time we met. Pa called me early in the morning, asking me back home for dinner. He said Ms. K will be preparing the dinner at home. Reluctantly, I went home with Vin. I went home much earlier, I do not want my mum's kitchen to be conquered by another women. I wanted to let her know, although mum is not around, the lady of the house is still around, that is me. I prepared most of the things and making her knows that she is only a guest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mummy's anniversary was on the 9th Oct, am glad that pa still remembered that and he called to arrange the prayers at Nirvana. He brought some flowers and fruits, telling that it was bought by Ms. K for mummy. I know he is trying to tie us closer, but the more he does, the hatred I feel. I seldom going back home nowadays after knowing the existence of Ms. K. On and off, when I drop by Taynton, she is there at home with pa. This makes me feel uncomfortable going home, to the extend I am scared to meet them at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This few days, Vin is away to Beijing for a business trip. Vin will be coming back in a week, he told pa and asked him to stay over just to accompany me. At first, when he suggested this, I was reluctant and disagree. But to make him feel more relieve and not to worry so much of me, I give in. Pa came with Ms. K every night. They stay over together. I feel so uneasy with their presence at home. When they are at the living hall, I went up in my room. I watch movie myself alone. I have so limited communications with them, making myself a stranger even to pa. Today, is only the second day... Am struggling and how I am gonna go through the whole week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-1897198983361394121?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/1897198983361394121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=1897198983361394121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/1897198983361394121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/1897198983361394121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-feeling-hurtful.html' title='I am feeling hurtful'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-8699726799716091373</id><published>2010-09-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:34:32.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling of lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-8699726799716091373?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/8699726799716091373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=8699726799716091373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8699726799716091373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8699726799716091373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-of-lonely.html' title='A feeling of lonely'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-398532497198092331</id><published>2010-08-03T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:55:16.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never did I thought of, that there are lots of people out there are actually taking care and observing silently over my day to day agenda... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the last post, I received concerns over via the pages, via SMSes and some even called to check if I am alright. Thanks, guys... to whom they know who they are, I appreciate your concerns and I am fine. Life still carry on, I am still the usual me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-398532497198092331?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/398532497198092331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=398532497198092331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/398532497198092331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/398532497198092331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-all.html' title='Thanks all...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5673053614237599574</id><published>2010-07-28T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:47:41.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 7 months long... I still tear when I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have not been coming back here for quite some time. I have always wanted to update my blog, and yet... it was always a thought that kept in mind but didn't realized till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do not know why, i feel a lil' scare to come back here, I am afraid of reading back my posts, some time back... The posts that I have written on mummy's progress is actually sunken me down still, my tears would drops uncontrollably every time when i read it back. I was alone again at home last night, reading some of the blogs that i used to read... it reminds me of mine actually. Once again, I went through my posts and I cried. I still misses mummy so much... I have never thought that she would leave me so soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, incident had happened, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that was past. So many people had open up their eyes, not believing the "me" today, had grown up, independently and maturely handling all craps that happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On the bright side, me too feel, I'm grown up. Along this MIA of time, I have went through a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lot. Since mummy passed away, I am busy like bee. We had started our new house renovation soon after settled mummy's funeral. It seems, Vin wanna keep me busy and hope that would minimize my lonely time thinking of mum. We have been terribly tensed up during our reno period, as we wanted everything to settle by CNY 2010. Both of us were working non stop over the clock. We were chasing with time every weekends, and even every evening after work. Luckily, things were really as smooth as we hoped, we managed to move in on the eve of CNY 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soon after we moved in, we planned on our wedding ceremony. During the process, there were hiccups and disagreements... that's really made me think through how important mummy's role in life. I had always tell, i am so regret that mummy is not around me at that point of time. But fortunately, I have a very understanding and a caring hubby by my side. He is a bonus to me, he seems to understand my situation, he was so sweet that he would always make a step behind to compromise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My wedding on the 23 May 2010 at The Golden Dragonboat was a successful event, I would say. Lots of invitees had opened up their eyes. Relatives compliments and they changed their perception that I am no longer the daddy's girl. Both Vin and myself had managed the 75 tables of events very well. The programs of the night run smoothly as per scheduled. Thanked to all the best men and bridesmaid of their hard work and commitment for the whole day and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then, Vin and I had a short trip to Avilion PD soon after the wedding. We spent a 4D3N relaxing trip romantically. After the trip, I have got back to work as usual and the norm carry on. One thing different, is that both of us feel, we are so free nowadays. Maybe due to we had a hard time for the past one year, ever since mummy diagnosed with the sickness till she passed away, we continued with the house reno and wedding planning that ended all in May... an exactly "eventful" year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am married today. I am staying with my hubby at our lil' cosy love nest. Learning how to become an understanding wife, a responsible daughter and a patience daughter-in-law. Not to say that I am not having a good relationship with my "new" family members, but this is the way of life, I assume. I learn cooking, I learning taking care of the house chores of two houses, I learn to boil soup for both my men and I learn daughter-in-law-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Till date, I enjoy what I am doing now. Although, my hubby is always late from work and I have to be at home alone... I learn to accept and be patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everyone has left the office now. I am alone again, waiting for Vin to leave his office. Raining outside and I can see the traffic is terrible. Am thinking, what's for dinner tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5673053614237599574?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5673053614237599574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5673053614237599574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5673053614237599574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5673053614237599574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-not-been-coming-back-here-for.html' title='After 7 months long... I still tear when I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-8510519371609092883</id><published>2009-12-01T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:17:40.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:cursive, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-headline"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Helpless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-bodycopy clearfix" style="min-width: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Remember when we were 5-6 years old, when we were sick and vomited and all we can do is just stood there and cry for mummy? I’m in this situation today. I was walking to my room, suddenly I vomited uncontrollably and dirtied the whole floor. I feel very helpless at that moment. Besides keep calling for mummy, I really dunno what to do. Another 11 times of radiotherapy and 2 times of chemotherapy to go. For the next 2 weeks, I will be in such terrible condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;My gums are very swollen and painful. Starting from today, I couldn’t brush my teeth anymore. And I lose more weight. Another 1kg gone. My wound is inflamed and infected. I stay back in the hospital after I finished my radiotherapy to wash my wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mothers, they are just so great aren’t they? Whenever you feel pain, sorrow, mum will always be the one there for you. I want to be a mum too. After this cancer thing, it makes me realise, a girl no matter how still need a family, need a husband to protect and love her. This is where she truly belongs. So what if I will become a rich successful career woman one day? When I go home, I will still feel my life very empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to get married, be a housewife and have children. Being able to wake up by his side every morning is a blessing to me. Cook a simple american breakfast for my husband and my children then send them off to school. Happiness is just that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cancer is actually nothing. But the process of overcoming cancer is very suffering. Treasure your health and protect people around you. There was a new patient last week for chemotherapy. A young malay man around 28-29 years old I think. He’s married with a small child. He got nose cancer and the reason he got cancer is he smokes 2 big packs of cigarretes a day since his early teenage years. Value your life people! I dont understand why human are so stubborn. They know smoking, drinking, eat fastfood will cause cancer and yet they still continue doing it. When will people learn to love themselves I wonder?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got this article from one of the blog I read. She herself a cancer victim and she survived for more than 2 years now. Such a brave and tough girl I have in thought, she is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I post this writing here... just because i feel so helpless now. But all I can do now, is just to cry to myself silently while typing this. How I wish mummy is here, by my side... so that I can tell her how sad I am now and how fear I am now. I really know, I really learnt... being a mummy of mine, she was so great. No matter how sorrow the situations she had faced, she was calm and steady. Not like me now, I just know how to tears... trying to hide and avoid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-8510519371609092883?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/8510519371609092883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=8510519371609092883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8510519371609092883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8510519371609092883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/12/helpless-me.html' title='Helpless me'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-6378334920796348530</id><published>2009-11-03T23:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:41:23.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... it has been almost a month since mummy left us. Everything is still so fresh in my mind. Everything just like had happened few days ago. People still calls and asks... My answer to all concerns was, "No worries, im okay", "No problem, i can manage..." It seems so easy for me to say so, I thought I am really okay, and I thought I can really handle... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, I am alone at home. I totally have nothing in mind on what to do. I supposed, I have enough time to prepare a simple dinner at home... I was hungry and I supposed to get some munch of biscuits while waiting... And yet, I did not do any of the "supposed". I do not know where my mind flew to... I do not know why I am sitting in front of my pc doing nothing... till my food cooked in cafe world got over-cooked a few rounds... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I took the lil' diary in front of me... I flipped through the pages, I saw mummy's car license and a photo of her slipped between the book cover. I looked at the picture, this faces is not the one I am thinking, is not the one I have in mind all this while. The one that I have in my thought, is the look that she was weak and she was thin. The one that she has loses all her hair, she was bald...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I began to get myself recall her faces when she was still healthy... when she was still energetic... It seems a lil' hard... a lil' difficult... I am afraid that one day, I couldn't remember her faces anymore. I am afraid that there will be a day, I need to look at the photos to help me recall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you, Mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-6378334920796348530?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/6378334920796348530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=6378334920796348530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/6378334920796348530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/6378334920796348530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-226410472065583105</id><published>2009-10-19T22:39:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:52:39.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was just too sudden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5 Oct 2009, 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mummy supposedly going back to hospital for the 5th cycle of chemotherapy today. I sat at the dining table with her for the early breakfast. Aunty made ma some noodles, but she couldn't finish it as we can she she has no appetite that morning. Out of a sudden, I noticed her head yellowish under the light. Pa and aunty noticed that too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mummy was weak that morning, she looked very sleepy and tired. On the way to hospital, she laid herself down on the car seat and slept. Pa and I knew, there must be something wrong with her. We brought her to the Day Care Ward, nurses and doctors saw mummy and asked why she looked that weak... Only then I pulled down mummy's scarf, and I said, "Her head turn yellowish this morning. Is this shows something wrong?" The doctor got shocked and commented that this shouldn't be happened to jaundice as the chemo drugs that they are using has least infections towards the liver. They took mummy's blood for a test and while we were still waiting, mummy woke up and said she wanted some hot milo. I made her a cup of hot milo with a small lil' fruit tart. Around noon time, the blood test result shows that she was with the jaundice problem that she has to be admitted immediately. We sent her back to Ward 3B where she just got discharged from, the previous week on Wednesday. We couldn't get the single room of Room 27 that day, as all beds are full and had been utilized for most patients. Mummy were sent to a 4 bedded room with 2 Malay patients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mummy continued to sleep after she warded, Pa and I told her that we are going out for late lunch. She is still conscious and she said ok. We had a real quick lunch that day and rushed back. Pa went out to settle some of his work stuffs, I stayed on mummy's bed side to accompany her. I fed her with some hot milo after that. On and off, I gave her some sips of warm water. Suddenly, she woke up and said she wanted to go toilet, but by then, she is just so weak to stand and walk. I helped her to wake up, holding her body to stand. She couldn't wait and urinated with her pants on. I knew she felt bad... I knew she felt ashamed. I told, "No worry, mummy. I'll help you. No problem at all, mummy. I will change your pants for you." My tears dropped as I said... I knew this is not a good indication. I faster helped her walked to the bathroom, made her sat on the toilet seat and changed her pants. She was shivering there, she was already blurred minded that moment. I knew, cos as I said to her, she responded slow to me and sometimes she seemed couldn't got my say. After cleaning, I helped her to walk back to the bed and she continued sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pa came back soon after that. Nurses came and pushed her with wheels chair to do ultrasound on her abdoment. She was so stressful and mummy did not allowed the medical officers to do the scanning. She moved, she pushed away their hands and she tried to wake up. Doctor asked us to go in to calm her down. We went in, we comforted her and accompanied her by her side while doctors doing the ultrasound. After finished, mummy trying to push her pants down. I know she wanted to urine again. I faster looked for the potty but couldn't find one at that Ultrasound room. We couldn't find any nurses to help, pa got frustrated, and told mummy, "Never mind, we will clean for you later. Just urines with the pants on..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;We pushed her back to the Ward after that, we cleaned her and let her rest on the bed. Soon after that, nurses came in again, and said wanna bring her down for X-ray. I was so pissed off... "Why just now go down didn't do it altogether? How can she be moved here and moved there? She is so so tired and restless..." The nurses also dunno how to answer and ask if mummy able to step down to the wheels chair again. I pissed off for the 2nd time, "How do you expect she to move down to the wheels chair now? Can't you all send her down by bed?" They know I am so pissed off and they agreed to moved her down by bed. At the X-ray room again, mummy did not c0orporate with the officers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Once after the X-ray done, we faster went in to the room to accompany her. As expected, mummy had sat up on the bed wanted to come down by force. We did not know what she wants, we asked her... she did not reply, she only trying to come down by force. I know this shows she wanted to urine again. Pa faster went out and looked potty again. But she behaved so childishly, she wanted to come down even she knows she couldn't. I tried to make her understand, she did not get me. "Mummy, please don't like that. Mummy, you wait for a while. You stands it for a while." She couldn't understands me. I was so pain looking at her. I pushed her bed, she seemed to know that the bed is moving. She stopped. I continues to push the bed out, a nurse came and helped. She sat still on the bed. I hold her hand while I pushed. She became calmer then and once we reached the Ward, I faster helped her with the potty on bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;We accompanied her at her bed side till the late evening. Vin came, followed by Aunty and Sis Fong. I told Sis that mummy's condition was bad... and this would not be easy this time. Her liver is malfunction as confirmed by doctor. I cried and I was worry. Pa went home for shower and he returned soon after that. As usual, Pa stayed overnight at the hospital to take care of mummy. We went home at about 11pm. I was tired but I couldn't sleep well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;6 Oct 2009, 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I told pa last night that I will not going back to office today. I will go to see Dr. Nal for the MC. I reached the clinic half past 9am. I went in, and he asked, "Hi Ms. Lee, how can I help you? What happened to you this time?"... I sat in front of him, telling him I had gastric and shoulder pain. He asked again, "Is it pain or you feel bloated?" "Pain", I said. "You are so stressed, I can see. Tell me, what happened... Stress from work?" I shook my head... "Relationship?" I shook again. My eyes started to tear and I told him mum is in the hospital now. He got shocked and pulled his chair near me. Holding my hands, he asked me what happened. I know I was shivering that moment... I cried. I told him the whole story. He told me not to be sad and sent his regards to pa and ma. He asked me to call him of we needed any helps. He gave me 3 days of MC, knowing that I am the only child that I have to take care of mummy. I left the clinic and straightaway headed to hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reached hospital around 10am plus, i saw pa talking on the phone and he looked not right and Ma still sleeping. I went in the room, saw daddy's recorded down mummy's time of urines... almost every hour once. I knew, pa had not sleep for the whole night. Mummy got transfused with 2 pints of blood. Midnight one pint and when I was there, still half pint being tranfusing. I know pa looking at mummy tiring and worrying. Mummy did open her eyes once a while. I did fed her water and she still knows and responded. Due to mummy's respond seemed slow, doctor had schedule her to do the CT brain and Friday for CT scan on her abdonimal. Not long after that, nurses came and pushed her to the X-ray centre for CT brain. Mummy still couldn't let her mind rest, she tried to pull off all the wire that sticks on her head. She moved her body and so on. Those doctors gave up that she couldn't be scanned with her restless and anxiety conditions. Mummy being pushed up to the Ward again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By noon, Vin bought us 2 packets of chicken rice each. Pa and I ate and Vin eat the porridge provided by hospital. Doctors rounding came right after our lunch. They suggested to give mummy an injection to let her sleeps for few hours in order to get the CT brain later in the evening. However, they will decide later once discussed with the specialist. They left without giving any confirmed answer... Pa asked the nurses again whether the single room (Room 27) is available now... They said yes and mummy can be transfered in once the room is cleaned. Vin and I quickly packed up and get ready. Once we transfered in to the single room, we can see mummy rest more comfortably there. We let her sleeps. Doctors and nurses came by also did not disturb her. They just talked with Pa and I at the foyer. They told us, they decided not to give her the injections as this will only worsen the liver problem. They will let her sleeps and calm down by herself so that she be able to has her mind not to get too excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I got home around 5pm. Had arranged with Aunty Moy that she wanted to visit mummy to wait at home. I showered and had maggi. Aunty packed and she is staying overnight with pa to look after mummy. We went back to the hospital again around 7pm. Vin was there and we asked pa to go home for a shower. Since both aunties were there, I asked pa not to hurry. Mummy did not wakes up. But she knows how to drink when we fed her. Meaning, she still response to us. When comes to urine, mummy did not showed anymore signs to us. We kept on changing her pants and the mini bed sheet for her almost every hour. Pa came back around 1030pm. We stayed for a while and left. I left my car in the hospital. Vin and I sent Aunty Moy home first. We reached home almost at 1am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 Oct 2009, 8:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vin sent me to hospital early in the morning. I reached there, Aunty and Pa looked tired. I asked how was mummy last night. They told me, mummy cried for pain last night around 4am. Doctor injected her with some pain killers, only manahed to cool her down after 1 1/2 hour later. She sleeps from then till the time I reached, she never wakes up. When we fed her water also she did not swallowed this time. Aunty kept complaining that she felt so heart sick looking at mummy's condition. The way she behaved even made everyone sick and moody. She complaint to Sis Fong and Uncle Cheah. We have had no choice and do not want to wait anymore. Pa and I went down to look for Ms. Rohana. Unfortunately, she was in operation theater. Pa called to her mobile later, answered by her assistance. He left a message to her and requested her to return call. Ms. Rohana called back in a while and she promised that she will be visiting mummy soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms Rohana dropped by after about half an hour later. She called mummy but no response. Looking at mummy's condition she explained to us that they can do nothing but to depend on herself to let the liver return to its normal functionality. They can only help to drip in more fluids and antibiotics to help the liver flush out the toxic on its own. From the ultrasound and X-ray, she mentioned that no cancer cells has been spreading so far. So, it is not due to the cancer spreading. It is all because of the complication from the chemotherapy that effected to her liver failure. She explained, she will needs time to recover once the problem occurs in the liver. her tiredness and sleeping was due to the failure of the liver too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I requested if they can arrange the CT brain and CT scan to be done soonest possible. She promised that she would try her best to arrange for that. Pa left for a while to settle some of his work. As promised, Ms Rohana managed to arrange for the CT brain. Mummy being pushed in for it while aunty and I waited outside. She kept on complaining that she did not sleeps for the whole night... she was having headache, she felt drowziness and so on. I was so sick to listen to all her complaints. I just kept quiet. I have had warned her at first before she insisted to stay overnight. I told her that she will not have the chance to sleep in hospital. Now, she complained and complained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mummy did not opened her eyes anymore. Pa came back around 3pm. I sent Aunty home after that. I have got myself prepared that I will be satying in the hospital that night to accompany pa to look after mummy. I know, to handle mummy alone is not easy for pa. Vin knocked off early and got home. I have packed my things and head back to hospital again. We packed some dinner to had it together with pa in the hospital. After that, we asked him to go home for shower. Bro Wei came after that. I knew, he got suprised to see mummy in such condition. He cried silently when I told mummy that Bro Wei was here to see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, mummy urines and I need to clean and rub for her. I couldn't manage her by myself. I have no choice but to asked for Vin's help. Later then, Bro Wei helped too. Just after we finished on the cleaning, mummy urines again and again. She continues urines and wet, we continues cleaned and rubbed her almost every half an hour to 45minutes. Bro Wei and Vin advised me to let mummy had the pampers on instead of changing every half an hour. I said I dont want her to get soaked and it would cause bed sore sooner. Then they said, just to laid that on and not to stick it, that would not soaked. I requested for a pamper and I cut it nicely so that the corner part would not scracthes mummy's skin. Bro Wei left before daddy came back. Pa looked worried, I know. I told him I will go back to office tommorrow morning from hospital, Vin would be coming over to send me work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Since then, Pa asked if Vin could be able to stay there as well. As looking at mummy's conditions she is not very well. Vin went home and packed some of his stuffs and returned at about 1am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;8 Oct 2009, 1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mummy breather seemed started to be difficult and hard. She was breathing using the mouth instead of the nose. We can see, she was having difficulty on breathing and we requested for the oxygen assistance from the doctor. I had a short nap while Pa and Vin monitoring mummy. I woke up at 3:30 am. Vin had a worried face. He suggested to fetch Aunty over to hospital just to standby. That time, I had myself prepared that something worst will gonna be happened soon. I know, mummy was trying hard now. I walked out from the room for a breather. I sat alone outside the ward. I cried to myself that I do not hope it would happen that soon. I am not ready to have no mummy around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pa came out and sat together with me. He told me to be strong. He said we need to have preparation now. We would need what to do next if something really happpens. We discussed and agreed upon ourselves. We went in to room. Vin said it would be better he go back now and to fetch Aunty here. I have told Pa that I would need to inform Uncles and Sis Fong they all once morning. Vin left hospital at around 5am, while Pa and I monitoring mummy in the hospital. They returned to hospital at around 6am plus. I had informed Sis Fong and asked to come over immediately. She reached around 7am plus. We all know, mummy's condition is not good now. Aunty began to call to uncles and Sis Fong informing Bro Wei to be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Once the sun rose, doctors came and nurses attended. Medical officers dropped by, officers from ICU visited. We were been informed that mummy needed to be transfered to ICU immediatly as she was so ill and she needs more supportive system to support her. Doctor told us, that she is now so ill, they would do their best but hope we could understand that they would only able to perform their very best. We know, they are hinting to us... that to get ourselves prepared for the worst... My heart dropped. My heart was so pain... I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;There were so many doctors and medical officers inside mummy's room now. They were getting mummy prepared to be transfered in to ICU. When she being pushed out from the room, I saw a lots of tubes have been inserted... and I saw a tube with black color fluid coming out from mummy's body. I asked, "What is this? Why it is like this color?" One of the nurses answered, "This is the urine... Looking at the color, your mum might has internal bleeding..." My heart sunken deeper now. I told myself while pushing mummy's bed, "You gotto be strong. You gotto let mummy know that you will know how to take care of yourself, you must not let her worry about you anymore..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;We waited outside at the waiting room while the doctors got mummy ready and have all the system set-up inside the ICU. Visitors are restricted only during the visitors hour and only 2 persons at one time. We waited for about 1 1/2 hours, it came to 12pm. I went to the entrance and press on the bell... I requested to go in as mummy's family member. They allowed us, but to see the doctor first. Pa, Vin, Sis Fong and I went in. The specialist-in-charge came over to see us, explained that mummy's condition is critical. All that they can do now is just to support her with the equipments... Mummy liver failed, internal bleeding on the stomach and the heart weakened. She got Pa and I signed various of forms... consent form that we acknowledged we were aware of any worst consequences to be happened. Then, she leaded us to mummy's bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I cried uncontrollaby looking at mummy being put in lots of tubes here and there and there were lots of monitors monitoring her. Heart beat was slow, blood pressure was low, she was yellowed and bloated. I called her, she was not responding... but i saw her weeps... My heart was so pain... Later then, uncle and aunty came in one by one. Doctors requested for our contact numbers so that they will call us just in case any changes on mummy. We left hospital after 2pm, we had quick lunch and back home for a rest. I woke up again at 5pm, showered and be prepared to head back to hospital with Pa, Vin and aunty. Mummy had not much improvement. Doctors tried to let us understand that they are doing their best. We just have to be prepared. We left and our dinner was tasteless... Every's strangers phone calls made me scared and worried. We slept early that night, as if we know we will had a tiring days tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;9 Oct 2009, 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;We woke up early in the morning thinking of to source for some contacts for the worst preparation. We had our breakfast at Taman Desa and thought of heading to KL first. Right after Vin started the car engine, Pa got a call from hospital asking us to rush over immediatly. We knew, this will be the last... I called Sis Fong immediatly, told her to pick up aunty from home. Contacted Bro Wei that hospital called. We reached the 10 minutes before 10am. I walked so fast that I was so hurry and worried. Vin pull me back, tried to slow me down. He knew that I was panic that moment. He held my held tightly all the way to ICU. Once we reached, I saw inside mummy's room has a lot of nurses and doctors. The curtain was closed. I heard a lot of the beeping sound form the monitors. I was so scared, I was shivering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;A doctor came out and told us, mummy's heart beat had stopped once and they are doing the CPR to help her recover the beats. She may leave anytime and told us to be around. Pa had a last request that while mummy;s heart still beating, do let us to go in to have our last word to her. She at first refused as this is breaking the law. They would have to continue to do the CPR until the last breath not even to stop for a second. But they know and they understand, they excused themselves for few seconds. They let us go in, mummy blood pressure was at 24/10 that moment. I couldn't hold my tears... Vin hugged me tightly, Pa told mummy that he loves her... After that, the doctors and nurses came in again and continue their responsibilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;They stopped and came out about 15 minutes later, and calmly they told us mummy had her last breath at 10.18am. I listened to them calmly this time but my tears dropped. They allowed us to go in to see her for the last chance... I went in, I hugged mummy tightly and I cried. She left me without a word to me... She left me before seeing me got married customarily. She left before getting in to my new house. She left with no goodbye to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-226410472065583105?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/226410472065583105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=226410472065583105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/226410472065583105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/226410472065583105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-just-too-sudden.html' title='it was just too sudden...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-3993706544872275018</id><published>2009-09-29T14:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:59:19.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20092009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sunday, 20 Sept 2009, Buddhist Maha Vihara Temple - A venue that had mark a remarkable day in my life, another important date that have to be recorded in my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin and I had our registration of marriage today and witnessed by our families members, together with closed friends around. Both of us had get the preparation ready over the weekends. We went around town to shop for gown, heels and Vin's attire... and of course the most challenging task was to get my stuffs. My gown was one of the earlier task that we had went all places to find a suitable one. After that, my heels was another tiring tries and I couldn't find a pair until the last weekend before our ROM. He wanted to make sure I have the most comfortable heels to walk around that day, I have the most carefree gown with my lovely hand bouquet and my simple yet elegant hair stlye... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin's mama and his friends reached KL on saturday morning, a day before our ROM. We rented a house nearby for them to overnight. Aunty came to my house visited mummy and accompanied mummy almost for the whole day. Vin and his friends went out to get my hand bouquet of carla lilies. We ordered the bouquet a week before according to my requirement of how it being wrapped. Unfortunately, as it rained over the evening, my hand bouquet reached home turned yellowish. Due to carla lilies are so "missy"... Vin bought anoher 5 stalks to prepare for the worst. Who knows when the night comes, both the bouquet and the other 5 stalks were all turned down and yellowed. Vin quickly made a call to the florist and ordered another bouquet to be collected tommorow early in the morning. This time, with no choice, I opted for white roses instead to avoid any "emergency" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday morning, I woke up at 6 in the morning, got myself ready to go over to the rented house to be dressed up. I had made an appointment with my hairstylist at 7am. He straightaway got my hair styled and clipped up. Very simple yet pretty with a hair band... my hair was done in just less than an hour. After that, Vin's turn to get his hair styled while Sis Fong hepled out with my make-up. This was the most tidious part, where my eyes got so sensitive of all the eye products. My eyes keep on tearing, they couldn't get the fake eyebrow sticks and the eye shadow was getting thinner and thinner... They had applied and re-appplied and re-applied for almost 3 times that had taken about more than 1 1/2 hours only on my make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had my make-up being done, Vin had went out with YC to collect my new hand bouquet of white roses. They reached BMV at about 9am but yet, I am still not done. KY reminded that time is coming to 930am already, we got to leave soonest. We picked up daddy from home and straightaway to BMV. Sis Fong will be fetching Ma and aunty later and we do not want her to wait too long. I reached BMV about 10am. All my ji muis reached, waiting for my arrival... :-D I had Leai, Sue Ann, Yvonne, Equan and Calice present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma managed to attend my ROM happily... she reached the venue about 20 minutes later. We proceed to the ceremony once she reached. The ceremony started with lotsa our personal pro and semi-pro photographers taking photo shots... The Registrar read out the vows of marriage in front of both of us with pa and Vin's ma as witnesses. We exchanged rings and kissed each other... The simple ceremony ended with pictures taken together with the registrar and the new family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;We had booked 2 tables for lunch at the Cheers Palace Restaurants. Everyone went for the luncheon as well as Ma... She came a lil' late as Sis Fong sent her home first after our ceremony. We do not want her to get tired and too excited... so, we asked her to get home first. She attended the luncheon almost to the last dish... we were all very happy to see her. After that, the luncheon ended around 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And that, we have marked a history... Vin and I, the husband and wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-3993706544872275018?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/3993706544872275018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=3993706544872275018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3993706544872275018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3993706544872275018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/09/20092009.html' title='20092009'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-2727116542260002308</id><published>2009-09-08T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:47:20.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4th cycle of chemo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The 4th cycle supposedly has scheduled on the 2nd Oct. Due to mummy's condition was extremely weak... she couldn't make it that day. After coming home from the 3rd one, she has been sleeping all days long for about more than 2 weeks. She has lost her appetite, she has lost her energy and even she has lost her ability to control on her motion... We have thought of means and ways to help her stimulates back the taste buds... but yet, she feels everything bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On the 2nd Oct, we brought her back to hospital for the chemo, and as speculated, she is not fit for the theraphy that day. Blood test result came out that she was so weak to go through it... her blood count drops. For a normal person, they should have a 12 pints counts, for a chemo patient they should have a 8 pints counts. But mummy, had only 6. Doctor advises she has to take alot of protein to regain her energy and to raise the blood counts. But yet, when we thought of discharging her from the theraphy ward, doctor came by and told us mummy needed to be tranfused in 2 pints of blood, which every pint would takes about 3 - 4 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mummy has to be admitted into ward that night... We stayed and accompanied mum till late night. Vin and aunty brough dinner over. Pa stayed overnoght with ma in hospital and we went home at around 11pm. Things went on well, and she managed to come home the other day evening. The therapy has postponed to another week on 09.09.09. Hopefully, by that time, she able to recover better and is fits for the therapy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-2727116542260002308?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/2727116542260002308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=2727116542260002308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/2727116542260002308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/2727116542260002308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-cycle-of-chemo.html' title='the 4th cycle of chemo...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4008169605622601622</id><published>2009-08-09T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:15:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final payment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;We have got the letter from developer SHL saying that the keys handover is ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;YEAH !!! Vin &amp;amp; I went to SHL sales office at Sg Long yesterday, we paid RM 2,070 for the final payment. Appointment for keys handover and house inspection had made on next Saturday at 11:30am at Sg. Long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After inspection, the simple reno would starts. We will not have any major one, just some moving in of cabinets in rooms &amp;amp; kitchen, plaster ceilings, lighting and paintings. Myself is targeting to get everything done by November. So that, things can be get in the house slowly and completing before CNY next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yeah !!! I am getting excited ! I want a BBQ night just in front of MY HOUSE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;kekekeke... ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4008169605622601622?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4008169605622601622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4008169605622601622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4008169605622601622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4008169605622601622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-payment.html' title='Final payment'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-865834811649317536</id><published>2009-08-07T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:02:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a stressful week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I dont understand why... I dont understand why everytime I am the one always got scolded when she got angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sis WY came over this morning. I don't know what happened at first that mum scolded her downstairs. I went down and I listened. She just found an odd job somewhere near, yet the working hours are weird. She will only knock off at 2am after the shop closes. Thus, she wanna stays over night at our place, till morning she will goes home. For GOD sake, eveyone would knows, Pa will surely got angry with this, whatsmore Aunty will be coming over on and off to take care of mum. Mum asked me to duplicate our house keys to her... At first, I was reluctant but yet, can I not to do so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I believe, she told Pa about it, and he straightaway objected seriously. Sis WY did not came over, not even a night. I knew, Pa &amp;amp; Ma must had argurments just because of her. Why couldn't she understands that we are now all worrying about her and yet she gets things to worry herself. She still wanna make herself carries burden that she is not able to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;The whole week, Ma not only did not talk to Pa. She even did not talk to me. Why? How could she did this to me? What have I did wrong? I called back home on Monday afternoon. She straightaway bombard me... WTF??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ven: Hello mummy, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ma: Why do you care where am I? Is that important to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ven: *blurred* I just wanna ask, do you cook tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ma: I only cook for myself. You guys settle yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was like, what did I do again? Just becouse of the stupid things and you treat me like this now?  The whole week, she just treated everyone like enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really dont understand why. How come Sis WY would not use her brain each time... How come she would not thinks? Ma is now sick, and yet she still does stupid things and makes everyone suffers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-865834811649317536?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/865834811649317536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=865834811649317536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/865834811649317536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/865834811649317536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-stressful-week.html' title='I had a stressful week...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5526520237257931272</id><published>2009-07-28T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:36:01.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you Enough !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Recently  I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had  announced the departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing  near the security gate, they hugged and the  Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you  enough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied,  'Dad, our life together has been more than  enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish  you enough, too, Dad.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked  over to the window where I was seated. Standing  there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I  tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he  welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say  good-bye to someone knowing it would be  forever?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I have,' I replied.  'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;'I am old, and she  lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and  the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;'When you  were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish  you enough.' May I ask what that  means?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to smile. 'That's a wish  that has been handed down from other  generations. My parents used to say it to  everyone..' He paused a moment and looked up as  if trying to remember it in detail, and he  smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you  enough,' we were wanting the other person to  have a life filled with just enough good things  to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he  shared the following as if he were reciting it  from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun  to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray  the day may appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even  more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness  to keep your spirit alive and  everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain  so that even the smallest of joys in life may  appear bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough  gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish  you enough loss to appreciate all that you  possess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you enough hellos  to get you through the final good-  bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  then began to cry and walked  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to  find a special person, an hour to appreciate  them, a day to love them; but then an entire  life to forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  all my friends and loved  ones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you Enough !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5526520237257931272?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5526520237257931272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5526520237257931272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5526520237257931272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5526520237257931272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you Enough !'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-433919940345825028</id><published>2009-07-28T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:29:20.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; have found my dress finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A dress that I will be wearing during my registration day and also for the dinner to be held in JB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have been walking around the whole Sunday, from one shopping complex to another shopping complex and I've finally bought it. We bought it from TANGS Pavilion and it costs RM 499. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the front pose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/Sm8JcgTw5WI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BDhDl5Vt3zo/s320/DSC00204.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363516066535368034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the side pose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/Sm8JdPhBlJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iiqZY4r-KPY/s320/DSC00203.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363516079207453842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-433919940345825028?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/433919940345825028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=433919940345825028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/433919940345825028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/433919940345825028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dress.html' title='My dress...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/Sm8JcgTw5WI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BDhDl5Vt3zo/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-8004456265861104221</id><published>2009-07-26T07:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:15:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 25 July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;A busy saturday i had, with all scheduled marked as "DONE". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;As announced to pa and ma that we will be going for ROM soon, we submitted our form to the Maha Vihara Buddhist temple today. We met the Uncle Lee there, being briefed that on 20.09.2009, there will be a lot of couples gonna registering themselves too. We got  to be early, as the turn is serve as first come first serve basis and ceremony starting at 2pm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;After the form submission, we went to The Gardens to order our wedding bands. We walked in to Love &amp;amp; Co. Most of the sales person there had recognised our faces. The salesgirl that attended to us previously walked up to us, knowing which pairs that we have shorlisted, she took out and follows our eyes... We picked and choosed again, we tried again and we still got back the pair that we had last choosen the last time. The pair of wedding bands cost us RM 4,428.00... having some heart ache feeling, but yet it is "OUR" wedding bands representing the bond &amp;amp; commitment between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Later that, Vin said I gotto find a proper dress for the day and also to wear it on the dinner at JB. We walked from all shops in The Gardens to all shops in Mid Valley, yet I couldn't find one suitable. Terribly tired, I wanted to go home... Vin still dragged me into the MetroJaya. We walked and walked, finally found a dress that I liked so much. Tried it on, the size was one size bigger. There was a correct size but the it was a navy blue. We want it in white... Asked the sales assistance for a smaller size of the ivory color that I wanted, but don't have. We left our contact number to the sales girl. Hopefully when they found it and got the stocks re-order, they will call me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-8004456265861104221?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/8004456265861104221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=8004456265861104221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8004456265861104221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8004456265861104221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-25-july-2009.html' title='Saturday, 25 July 2009'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-7215664849381211336</id><published>2009-07-24T12:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:10:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy's hair trimming experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mummy's hairs starts dropping. It drops even more after the 2nd chemo. She wears surgical hair cap at home to prevent her hairs dropping everywhere... Sis Fong brought her to buy a wig last weekend. Comes home, she wears and she styles... Due to her hair falls unevenly, she looks a lil' unneat when we wears the wig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, I brought her to our usual hairstylist for a trim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When we reached there, the 2 trainees asked mum who is she looking for... they saw her wearing cap &amp;amp; mask, giving mum a very "weird" eye contact. I faster followed her at the back, I said, "We are looking for B***y." They saw me... recognised me as the frequent customer, they open the door and call for the hairstylist. B saw us walking in, quickly approaches us and welcomed mummy by holding her to the nearest seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I would say, B is a very caring hairstylist and he really know how to take care of mummy. He teaches mummy how to take care of her scalp, to use only mild shampoo, how to clean the wig and so on. I appreciate his professionalism that makes mummy feel comfortably sitting there without a cap or wig... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-7215664849381211336?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/7215664849381211336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=7215664849381211336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7215664849381211336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7215664849381211336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/07/mummys-hair-trimming-experience.html' title='mummy&apos;s hair trimming experience'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-7225037700674995968</id><published>2009-07-03T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:31:46.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the first chemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We brought mummy to hospital for the chemotherapy early in the Monday morning. All the way to the hospital, we were all quiet... myself having some kinda weird feelings, worrying the side effect that will happen to ma... I believed Pa and Ma were worrying about that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went in to the day care ward at 8am sharp. Nurses started to do all the blood test and injections. Later then, ma needed to be dripped with 2 tubes of sodium monochloride, only then follows by the chemo medicine. The whole process took about whole day, Pa and I waited at the hospital, accompanying mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mummy came out from the ward at around 5pm, she was able to walk as normal, i suprised. The side effect was not hitting that much... she has no vomits, but she feels the drowsiness. Back home, she has the appetite during dinner time, even she took supper with a cup of hot milo with biscuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A day after that, the side effect started... Mummy started to feel vomiting during meals, she feels deep tired and lost of strengths. I see her always on bed and sleeping. Her volume of meals taken in reduces. Her appetite is bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today, the 4th day after chemo. I see her improving. She feels like eating this morning. I called her just now, Aunty is bringing her out to have some noodles... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-7225037700674995968?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/7225037700674995968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=7225037700674995968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7225037700674995968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7225037700674995968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-first-chemo.html' title='After the first chemo'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4032288648866374157</id><published>2009-06-24T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:18:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... mummy's report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lotsa people called up asking me how is mummy's report and what is the result...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The lymph nodes has been diagnosed as positive... It is a cancerous cells. Mummy will need to go for a 6 courses of chemotherapy, follows by the radiotherapy and then have to consume for 5 years of the hormones pills to totally beat the disease. The chemo, she will have to do it every 3 weeks once, depending on how well she could takes it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Doctor says, if mummy able to take it well, and suffers not too much, she can proceed timely on the therapy. If she is not able to, the therapy will have to be prolonged, suiting her ability. Doctor mentioned also, she may vomits, she may feels dizziness or unconfortable after the therapy... She will loses appetite, feels plain and so forth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The first session will starts on the 29th June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4032288648866374157?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4032288648866374157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4032288648866374157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4032288648866374157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4032288648866374157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/06/mummys-report.html' title='... mummy&apos;s report'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-3062369664822994802</id><published>2009-06-18T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:27:20.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE hears my prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank GOD... Mummy's report on the ultrasound screening showed everything is normal and there is no cancerous cells spreading in her internal organ. What a relieve to know that... the only thing to worry about now, specifically is only on her next report - the lymph nodes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Doctor had once explained that, if the lymph nodes shows positive, it is very depending on which stage it is. If it is still at the very early stage, mummy still can avoid the chemo session. She can opt for oral medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-3062369664822994802?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/3062369664822994802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=3062369664822994802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3062369664822994802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3062369664822994802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-hears-my-prayer.html' title='HE hears my prayer...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4672009033151557931</id><published>2009-06-09T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:37:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still praying hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;26 May 09, 9:20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pa and ma went to hospital to get the biopsy report early in the morning. While I was on my way to work, mum called... "Are you driving now, Ven?" "Yes, called you back in a short while. I have no handsfree..." I called back, I sensed something not right... Mummy picked up the phone, and she told me she is admitting to hospital in the noon. Daddy will be accompanying her, asked me not to worry. From the report, mummy diagnosed with the breast cancer and she has to be operated soonest possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hung up the phone and drove back to office calmly... As soon as I reached office, I called back asked if she wants a second opinion from one of our befriended doctor. As she explained over the phone, as per doctor, it is confirmed that the lump is a cancerous cells and she doesn't want to drag... I cried. Daddy called back telling me to be brave and strong yet I felt helpless and empty. Pa ma asked me not to tell anyone, as they afraid the news will frighthen everyone as it is such a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Till noon, I couldn't bottled up anymore... I knew need to inform Sis. I SMSed her during lunch time, she immediatly called back and asked. I cried again as I explained... I felt so painful inside, I felt so helpless, I do not what to do. My tears keeps falling down uncontrollably on my cheeks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;27 May 2009, 10:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mummy called me from hospital telling me that she will be pushed in to the operation theater at 11am. I asked her not to worry, telling her I will be there went she is out from the operation. I packed my thinngs up in office, rushed back home meeting daddy, had a quick lunch and we headed to hospital rightaway. Reached there at the ward, at 3:10pm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I headed to her room, no one inside... I walked out and asked around from the nurses, mummy was still in the opeartion theater. I was so worried... why it is takes so long? Doctor once mentioned that the ops will only takes 1 - 2 hours, but now 4 hours had past. Soon after we went into the waiting room, we over heard the nurses saying that a patient is being pushed back from the OT. Pa and I quickly followed them and waited, mummy is on the way back to ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She was still drowsy, until she complaint she was hungry at about 5:00pm. Doctor dropped by once before this and she is allowed to drink and eat if she feels to, as long as she does not feel vomitting if she drinks. So, I gave her a lil' bites of soft bread and a quarter cup of plain water. Doctor came back and checked on her conditions after that, found out that the wound was swollen, suspecting blood clotted inside. After some doctors' discussion, informing daddy about the seriousness, mummy has to be pushed in again for the second operation to remove the clotted blood soonest possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The risk - mummy ate and the possibility of getting chocked will happen and it will causes pneumonia. If a patient ate, she has to be fast for at least 6 - 8 hours to ensure her stomach is empty and all muscle and organs die-down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6:30pm - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No choice, we have to take the risk... Everyone was very worried looking at mummy's condition. She was transfered to the "ICU", given the assistance of oxygen to help her breath smoother. Nurses were busy preparing the packets of bloods and platelets. Machines monitoring her blood pressure and pulse... Pa, Sis, Vin and aunty were all here praying for mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8:10pm - Mummy was being pushed in to the OT again. Expecting her to return to the ward at 10pm. We went out for a quick dinner. Everyone have no appettite and I felt not hungry at all. We rushed back to hospital and waited at the waiting room. Every single minute seems take so long. Mummy was still inside until 11pm, i began to worry and asked why it takes so long. Vin saw me could not sat still, I was walking around, peeping outside hoping that mummy is being pushed out. He came by my side, comforted me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11:30pm - Mummy being pushed out, we followed her back to the ward. Nurses transfered her back to the bed. She fall asleeps. Daddy asked us to go home and he will be staying over to look after her. We raeched home at 1am, showered, getting stuffs ready for tomorrow and I slept at 2:30am. A long and tough battle day is over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;28 May 2009, 5am - Mummy's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I woke up, bathed and Vin followed. We reached hospital at 6:30am, with myself having an uncertain thoughts, mixed feelings and mentally unrest. Vin was quiet all the way sending me to hospital, held my hand tightly... giving me strength. As we reached to the ward, I saw mummy sitting upright on the bed, waving outside looking for a nurse. I quickly went in and asked, "What do you want?" "You feel pain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"No dear, mummy wanna go bathroom... Daddy went downstairs for breakfast." I asked if she can walks, and she said yes. Thank GOD... I see her getting well this morning. She is getting better. I helped her to the bathroom and Pa came back. He said, "It's too early now. All cafeteria yet to open for business." Pa said whole night no complaint from mummy that she is pain or feel uncomfortable. She even came down from bed and washed her face in bathroom earlier. Seems like she is progressing well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I accompanied mummy whole day in the hospital. Vin and aunty came by during lunch &amp;amp; dinner. Soon later in the evening, mummy has transferred back to the normal ward into her own room. Everyone feel more comfortable and easy. Mummy still looks tired, she still sleeps and resting on the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For the following days, Pa and I took turns to stay back at the hospital to accompany mummy at night. Mummy got discharged from hospital on Sunday noon, she came home feeling blessed and happy. On and off, every two to three days, Pa got to send her back to hospital for check-ups and removal of the tubes that still attached on her body for discharge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10 June 2009, 9:30am - Daddy's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today, Pa is sending her back to hospital again for the ultrasound on the abdoment checking. This is to ensure if the cancer cells has spread around and to take pre-caution early. They went out early in the morning, I have yet to call them to check on the result. I hope everything goes on well, no spreading and mummy will not have to suffer for the unnecessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dear GOD, do you hear my prayers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Please spare my mum from diseases and sufferings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4672009033151557931?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4672009033151557931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4672009033151557931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4672009033151557931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4672009033151557931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-praying-hard.html' title='Still praying hard...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-9175816125816674771</id><published>2009-05-21T18:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:16:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So long... I have not bumped myself into the blog again. Reading back all the posts, it seems i am only updating it every few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to pen everything down since young into my diaries. Never did i know, that i actually have few books inside my drawer recorded all my histories. I only realised it when i trying hard to search back for an important date in my past, i flipped through all pages, i read through almost single words... then only i realised, i have actually grown up, i have been through a lot and that creates the "me" today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was actually trying to locate back the very very first unofficial "date" with vin. I wanna to use for our registration date. But sad, i did not manage to find it. It is not written in my diary, i am curious why it did not penned down... Anyway, vin and i still discussing on this, trying to find a memorable date for both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have confirmed our wedding day for the chinese wedding dinner &amp;amp; custom ceremony on the 23 May 2010. That would be exactly one year from today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking forward, we still have lots to plan and to decide. Getting marry is really not a 2 person thingy... byt its involved 2 families. Headache, headache, headache... but enjoying every moments of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-9175816125816674771?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/9175816125816674771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=9175816125816674771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/9175816125816674771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/9175816125816674771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long.html' title='so long...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4800365081397098703</id><published>2008-08-31T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:47:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of August '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wow... it has been sometime that I did not update my blog. The last one before this was talking about my bro whom left for more 3 months already. Well, talking about my bro, i did sent him at the airport and i was crying while he said, "silly girl, stop crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and off nowadays, he still calls and writes me emails. We still chat and shares like before. Recently, i am very uncertain and sad. I had arguments with Vin and I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin : No need wait for me for dinner. Will settle myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him and asked why didn't he tell me before he left. He just said, "I'm not coming back for dinner. Dont have to wait for me." I am so frust and said, "You should know where's the limit is. This is too much." I hung up. I am so angry and disappointed, that I really cant stand his attitude this way, I sent him a sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: You are not doing things in a right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: As always, i am always in de wrong. I am used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: Is this the way you doing things? Is this de way you handle the situation? Your intention shows that you are blaming me now. I have told you my worries. But you are indirectly giving me pressure to give in just for a new car! Is this the right way? Is this call discussing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: I have tried to discussed and try to gain concensus with you. You wanna me to listen to your view but whenever i raised my view you accept negatively. i never tried to force you to give in. But hope you consider and reach a consensus together with me. look back the whole process on how i handle this situation. I always try to accept your viewand realign myself. I give in and further try to achieve consensus with you. How is your respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Lets drop this discussion and i already gave up the intention for new car. This should be a happy situation. Not something like this. It defeats all purpose even you think i am forcing you. I swear it never crossed my mind to force you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: And i come out today not to show i blame you or force you to agree. I feel very tired and I need a breather and forget about all these, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: You need a breather. What about me? You just walked away from home in front of ma without a word. If you are not blaming, why dont you tell me when you are leaving? Is this the way we normally communicate?Have you tried to put yourself on mine? Is this the way you gonna treat me next time when we do not reach consensus n you need a breather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: Altho, i always give you negative responses. But which time i did not give in? When you wanna buy alpha, i object at first. But i give in at last. When you wanna buy psp, me too give in. And when you said gps, me too try to persuade myself. We are now talking about a big commitment. I need to make sure we can really afford. I am just thinking twice to make sure we are ready. But you think im objecting you. Who dont want to ride on a new car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: I am not gonna list out all the time where i did give in to you. All these leads to nothing. Just take it as i never mention before. You wanted me to listen to your concerns but have you consider mine? Lets drop this suggestion. I dun want later you said i force you to give in again. Try to think back on all this. No matter big or small i discussed with you before doing anything. This shows i respected you as you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Sometimes i also have my disappointment and frustration. You will always keep quite and ignore me. I am de one always make up and try to coax you back no matter what. I wish to be coax and hugs initiated by you at times. You will always mentioned my shortcoming but what bout de time when i am good to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: As i always said, im not those who yell things out when things are not right. You know this since de very beginning. This is me. I have been telling things out when im not satisfied. But when i voice out, you will too shows me faces and say im selfish. This word have been clinging on your mouth for so long when everytime there's disagreement, im de selfish one. Im talking matter by matter. And im not pulling old stories back kinda ppl. This time, you just walked out like that, is this de right way? We are staying in a family. Not only both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Fine. Always i have to consider bout you. And i consider bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: See, im selfish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: No i am in de worng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: You are saying like i dont consider about you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home not long after that. For the whole night we did not talk and there was not any eye contact between us. Do not know why, I did not cry this time. I dont feel like crying at all, only anger in me. Until the next morning, I as usual go to work and he too. He did not call me while on the way to work. And for the whole day, we did not communicate at all. When about the evening time, he sent me a sms to my DiGi number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Sayang, vin wanna apologize to ven for the bad attitude yesterday. Can ven forgive vin ma? Vin belanja ven for dinner tonight k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that, but I did not reply him. I just put my phone away and continue my work. I feel sad with his attitude. I do not know how should i respond to him and i do not know, is he going to treat me so in future when there is any disagreement among us. Not long after that, he sms me the same message again to my Maxis number and i replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: Was vin's attitude no good? Ven thought vin already used to it de?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Sorry Sayang. Lets not argue over it anymore ok? Vin at fault too. Vin apologize to ven. Really de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: Sometimes ven feel like you are not the vin i know anymore. You get angry so easily nowadays, and you can just treat me so cruel. Vin promised before, that you will not leave me alone. But what have you done? Now vin apologize, then you leave me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin: Sayang, i agreed nowadays my temper are real bad. I also know i get frustrated very fast. Vin agree to change Sayang. I will control my temper and remind myself not to throw bad temper at you, dear. Ven got to forgive vin only vin can change. I know i shouldnt behave like yesterday. Vin promise to control. Vin really wanna end this as the feeling after that is painful for vin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven: No next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vin: Yes dear. Vin promised. Later vin sayang ven, ven sayang vin back can ma? We dun argue anymore. Ven also change a bit can ma?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4800365081397098703?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4800365081397098703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4800365081397098703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4800365081397098703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4800365081397098703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-of-august-08.html' title='Last day of August &apos;08'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-2558964853525815458</id><published>2008-03-11T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:16:54.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My good colleague cum bro is leaving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The whether forecast for the this few days is cloudy, in my mind. My mood is dull and I see things so grey... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One of my good colleague is leaving soon for a better oppurtunity. He is leaving soon to grab a better prospect far far away from Malaysia. Do not know why, the feeling of loneliness and the fear comes to me so sudden, just like i am lost somewhere. I couldn't hold the tears when I was telling this to Vin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He, is the closest one to me in my tenure here. We talk about everything from A to Z. He is just like a big bro to me. He stayed back late just to accompany me finish up my work. He buys me coffee when he knows i am frustrated with my on-hand projects. All this, develops and until we formed a strong friendship. I take him as my buddy. He takes me as his lil' sis. He always calls me "siu mui mui" although from age, he is much more younger than i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now, he is going to leave. I feel sad and I feel glad. Im sad that he is leaving to somewhere faraway. But, I am glad that I knew him as my friend, my buddy and my bro. I wish him good luck and all the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-2558964853525815458?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/2558964853525815458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=2558964853525815458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/2558964853525815458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/2558964853525815458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-good-colleague-cum-bro-is-leaving.html' title='My good colleague cum bro is leaving...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-7827519182738009619</id><published>2008-01-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:07:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vin's proposed on my birthday's eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Saturday, December 22nd, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SINGAPORE, Shoyu Japanese Restaurant: A lovely boyfriend of a birthday girl had kneeled down onto the floor to proposed in a local japanese restaurant here, Shoyu. This couples came into the restaurants in pair with another pair of couples, YK and SH, known married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153132865956116738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4ObCgO0eQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1965OPqXH2E/s320/DSC06279+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When they arrived, a waitress attended them by giving a brief introduction of the restaurant, brought them for a visit to every of their "personalised" room. Each and every room comes in theme with colors; red, black, white and pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The two pairs of couples, enjoyed their light dinner with our few signature dishes in the red room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153133136539056402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4ObSQO0eRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hTpBZaJhcTU/s320/DSC06260+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153133265388075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4ObZwO0eSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IT1sc52EMTY/s320/DSC06262+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then, the peak of the moment happened. The two ladies were brought into the Black Color theme room, with a background of cherry blossoms. There, laid on the dining table was a plate if puddings and cakes with a candle lit up. The ladies were suprised, especially the birthday girl who did not expected the desserts at all at the very first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153133681999903026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4ObyAO0eTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bdJKPuGtICw/s320/DSC06333+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Came in, the prince charming of hers with a hand bouquet of dozens roses written on it, "Will you marry me". The gentleman presented the bouquet to the lovely young lady, whom was speechless at that moment, slowly kneeled down onto the floor. With a lil' box coming out from no where, he then presented her a diamond ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153134085726828882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OcJgO0eVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BkUID1aN500/s320/DSC06305+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At this moment, the speechless young lady was frighthen and suprised by all the sudden acts of his boyfriend, moved a few steps backwards avoiding the embarrassment. He held her back to his front and express out his words, "Sayang, will you marry me?" Poor the young gentleman, had expressed out a few times, yet he got no answer from the blushing young lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally, when he held her hand tightly, giving her the assurance... the lady nodded her head and he slipped the ring in to her finger. They cuddled each other tightly and that recorded the ever special moments for this young couples, Vin and Ven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OddQO0eZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wq9efRNsWYo/s1600-h/DSC06311+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153135524540873106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OddQO0eZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wq9efRNsWYo/s320/DSC06311+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OdUAO0eYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I0DNkB1geyo/s1600-h/DSC06308+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153135365627083138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OdUAO0eYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I0DNkB1geyo/s320/DSC06308+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153135902497995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OdzQO0eaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YaPbiVj_tLs/s320/DSC06285+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153136374944397746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OeOwO0ebI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W-fB8rPb7U8/s320/DSC06326+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153136598282697154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4OebwO0ecI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P_mxqUC3IQ0/s320/DSC06368+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153137152333478354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4Oe8AO0edI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Iz-t5gZEzNE/s320/DSC06411+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-7827519182738009619?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/7827519182738009619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=7827519182738009619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7827519182738009619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7827519182738009619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2008/01/vins-proposed-on-my-birthdays-eve.html' title='Vin&apos;s proposed on my birthday&apos;s eve'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4ObCgO0eQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1965OPqXH2E/s72-c/DSC06279+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-3326388110903798437</id><published>2008-01-06T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:52:54.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday with Bosco !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey, let's check out my birthday celebration's photos which I've taken with Bosco and my frens ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the family photo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152188664640731330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4BASwO0eMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VMpBGojAbdw/s320/1_207467229l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;singing birthday song...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152188930928703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4BAiQO0eNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qFN0LnMxcJI/s320/1_547140469l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cutting birthday cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152189356130466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4BA7AO0eOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e01Dfdh-E88/s320/1_356180088l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven + Bosco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152189553698961650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4BBGgO0ePI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eDR_7GvSidE/s320/1_800773052l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-3326388110903798437?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/3326388110903798437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=3326388110903798437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3326388110903798437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/3326388110903798437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday-with-bosco.html' title='My Birthday with Bosco !'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R4BASwO0eMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VMpBGojAbdw/s72-c/1_207467229l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4517794354207385522</id><published>2007-12-21T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:08:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year end suprises !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Been quite sometimes since the last blog. I have been quite busy recently with lotsa changes in my plan, my play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with my Langkawi trip. We had a wonderful trip. We had a very enjoyable trip together. Although, it was quite a short one, but it was enough for us to recharge and reenergize ourselves after all the hard days work. That was back on Oct then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2tvugO0eHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FUJY8fFOxi0/s1600-h/DSC05010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146329843917682802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2tvugO0eHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FUJY8fFOxi0/s320/DSC05010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twBAO0eII/AAAAAAAAAEE/DxHbwicKEz8/s1600-h/DSC05030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146330161745262722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twBAO0eII/AAAAAAAAAEE/DxHbwicKEz8/s320/DSC05030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twVwO0eJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GU9VHJftHx0/s1600-h/DSC05141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146330518227548306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twVwO0eJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GU9VHJftHx0/s320/DSC05141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twlQO0eKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Plvr5gTBuaU/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146330784515520674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2twlQO0eKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Plvr5gTBuaU/s320/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2txQwO0eLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QV5udRCWfEY/s1600-h/DSC04273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146331531839830194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2txQwO0eLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QV5udRCWfEY/s320/DSC04273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, to my own suprises, we managed to find our own home sweet home, finally on the November month. Vin and I have been looking and searching for our own home for quite sometime already... And finally, we got it. We are actually still busy preparing and getting things done for all the processes needed. Sometimes, we really got fed-up with the mini minor things that needed to be settled, hence I enjoy that little every moment to get it settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting our home sweet home is the first phase of our journey together. I want to treasure every moment of it. And lucky me, Vin is committed to every single thing we discussed and planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it will be my birthday suprise. This is my first time celebrating it with my bunch of primary schoolmates. Dont know why, this bunch of friends always make me feel wanted and secured, easpecially that single "lil' woman", always cheers me up. We started getting closed again since the beginning of this year. We had lotsa funs together throughout the year. She is the one who always cheer people up and 24/7 standby for all of us without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT, a happy go lucky girl. She has plans for everyone of us irregardless of any occassions. My birthday is not excluded. She knows I will be away on my birthday, so she planned it to celebrate earlier. And last nite, we had fun of it. And you know what, I had the celebration together with Bosco, the HK artist !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im now packing for my trip to Hong Kong tommorrow actually... It is winter now. I will be there for my birthday and Christmas ! Last but not least, I am going for the Andy Lau's concert too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4517794354207385522?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4517794354207385522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4517794354207385522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4517794354207385522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4517794354207385522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-end-suprises.html' title='Year end suprises !'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/R2tvugO0eHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FUJY8fFOxi0/s72-c/DSC05010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-725775246782684379</id><published>2007-10-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:29:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening at Pavilion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pavilion is the hot topic around town. The Gardens, Mid Valley on the other playing its name "sound" too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They are big, people say... They are grand and they are talking about high end and branded stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, me and sayang had actually planned going window shopping either in one of these two NEW shopping malls and we ended up in The Pavilion. We reached there around 5.45pm... Both of us just walked and walked around... Due to its floor layout, I found it not "window shopping - friendly"... hehehehe, as I couldn't find the shops i wanna go, the place i wanna go... The floor layout like hiding every shops one and another... made me feel a lil' tired and frusfrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Not forgeting to mention the brands that its carries, from Parkson &amp;amp; Tangs as its anchor, from A/X, Banana Replublik, CK Jeans, DKNY and even Giordano concept store. Also bringing in some brands from the southern region, the Lavender bakery... from Singapore, the Michael Angelo's and Soo Kee Jewellery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Enough introduction of its "branded"... back to my lovely evening with my sayang... *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dunno why, sayang brought me in to a jewellery shop and we looked for diamond rings. I tried out a few designs and sizes. I was wondering why... *grin* Is he going to propose soon? kekekek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes better not to expect too much or too soon. I have to stop my imagination here. Feel a lil' bit afraid actually. Do not know afraid of what. Afraid of what will be reaction if the day comes? Or afraid of having the commitment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After that, we went down for some food. We were looking around to fill up out hungry stomach. But due to, its just right the "buka puasa" time... everywhere is packed. We saw people queueing up to be seated. We saw people waiting hungrily for food to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we came to a Japs restuarant, YO! Sushi that has the least people. It feel the same old conveyer belt Genki Sushi or Sushi King. So, we went in. Price were range from RM3, RM5, RM8, RM10, RM14, RM16 &amp;amp; RM18 per plate. We thought the prices were quite reasonable... however, it proved us wrong. The average an eatable sushi plate are actually priced from RM8 and above. It is actually so so so expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After our expensive dinner with a half full stomach , we continue to walk around to see what can we buy back home for supper. We came to a shop selling donuts. The crowds were terrible and the quere were long. It's called J.Co Donuts &amp;amp; Coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpFESCkqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xzENOttYqfo/s1600-h/J.Co+&amp;amp;+Coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpFESCkqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xzENOttYqfo/s1600-h/J.Co+&amp;amp;+Coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118979866324412866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpFESCkqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xzENOttYqfo/s320/J.Co+%26+Coffee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118979359518271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpEmyCkqbI/AAAAAAAAACw/mNTANXeTjkQ/s320/J.Co.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Look at the crowd... These were the queue and I was one of them... hehe &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpFESCkqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xzENOttYqfo/s1600-h/J.Co+&amp;amp;+Coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You gotto have lotsa choices to choose from. There have lotsa flavours ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The almost empty trays with the varieties of donuts ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118983448327137746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpIUyCkqdI/AAAAAAAAADA/5T6X9oZxOZE/s320/all+donuts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Copa Banana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118984457644452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpJPiCkqeI/AAAAAAAAADI/shYecEPYxvg/s320/Coco+Banana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Berry Blue&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118984878551247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpJoCCkqgI/AAAAAAAAADU/rFNaVcqtbf8/s320/Berry+Blue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118985557156080162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpKPiCkqiI/AAAAAAAAADk/GpyoYTWjaFA/s320/Tiramisu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Mango...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118986042487384626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpKryCkqjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dv48M9_3qk8/s320/Mango.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this are MY DONUTS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118986467689146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpLEiCkqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SBVxFUuPxpM/s320/Donuts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After buying donuts, we head back home. We paid the parking, and you know what... The parking fees... how much it costs again? It was RM9.50 for only 3 hours !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All I shall say is that Pavilion is for those really with heavy cash !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-725775246782684379?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/725775246782684379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=725775246782684379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/725775246782684379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/725775246782684379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/10/evening-at-pavilion.html' title='An evening at Pavilion'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwpFESCkqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xzENOttYqfo/s72-c/J.Co+%26+Coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4661700041302424955</id><published>2007-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:16:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my "Fu Chow" style of breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sayang promised de other day, that he will bring me to have the red wine chicken mee suah... and I said "Red wine? No lar, its drunken claypot chicken..." But he confidently answered, "It's red wine chicken mee suah... You've got to believe me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okay... Let's go this weekend, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Fu Chow Restaurant just located somewhere around the Pudu market. Its a corner, renovated &amp;amp; refurbished old shop. The ambience is decent with an airy ventilation, clean and tidy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sayang ordered two bowls of the red wine chicken mee suah, two pieces of the pancakes &amp;amp; four pieces of the fu chow meat balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Look at this... This is really the red wine mee suah. It tastes something like the drunken claypot chicken, but it gives you some different feel, somehow... *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The portion is just nice that myself can finished the whole bowl. It comes with few pieces of chickens and some spring onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118271531728021906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwfA1yCkqZI/AAAAAAAAACg/6nvwn-kkfFU/s320/Mee+Suah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red wine chicken mee suah, fu chow pancake &amp;amp; fu chow meat balls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The restaurant in fact gives you lotsa variety to choose from... from curry noodles to mee suah, and there are types of side order for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The fu chow pancake is something like our chinese "chu yuk piang". Inside the pancake, there are minced meat, spring onions and... some lil' dices of dried oyster !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118271020626913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwfAYCCkqYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gm3TrPfXQHc/s320/Pancake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                              Fu Chow pancake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The price is also quite reasonable. The mee suah only cost about RM4 - RM5 per bowl. The pancake is RM1 per piece and RM0.50 per piece for the meat ball. This is worth a try for those who is obssessed with food. Somehow, this restaurant had been recommended by our local program "Ho Chiak!" and also been publised in The Star newspaper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4661700041302424955?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4661700041302424955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4661700041302424955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4661700041302424955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4661700041302424955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-fu-chow-style-of-breakfast.html' title='my &quot;Fu Chow&quot; style of breakfast'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwfA1yCkqZI/AAAAAAAAACg/6nvwn-kkfFU/s72-c/Mee+Suah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5526675822624274586</id><published>2007-10-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:27:33.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a long long week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its a Thursday today. Still another day of battle tomorow in de office. This week seems so long, seems so slow and seems so tough for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My schedule is actually packed with appointments every single day, but why? Wit lotsa appointment, my time shall run so fast... Why its still seem so hard to go through??? I had given a terrible training this morning... to a terrible client. They are really giving me problems everytime. Before I went for that training, I've got myself prepared with everything that I feel needed and not needed too. I've told myself, "Just be prepare for the worst, then my day will be better..." However, it turned out sour with lotsa ridiculous Qs and comments. Back to office then, received numbers of emails requesting this &amp;amp; that which I find it... waste of my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;arrrghhh... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5526675822624274586?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5526675822624274586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5526675822624274586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5526675822624274586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5526675822624274586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-long-long-week.html' title='its a long long week...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5969102999360270027</id><published>2007-10-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:25:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had my finger lickin' good KFC for dinner last nite ! *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5969102999360270027?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5969102999360270027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5969102999360270027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5969102999360270027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5969102999360270027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah.html' title='yeah...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-5862287544156058313</id><published>2007-10-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:55:46.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving for KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel like eating KFC out of a sudden. I smell it now, I taste it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwIUpCCkqVI/AAAAAAAAACA/BujQFLC3tC0/s1600-h/yummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116674821801158994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwIUpCCkqVI/AAAAAAAAACA/BujQFLC3tC0/s320/yummy.bmp" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was telling Sayang that I wanna have KFC for dinner tonite, but he will be late at the office again. *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think I just have to leave my "temptation" aside. Pa ma surely go for our usual dinner style. They are not really fantasizing fast food for their main meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KFC, there's where I want to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwIUSSCkqUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iuzMfAKK1tw/s1600-h/yummy+yummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116674430959135042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwIUSSCkqUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iuzMfAKK1tw/s320/yummy+yummy.bmp" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am so HUNGRY dy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-5862287544156058313?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/5862287544156058313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=5862287544156058313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5862287544156058313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/5862287544156058313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/10/craving-for-kfc.html' title='craving for KFC'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RwIUpCCkqVI/AAAAAAAAACA/BujQFLC3tC0/s72-c/yummy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-4734558132707780332</id><published>2007-09-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:07:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im moody today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colloeuges asked me why, my boss asked me why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvzQdiCkqOI/AAAAAAAAABI/d14xw5bjN-E/s1600-h/artist.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115192482558421218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="161" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvzQdiCkqOI/AAAAAAAAABI/d14xw5bjN-E/s320/artist.gif" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I am feeling moody, especially today. Been sitting in front of the PC for quite sometime. I wanna write something, I wanna pour out something. But, I do not know what to write and where to start. I've been thinking and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its a Friday today. I have an appointment for an interview on Monday actually. I cant decide whether to go or not to go. I feel is yet the time for a change, but I feel reluctant to continue working like this here... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang coming back late again tonite. Saying that his lady boss is hosting an open house today after the 'buka puasa' time. This means, leave me alone again at home, have my own dinner and wait for his return. Sometimes, really sick of the "waiting" process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a call from office, saying that this "P****** E**** C***" project having some problem. Lets call it "PEC". I dont understand why the PEC people always giving me problem, problem and problem... They are demanding and they are ridiculous sometimes, I think. Sorry to say so... But I really can't stand it anymore. Nevertheless, its a BIG project for the company and its draws quite a huge attention from the BODs, but its really S*CKS for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office again today, the last minutes request to get a JOB done happened again... I feel so suffocated, really. *arrghh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my post today quite a messy. Here a bit, there a bit... Just like my mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in the mood, today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-4734558132707780332?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/4734558132707780332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=4734558132707780332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4734558132707780332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/4734558132707780332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/09/moody.html' title='Moody...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvzQdiCkqOI/AAAAAAAAABI/d14xw5bjN-E/s72-c/artist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-8844938274414596310</id><published>2007-09-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:15:01.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really gotto be extra careful, next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I find myself kinda bad luck recently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've met an accident about two week ago, when I was on my way to work early in the morning. My car bumper went "kemek" and needed to be changed to a new one, that cost me few hundred bucks. Very kind of my daddy, that admitted my car to the hospital, and he beared all the medical fee of it. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today, from this morning I've met a "P" driver, that his skills are sucks. I followed him from behind, and he kept pressing the break non-stop. At a junction, he had a sudden break and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvuCFCCkqNI/AAAAAAAAABA/0qDguBG-PEY/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114824824767949010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvuCFCCkqNI/AAAAAAAAABA/0qDguBG-PEY/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost knock on his backside. However, luckily I was not following him nearly, that I managed to avoid that knock again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then, just now... I was picking up some laundry that I visit every week. I always make the same U-turn, and I always use that same old road. BUT, I met a new motorcyclist that dunno came out from no where, suddenly coming towards my car. I had a shocked and stopped. He came down from his two wheels and scolded me, saying I didn't drive with my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh my... I do not know how to respond, I just kept myself quiet, looking at him innocently. And I drove away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I told my sayang about it, and he asked me to pray more at home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-8844938274414596310?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/8844938274414596310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=8844938274414596310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8844938274414596310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/8844938274414596310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/09/really-gotto-be-extra-careful-next-time.html' title='Really gotto be extra careful, next time'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvuCFCCkqNI/AAAAAAAAABA/0qDguBG-PEY/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682044726202266569.post-7177716381246060442</id><published>2007-09-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:24:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have started writing since young. I wrote in a diaries. Little did I know, I have in fact collected a few books of my histories in my drawer. From then, I started blogging. My previous blog has been suspended for dunno what reasons... and that I am writing here. Most parts of my histories recorded down this "Prince" of my heart, from young till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been changing a lot these few years. There were ups, there were downs. But, no matter ups or downs, he is still there, by my side giving me supports and encouragements. Sometimes, when I looked back, its just like an interesting play. A play that I've written for myself, a play that I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel myself lucky for what I have and I had. But sometimes, I still blame for what I feel or I think is imperfect in my play. He always says I am demanding and I have a very high expectation. Towards my life, and towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I really so?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether am I really holding too tight. Is this because of I am feeling insecure, low self-esteem, or I have no confidence in him? I cant answer to myself. I have no answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he has been a good Prince of mine. He did the very best of himself to make me happy, to make me joy. He like to see me chuckles, he like to see me cheer. But my chuckles become lesser when we are closer, nowadays. I do not deny that I feel blissful too, but do not know why I do feel disappointed sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life... is my own play. There is always a conflict between two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;Whether too live it joyfully or not, that's my rule... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114517017346746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvpqISCkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yed0IUSXjdE/s320/Picture(10).jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682044726202266569-7177716381246060442?l=veneve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/feeds/7177716381246060442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682044726202266569&amp;postID=7177716381246060442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7177716381246060442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682044726202266569/posts/default/7177716381246060442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veneve.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-play.html' title='My play...'/><author><name>Veneve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740336044579295944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/TUJwcjAAHUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Mdlm7Y6hOqg/s220/179429_10150143757882652_721487651_7824109_2365157_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3MJV_N1bX4/RvpqISCkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yed0IUSXjdE/s72-c/Picture(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
