<?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-3854451</id><updated>2011-11-17T13:44:08.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunia ying</title><subtitle type='html'>the account of ying, her thoughts and emotions. high narcissism content.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-5833048380351553537</id><published>2007-10-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:02:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont ever wanna leave home..</title><summary type='text'>and here's the reason why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/5833048380351553537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/5833048380351553537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-ever-wanna-leave-home.html' title='I dont ever wanna leave home..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntKOKzlCno8/RwSBQbXzphI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0AZqAvsu5y0/s72-c/23-08-07_1508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-4018189224259982988</id><published>2007-10-03T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:01:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in front of the idiot</title><summary type='text'>Hi. Am now back at work, staring at this pc, trying to and pretending to look like doing work.Leaving Amir behind is soooo susah. But at least i'm leaving him with mama, in the comfort of her hse, with Zetty to hold him constantly. But I miss him no doubt. Whenever ppl ask me about him, i'll show them his pic on my mobile. Then i'll spend another hour going thru his picssss on my mobile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/4018189224259982988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/4018189224259982988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-front-of-idiot.html' title='Back in front of the idiot'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-5517205565944582507</id><published>2007-08-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:31:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing double</title><summary type='text'>Rozi, my cousin Jo's wife, delivered two days ago and now she's here, joining the confinement club. : ) How cool is that?? Having a buddy to go through this agony? Takdelah agony sangat, but it's still cool to have someone going through exactly what i'm going through at the moment. Although i must say, i pity her cos she went for ceasarian, which means she's in worst condition especially given </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/5517205565944582507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/5517205565944582507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2007/08/seeing-double.html' title='Seeing double'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-6622929375468119264</id><published>2007-08-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:44:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world</title><summary type='text'>Hi world,Yeah, i decided to blog again. My life has turned out to be more exciting now so that's why.I'm now a mother of a chubby little boy. Gave birth to him on 23 July 2007, 9pm at UMSC.Am now at parents house for my confinement (read : house arrest).Many things has happened since the little one, Amir Yusoff arrived. In fact, since he was conceived, there were many things i wanted to blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/6622929375468119264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/6622929375468119264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2007/08/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-115564755364288531</id><published>2006-08-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:12:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've escaped safe and sane..</title><summary type='text'>No excuse, didnt think of giving one either.. basically I just dont feel like blogging in a loooong while..The reason I'm here? Cos i need to create a live update of my daily work life - a log book of my 8 hrs of professional life. What better way to do it then blogger.com.So here I am, another blog up, another committment to fulfill (and conveniently forget..haha)Well.. new stuff1. I started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/115564755364288531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/115564755364288531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-escaped-safe-and-sane.html' title='I&apos;ve escaped safe and sane..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114762425048931650</id><published>2006-05-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:30:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the heart is..</title><summary type='text'>I'm back..Finally after two weeks of love-hate relationship with Turkey, i'm finally back in tanahairku tercinta.Overall Istanbul was great! Ppl are frenly, (halal) food are easy and tasty but €xpensiv€ and quite dry, views are breathtaking.. be it mosques, sky, guys.. sigh..but two weeks in the romantic city without my other half, can be just that, half the fun..I guess I'll let the excitement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114762425048931650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114762425048931650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114599509637894082</id><published>2006-04-26T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T03:59:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredisation Tirerification Tiredliness</title><summary type='text'>Hi, it's almost 11 pm here and it's been a loooong dayWe went to the local international trade center here for a series of meetingsssss...tak larat man.. imagine we were trying to get to know total strangers and their business in brief from 10am till 5pm straight..i guess i got a glimpse of what speed dating is like..but overall kudos to the local int trade dept, and the non profit org that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114599509637894082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114599509637894082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiredisation-tirerification.html' title='Tiredisation Tirerification Tiredliness'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114590014301316644</id><published>2006-04-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T03:36:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Mosque blues</title><summary type='text'>Currently blogging from hotel in Istanbul, which is right in front of the Grand Bazaar, talk about location, location, location...Work is going fine, as planned, in fact better than expected. And apparently the wateva** wasnt that bad afterall. It's a hectic schedule, we have at least 2 meetings and a factory visit in a day.. and since Istanbul retires at 7pm, our working hours feels like forever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114590014301316644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114590014301316644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/04/blue-mosque-blues.html' title='The Blue Mosque blues'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114529019227168522</id><published>2006-04-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:10:06.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New gadget alert!!</title><summary type='text'>Currently blogging using my spanking! new! laptop! via wireless! connection! at home! ie on my bed without all those hideous cables ..coolness or what??oklah jakun sikit..and yeah all these stuff did cost me few mths savings la.. but I deserve it, according to Mr.. who is a very big (influencing) factor for this unplanned acquisitionsbut looking at his excitement and enthusiasm at the PIKOM pc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114529019227168522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114529019227168522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-gadget-alert.html' title='New gadget alert!!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114476671957278362</id><published>2006-04-11T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:54:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali and Istanbul</title><summary type='text'>The trip to Bali was eventful. In short, we missed the flight cos silly me didnt know that our passport has to be valid for another six mths (thought it was 3 mths je). had to forgo the departure that day and buy another ticket for both of us on the next day at 4pm instead of 10am.. so rugi 2 hari.. and the flight that day got delayed for almost 2 hrs, by the time we reach Bali, it's almost 11pm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114476671957278362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114476671957278362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/04/bali-and-istanbul.html' title='Bali and Istanbul'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114304601986046981</id><published>2006-03-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:46:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Bali..</title><summary type='text'>..to make a baby!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114304601986046981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114304601986046981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-to-bali.html' title='Off to Bali..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114295300094364673</id><published>2006-03-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:58:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never know the true meaning of guilt untill..</title><summary type='text'>Cerita pasal semalam , cos i meant to blog this yesterday but didnt have time..ok, yesterday.. the stupid wateva** made us stayed at work till late. I went back at 9pm, leaving most of my staff behind for few more hrs..something i never did before...the leaving them part.I dont really mind la, knowing that i'm already 75% to completion of the tender submission, but when all these last minute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114295300094364673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114295300094364673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-never-know-true-meaning-of-guilt.html' title='I never know the true meaning of guilt untill..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114281946514877380</id><published>2006-03-20T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:15:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Get) Lost!</title><summary type='text'>Update.. Link in last entry tu silap... spoil je kan..but here's the correct one.Semalam layan DVD Lost, whole of season two.. sempat sapu rumah, lipat and gosok laundry, cook tea AND dinner over it.. PUAS HATI!!But I think I got overdosed, had series of nightmare last night.. plane crash la, unidentified monster chasing me in the jungle la.. weird dark places.. visions of this and that.. in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114281946514877380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114281946514877380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-lost.html' title='(Get) Lost!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114260728118843718</id><published>2006-03-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:29:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the World!!</title><summary type='text'>This kind of good deeds seldom happen here..So HERE people, go, be entertained and enjoy it!Hope it makes your day, it has definitely made mine!It's better than panadol activefast, i tell u..Thanks Naura for the lead!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114260728118843718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114260728118843718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/03/joy-to-world_17.html' title='Joy to the World!!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114104850171907999</id><published>2006-02-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:55:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye SJ</title><summary type='text'>Today whole family finally moved to this new township.And that means, after 15 yrs witnessing Subang Jaya develop and mature, we have to part. Thank God to the the massive ongoing contruction along its main veins, leaving SJ is not as bad as i thought it would be.And it's great that i'm working in PJ now, at least I still can get my monthly dosage of S.Parade trips on my way back. Dont ask me why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114104850171907999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114104850171907999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/02/bye-bye-sj.html' title='Bye bye SJ'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-114048865921565370</id><published>2006-02-21T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:25:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend this and that...</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend, we went to watch "Prime".. oklah..very 'relaxed' type of movie.I must say the escalator to GSC One Utama is quite a challenge for those who r afraid of height.Also got ourself a dvd player using the Jusco vouchers we got for the wedding. Best gila, just browse ard, pick up what we like, (which was the most expensive there mind u!) without much berkira-kira. Pull out the bunch of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114048865921565370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/114048865921565370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-weekend-this-and-that.html' title='Last weekend this and that...'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-113981908151882096</id><published>2006-02-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:24:41.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><summary type='text'>Hi again. I dont know how long this will last, but I'm giving myself a chance again..It's funny when I read the last entry I wrote. It was somewhere between a wedding preparation (ticked!), due promotion (ticked!), moving houses (ticked!) and an exciting new venture(ticked!).. and now here I am again, at quite a busy point of my life, in between another promotion, another house shift, another new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/113981908151882096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/113981908151882096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2006/02/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-111510956462112148</id><published>2005-05-03T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:39:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada lagi ke org dengar cassette tape?</title><summary type='text'>It's weird how I feel like picking up things that I have left for a long while at the busiest point in my life ( so far at least)So, here I am lah.. in between studying,  a due promotion,  wedding preparation, moving houses and an exciting new venture..At work,  we've just completed another project and now in a vacuum period (= redundant).. hehe.. Brought along my textbook but picking it up now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111510956462112148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111510956462112148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2005/05/ada-lagi-ke-org-dengar-cassette-tape.html' title='Ada lagi ke org dengar cassette tape?'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-111171835900324103</id><published>2005-03-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:39:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik kampong..</title><summary type='text'>It's tea break and naturally the office is damn quiet. It's interesting to see how ppl over here can be so very serious abt their tea break, it's almost like a mandatory activity, oi tea break, jom jom!I feel lost la at work today. Probably too excited about going back Kelantan tonight. It has been more than one year since the last time balik.. of coursela excited lebih. Afterall balik pun got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111171835900324103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111171835900324103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2005/03/balik-kampong.html' title='Balik kampong..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-111145796967670808</id><published>2005-03-22T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:19:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of ..</title><summary type='text'>Still alive.. busier, happier, bigger but everything else still the same..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111145796967670808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/111145796967670808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2005/03/return-of.html' title='The return of ..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109609302169108065</id><published>2004-09-25T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T15:54:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm speaking London man!</title><summary type='text'>Thanks Zero, i'm still here.Ahh.. where do i start. It's Sunday afternoon, the most conducive time for a nap, and i'm here in the office. Just got back from business trip to London. Actually was back since Tuesday but since I started work onWednesday itself, never got the chance to overcome my jetlag yet.. so i'll just say 'i just got back' till i've fully recovered. Anyway, it feels good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109609302169108065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109609302169108065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-speaking-london-man.html' title='I&apos;m speaking London man!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109262563357507618</id><published>2004-08-16T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:13:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AzieNovan's wedding and THE party</title><summary type='text'>Had a smashing weekend.Attended Novan n Azie's akad nikah on Saturday morning. It was a quiet and simple event, perfect if u ask me. Just as how way wedding should be. The hantarans, the dress, the make up, the invitees.. wish mine'll be something like that.. just that. I wish..Anyway, couldnt help feeling sentimental over the event right from the moment we arrived at Novan's place. Afterall,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109262563357507618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109262563357507618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/azienovans-wedding-and-party.html' title='AzieNovan&apos;s wedding and THE party'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109231078583628728</id><published>2004-08-12T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T19:39:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is wat i get for talking abt holiday too early in advancei'm still hereand driving her back pulak tu..urrghhh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109231078583628728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109231078583628728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-wat-i-get-for-talking-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109222020089768142</id><published>2004-08-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:30:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidayyy!!</title><summary type='text'>Byk refreshing stuff happening next mthWill be going to Spore for this medical conference/exhibition.. excited cos firstly, i'm turning into a biomed freak.. mcm jakun gila bila tgk all the equipments and their latest tech. never thought this industry interesting.. yelah, since pre-SPM my die hard ambition was to be a doctor.. me, doctor.. hahhaha... yeah, even my parents are still laughing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109222020089768142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109222020089768142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/holidayyy.html' title='Holidayyy!!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109213345723994783</id><published>2004-08-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:28:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is the bloody best policy..</title><summary type='text'>Apa nak buat ah kalau his ex is more lawa and he admits it again n again..Ok he admits it again n again sbb i asked him again n again.. just to get a 'politically correct' answer.. to no avail oviouslyI know physical beauty is skin deep, but then he didnt say she's lawa physically je. Sbb dah byk kali sgt tanya and got that err.. unexpected answer, kadang2 mcm dah tak kisah. But sometimes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109213345723994783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109213345723994783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/honesty-is-bloody-best-policy.html' title='Honesty is the bloody best policy..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109205103942212816</id><published>2004-08-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:30:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday</title><summary type='text'>still kat office. doing, of all thing.. printing.tinggal boss je, the whole dept dah blah. from here can hear guys main volleyball kat luar. bengang betul.. baru plan nak join this week. dah lama diorang ajak but tak pernah nak try and of all day, today yg rasa nak main, stuck here doing PRINTING.business plan season is back.. and this is only the beginninglast week pun same thing jugak, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109205103942212816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109205103942212816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/black-monday.html' title='Black Monday'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109178728819583202</id><published>2004-08-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T09:03:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's gift to ME!</title><summary type='text'>I'm mad abt this guy.. yes yrs after high school.. or uni.. i'm still mad abt this guy. Now dont tell me he looks like Leo cos that wont turn me off..The other day, he appeared on MTV alongside Halle Berry and i was jumping like a freaking teenage girl. In front of all my teenage brothers.. and Zetty..and Julee.He's simply orgasmiclah! I like..Takleh upload gambar la pulak.. next timela..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109178728819583202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109178728819583202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/gods-gift-to-me.html' title='God&apos;s gift to ME!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109143557543550369</id><published>2004-08-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:43:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak</title><summary type='text'>CIMA results are out.I passed one subject, and failed another.Weird how that doesnt affect me at all.. well, except for.." alamak.. duit lagi!"Even papa was indifferent abt it."How come fail?""Sbb tak pass""Emm.. OK, repeat jelah""Yeah, i guess"This conversation took place at the dinner table with brothers anxiously waiting for me to get wacked. Of course they were left puzzled, thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109143557543550369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109143557543550369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/08/rojak.html' title='Rojak'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-109048897983390582</id><published>2004-07-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:36:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan semasa bengang, dan buntu</title><summary type='text'>Waa... hebat, dah boleh upload gambar direct. ada quote, ada bullet list.. Kalau nak ikutkan hati nak menyumpah pasal kerja sekarang, rasanya vocab yg ada mmg tak cukup lagi.. I think it's fit to say that work/current project is driving us mad. I'm getting more opinionated on the madwoman, even in public. (All these while kutuk dlm hati &amp; private emails je.. hahah) Now, it has been established</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109048897983390582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/109048897983390582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/07/catatan-semasa-bengang-dan-buntu.html' title='Catatan semasa bengang, dan buntu'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-10898621815390314</id><published>2004-07-15T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:18:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There're several obvious reasons to be here blogging when the IN-tray dah macam nak roboh.. 1. The irritating madwoman ie Boss, is not around. 2. Alynn, my ex classmate in kys, just gave birth to a cute healthy baby boy (to quote the sms she send us). The mom is alhamdulillah healthy, and the baby.. kuss semangat!!geram gilagila.. terus rasa nak beranak..untill Alynn shares her experience in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/10898621815390314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/10898621815390314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/07/therere-several-obvious-reasons-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108919531990223049</id><published>2004-07-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:15:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently madly in love with my job. No, i'm by no means a workaholic yet, but i absolutely enjoy my 8.30am-5.30pm these days. The adrenaline rush i get, along with the piles of assignments is simply.. WOW!AND I'M NOT BEING SARCASTIC.. yeah.. scary huh?Just the other day i was so damn jealous of a fren of mine who's into unit trust blablabla. She's so into it.. and earning big bucks too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108919531990223049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108919531990223049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108841529155675163</id><published>2004-06-28T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:35:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ying. and i'm an AF addict..</title><summary type='text'>..and i dont mind being one. Afterall, given my social circle, i have nothing much to do on Saturday eve anyway, esp when Mr Dearest has commenced classes. And at least AF gives me another reason for me to lepak2 makan2 with frens on weekend, ie, i became less of a 'monogamist' ..haha... as if i need another reason for lepak2 makan2..First concert We were at Lish's, fully equipped with rounds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108841529155675163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108841529155675163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-ying-and-im-af-addict.html' title='i&apos;m ying. and i&apos;m an AF addict..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108789315382079438</id><published>2004-06-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:41:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u happen to know..</title><summary type='text'>Prove to me that this blog serves more than just my narcissism1. Where, in Subang, can i go for eyebrow threading and how much does it cost? 2. Where, in Malaysia, can i find ladies shoes in special sizes (10 and above)? Besides Princess shoes and Central Shoes on Jalan TAR and that corner shop on Penang Road.3. Where, in Klang Valley, can i find a good shoe-maker, that is capable of making</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108789315382079438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108789315382079438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-u-happen-to-know.html' title='Do u happen to know..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108737097802923615</id><published>2004-06-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:35:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of meetings</title><summary type='text'>We're currently working on this huge project. The thing with this project is it's a damn rush job, but it's too massive to let go. Yeah, my company is having the ego thing, i guess they bit more than we could chew this time. But wat do an ordinary exec like me know huh?Sitting in one of the zillions meeting (on this project) just now, i cant help but have a little escape from the hustle, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108737097802923615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108737097802923615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/wonders-of-meetings.html' title='The wonders of meetings'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108660690196108917</id><published>2004-06-07T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T08:40:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfession of a Drama Queen</title><summary type='text'>Didnt go to work today, had major diarhoea. Learnt that diarhoea not only cos all the excessive toilet visits, it also provide more time for unnecessary toilet-time weird thoughts. Heh.. Anyway, meet loser of the day..Had freaky dream about mr dearest last nite.Woke up early to give him a ring. No answer.Waited 10 mins, call again.No answer.It did not help that he is all the way up north</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108660690196108917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108660690196108917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/comfession-of-drama-queen.html' title='Comfession of a Drama Queen'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108633682711062898</id><published>2004-06-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T16:21:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's snowball</title><summary type='text'>Among many2 parents i know and befriended, nobody is quite like papa. He's hilarious, sporting like hell, unbelievably irritating and posses all sorts of quality magazines tend to describe a man, boy, father and son. Seriously, he's such a wholesome guy. And worse case is, he's a typical Kelantanese too.You know how conversation tends to lead from one thing to another. Papa being him loves to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108633682711062898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108633682711062898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/papas-snowball.html' title='Papa&apos;s snowball'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108623000994711116</id><published>2004-06-03T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T10:38:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby New house</title><summary type='text'>I'm back and no, i wont blog about Bandung, yet.There's so much to say about it, require so much emotion and i'm not fit for it right now. hehe..i'll give it three keywords for now though.shopping.best.gila.the holiday was marvellous. came back feeling totally refresh and not a worry abt my sucky exam papers the other day. in fact i forgot abt it altogether. hehe..Boss awarded me with a new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108623000994711116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108623000994711116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-baby-new-house.html' title='New baby New house'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108576720525331867</id><published>2004-05-29T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T02:00:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam, Holiday and Pontianak</title><summary type='text'>Exam sucks gila major..as always, wat else is newAnyway, going to Bandung tomorrow..hah!will story laterthat Pontianak Sundal Malam movie is o-k laaa..scary cos it's a malay/asian ghost, so it feels real, though the make up n everything is just plain.. foundation two or three shades fairer and lotsa red substance/liquid.but it's boring.. with restrictionsssss imposed by the authorities, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108576720525331867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108576720525331867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/exam-holiday-and-pontianak.html' title='Exam, Holiday and Pontianak'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108503414176919136</id><published>2004-05-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:22:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo</title><summary type='text'>Nak kata baik, tak jugak.But i deleted a long entry which manage to be online for few hrs just now. Abt this old man which is my clerk. Dont ask why. Probably i'm over it. Not that anything happened and that i've a different perspective abt him now. But feel better this way...try not to fill this blog with so much aversion. He's not worth a bloody entry anyway.Having said that, i still feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108503414176919136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108503414176919136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/undo.html' title='Undo'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108502567462696567</id><published>2004-05-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:23:11.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clerk attack!</title><summary type='text'>Deleted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108502567462696567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108502567462696567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/clerk-attack.html' title='The clerk attack!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108493434377166805</id><published>2004-05-19T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T10:52:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about goodies</title><summary type='text'>I have 2 goodies for all today1. 6 free tickets to Starlight Cinema, the open air movie experience happening next mth in Bukit Kiara. Just go, try ur luck, doesnt hurt a bit, takes less than 1 minute. It's so easy, Mr Dearest and I got 12 already! (yes, we're so kiasu)2. A true 'datin dosage'. I dunno if this is simply fictional (like the debate of Belle de Jour's blog) but it simply is, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108493434377166805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108493434377166805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/talk-about-goodies.html' title='Talk about goodies'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108478544316737061</id><published>2004-05-17T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T10:35:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart wide open </title><summary type='text'>Conversation with win last night and jenn'sweekly supplement inspired this.I was a serious die-hard chatter freak once, and that was not known to many. Hence admitting that i met Mr Dearest online on one fateful eve is simply not an easy task. Probably, yeah, the reason why is simply because i dont want them to be under the impression that i was desperate, and hence quietly, resorted to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108478544316737061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108478544316737061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/heart-wide-open.html' title='Heart wide open '/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108449600964698661</id><published>2004-05-14T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T08:53:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want..</title><summary type='text'>1. new bra(s)2. new spectacle3. a hair trim4. tailor made black pants5. an all-occasion lipstick6. kfc hot n spicy7. brisbane8. mr dearest9. UQ's pizzadesperate need of no 1 &amp; 2can do without 3, 5 &amp; 6 at the momentsimply unattainable currently - no 7 &amp; 9 sigh..time flies huh..it's already FRIDAY..in MAY..  MAY!!!8 more hours to go everyone...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108449600964698661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108449600964698661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-want.html' title='i want..'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108443656447587127</id><published>2004-05-13T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T17:11:02.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam and the new adventure</title><summary type='text'>rightexam is two weeks away and i'm only 70% through reading the chapters, yes READING thru the chapters. meaning to say about 30% of my course guidelines are still sitting nicely in the file, as good as new. in fact, at the rate things are going, some of my read chapters are also as good as new.. since i just skim thru them..i'm such a disspointment to myself..took extra 3 days of last week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108443656447587127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108443656447587127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/exam-and-new-adventure.html' title='exam and the new adventure'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108425009698316225</id><published>2004-05-11T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:58:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogger new spirit</title><summary type='text'>blogger baru cun siot!!dead bored with blogging latelyterima kasih blogger.comsemoga kita panjang umur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108425009698316225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108425009698316225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-blogger-new-spirit.html' title='new blogger new spirit'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108323108291037886</id><published>2004-04-29T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:59:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rezeki, dim sum &amp; more rezeki</title><summary type='text'>alhamdulillah, i've received wat i've been waiting (and expecting) after more than full yr of service. so, to celebrate, mama n i will be flying off to Bandung for 4 days 3 nites stay. i dont really know wat's nice there but i heard it's THE place for factory outlets. nice enuff for us!. afterall bila lagi nak bawak mama pegi on a girlie2 outing. dah kawin nanti susah. never thought i'd be able </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108323108291037886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108323108291037886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/rezeki-dim-sum-more-rezeki.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;rezeki, dim sum &amp; more rezeki&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108251503763191657</id><published>2004-04-21T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:42:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa, hang li poh &amp; 'the gift'</title><summary type='text'>thx to hetz for the pointer, i found Hang Li Poh and immediately won 2 tickets to the theatre (courtesy of www.kakiseni.com). thought of giving them to my parents for papa's bday (well i had the intention to BUY not WIN free tickets for them but rezeki..) but papa has some other plan that nite. so tak boleh and i've to get other presentla pulak (weee..i'll be going with dearest then!) well, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108251503763191657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108251503763191657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/papa-hang-li-poh-gift.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;papa, hang li poh &amp; &apos;the gift&apos;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108217282275197924</id><published>2004-04-17T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:36:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jolly good weekend!</title><summary type='text'>it's been a good weekend so farwoke up exceptionally early to a clean room and organised wardrobe (spent the whole thursday nite cleaning and re-organising), spent an extra 15 minutes snuggling with zetty (i just love the smell of her kiddies shampoo), went for a good jog around the area, pampered beloved mr waja with a long wash n scrub (had tough time getting rid of debu collected from all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108217282275197924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108217282275197924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/jolly-good-weekend.html' title='jolly good weekend!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108210442654559815</id><published>2004-04-16T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:37:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW BEGINNING</title><summary type='text'>i think i'm tired of this blog lathought of printing all the entries.. and shut it downlagi lama blogging, mcm lagi self centered. kadang2 bila baca balik, mcm.. e'eh.. minah ni.. mcm bagus.. hahabut today, as i was browsing jenne's fat msian girl (esp this entry) it strucked me la. i want to berkhidmat for the masyarakat (nevermind my language), for the masyarakat of the big &amp; fat especially</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108210442654559815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108210442654559815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/new-beginning.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A NEW BEGINNING&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108199838709954182</id><published>2004-04-15T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:39:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper chasing n me</title><summary type='text'>i thought i wont blog for sometime till i really have something to blog about..then i read pick yin's, and here i ampaper chasing. it is sick, reallyback in uni years, i try not to believe that pro papers are essentials for accounting grads. in fact, i still believe so. pro papers (ACCA, CIMA, CPA) are ONLY for aspired accountants and nerds. those who wants to be accountant, will HAVE to have</summary><link 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think i want to go into it. basically my car got stucked in a banjir kilat and that caused a dent in my savings account at the moment. dahla dpt surat from jpj on my way to JB from kuantan (via segamat). it's the plate number.. they classified </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108184135043950042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108184135043950042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-back.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;i&apos;m back&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108112735142523929</id><published>2004-04-05T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:49:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round msia trip - part 2</title><summary type='text'>this will be a quickieat the office now, about to leave for the second part of the round msia tripcolleagues are not moving, still glued to the monitors.. i told them not to come to the office first, it'll be never ending i tell u..aarrghhh.. nanti kalau lambat aku jugak tense on the road..breathe in breathe out..weekend was fun.. thx to girlfrens for the pig-out and gossip session.. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108112735142523929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108112735142523929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/round-msia-trip-part-2.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;round msia trip - part 2&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108087118612132913</id><published>2004-04-02T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:29:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round msia trip - almost part 2</title><summary type='text'>i'm backsuppose to leave in 15 mins, got my bag packed and everything, thought nak singgah office to pick up some documents and just to leave late sikit, nak avoid the morning rushbut boss tukar plan... cheh.. hari tu dah ok kan the itenerarynow suruh tukar mcm2 pulakanyway, be leaving again on mondaykl-kuantan-jb-melaka-pd-seremban-klmy colleague, a mother of 3 tu dah buat muka dahhari </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108087118612132913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108087118612132913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/04/round-msia-trip-almost-part-2.html' title='round msia trip - almost part 2'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108055515663629685</id><published>2004-03-29T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:30:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round msia trip - part 1</title><summary type='text'>i'm leaving tomorrowon my round msia tripboss revised plan.. after i counter proposedso going to big cities, jumpa the directors jeso it's gonna bekangar-alor setar-penang-ipoh-kl-kuantan-kl-johor-melaka-klwish me luckand pray for a safe journeyi feel all grown up now..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108055515663629685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108055515663629685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/round-msia-trip-part-1.html' title='round msia trip - part 1'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108019600786181683</id><published>2004-03-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:32:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer and sucker!</title><summary type='text'>for the effort that i've put in since last yr, and the $$$ i help to reap for the co, boss have awarded me with something i think i'm going to remember for my entire career/professional lifean all paid-for road trip around peninsular malaysia with 2 'girls'we're leaving next tuesday and the trip will take 11 days. it's my first outstation assignment. i'm suppose to meet all my clients, hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108019600786181683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108019600786181683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/soccer-and-sucker.html' title='soccer and sucker!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-108001824431917635</id><published>2004-03-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:32:44.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE2004 and ida's do</title><summary type='text'>Finally back to my normal lifeLast week, while the Malaysians are busy discussing, reading, blogging, debating and joking about GE2004, my family and i was busy preparing for my cousin ida's wedding. Nonetheless, most of ppl involved went back to Kelantan just in time for voting, so dont blame/praise them for the state's election result. In fact, we watched the result announcement very closely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108001824431917635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/108001824431917635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/ge2004-and-idas-do.html' title='GE2004 and ida&apos;s do'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107932537612870887</id><published>2004-03-15T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:33:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RM50</title><summary type='text'>yay! aku kaya!got RM50 for some transcripting work i did for my fren over the weekend.she's got some more coming..should cover bday present cho.. i know i'm overdue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107932537612870887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107932537612870887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/rm50.html' title='RM50'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107931294312869037</id><published>2004-03-15T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:34:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blablablahetztunangblabla</title><summary type='text'>Boss dua-dua cuti.Colleague yang patut replace boss, cuti.Colleagues yang lain, dua orang cuti.The sales team, semua keluar.Yang tinggal, the clerk, colleague yang just tau main share je, and me.Just wat i need to recover from my hectic weekend.Anyway, congrats to hetz on her engagement yesterday, which went well as i assureyou look very princessy in pink!may God bless you both..waaa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107931294312869037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107931294312869037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/blablablahetztunangblabla.html' title='blablablahetztunangblabla'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107907502158070372</id><published>2004-03-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:35:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>org kurus tak sedar diri! - part 2</title><summary type='text'>futher to yesterday's entry, i found myself faced with the similar subject again during lunch (not a good time for it, issit?) today. but this time with colleagues who equally detest those sort of people. having 'curvy people' with minds of their own, and 'reactive' mouth to match, as colleagues is REALLY just wat i need sometimes. even the size M lot are agreeable on this. "kalau dah ok, syukur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107907502158070372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107907502158070372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/org-kurus-tak-sedar-diri-part-2.html' title='org kurus tak sedar diri! - part 2'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107897449932785846</id><published>2004-03-11T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:36:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dasar kurus tak sedar diri!</title><summary type='text'>i HATE people who complain they're fat when they're not.you can complain about anything you want.it's your rights. fine with mebut complaining about something that isnt there is something i cant accept.especially when you toy around with the fact  especially when i'm battling a far worse senario than the one u created.it's a stupid insensitive trend u know, these for-the-sake-of-it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107897449932785846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107897449932785846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/dasar-kurus-tak-sedar-diri.html' title='dasar kurus tak sedar diri!'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107888849188164910</id><published>2004-03-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:37:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cho</title><summary type='text'>the fren i was talking about last Monday called just nowhe's organising a small gathering in mid valleygoing through the list of names.. i feel the urge to go lah pulakjust realised i've not met them for quite some time..maybe 7 yrs of time.. hehebut i couldnt make itcos tonite is my dearest bro, cho birthday..and we're having family dinnerhe's 17 today! getting older, and even taller huh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107888849188164910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107888849188164910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/cho.html' title='cho'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107882533742154641</id><published>2004-03-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:45:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogging has its pros n consbut between taking too much time off of work and justifying that my grammar is bullshit, i would indomitably defend that it made me aware of more stuff. first  things first, i became more aware of new words, cos i realised, while typing/blogging, my vocab is shamefully limited.i begin questioning myself abt grammar. the tenses, singular n plural terms and spelling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107882533742154641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107882533742154641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/blogging-has-its-pros-n-cons-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107880968017777575</id><published>2004-03-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:10:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i just totally blew it or wat???i just hate myself for these kind of thingslahjust now, this person from this company i've been dealing with was here for some discussion with bossthere was that guy (his the MD of the co), my sr gm, and a manager from another depti was just not in the mood to say hi and socialise with big shotso i just avoided the bunch,  literally hide behind my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107880968017777575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107880968017777575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/did-i-just-totally-blew-it-or-wat-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107872774117535403</id><published>2004-03-08T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T14:41:33.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i received a pleasant, pleasant surprise in a form of a phone call from a long lost friendthe last time we saw each other was way back in melaka, on our spm result day which was in 1997 (God i'm old!)i remembered we were making jokes about me doing accounting and him venturing into medicine course while looking at our spm results (it was a joke back then u see, me doing accounting course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107872774117535403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107872774117535403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-i-received-pleasant-pleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107847505064890775</id><published>2004-03-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:29:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as expected, i'm already bored with my new layoutsomething not right somewhere.. things are just too.. ermm.. blandwell, anyway, i sprained my necki dunno when it happened exactly. first it started with this uncomfy feeling..before i know it, i cant turn my head to the left, right, up and down.i cant even lift up my hand and opening my mouth is a serious torture. so i was on mc yesterday, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107847505064890775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107847505064890775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/as-expected-im-already-bored-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107819802786646492</id><published>2004-03-02T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:34:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happiness is infectiousmy colleague turn up at the office today as bright and happy as can begreeted me in an exceptionally higher pitchand yeah, she made me smile..cant help but feeling the same way.. though it's really about nothing but just her little perks in life..and ms p has finally arrived after 46 days.. fuhhh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107819802786646492'/><link 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year backremember how u feel a yr backread all ur archievesee all ur pics</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107812274316149622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107812274316149622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/day-2-part-2-this-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107810265197151382</id><published>2004-03-01T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:00:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day 2things are not exactly peachy and rosey but i slept well last nitewoke up only about 4-5 times..feeling empty and numb at the momentnot sure if i was happy or feeling lousy abt coming to work todayeverything seems to settle in the background for a whileanother week of workaiming for 2 chapters to finish by end of this weekthis morning i wake up exceptionally early in my prayers, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107810265197151382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107810265197151382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/03/day-2-things-are-not-exactly-peachy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107806622075490522</id><published>2004-02-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:53:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day 1i dont even know if i can survive todayi'm officially G.O.N.Etonight, i think i'll just cry myself to sleepaahh.. just the thought of it lighten things up a little..remember ying, this is wat u want (and this little kid on the left says it all..)goodnite dearhope u have a pleasant one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107806622075490522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107806622075490522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/day-1-i-dont-even-know-if-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107777151987870632</id><published>2004-02-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:55:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's this senior lady in my office whom at first, i thought, was a nuisance. but she turn out ok, well, maybe a total opposite. she's a super dedicated staff and a frenly colleague too. and she constantly stops by for a little chat. but not today. today it was a total bitching session (which i hesitate to participate, u never know really) about the mgmt. u see, the mgmt here is very much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107777151987870632'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107770128005973065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/finally-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107761421231446723</id><published>2004-02-24T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:39:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sound too happy for the first working day of the week</title><summary type='text'>i'm proud to announce that i'm, yet again, enjoying a meaningful and guilt-free relationship with food now. i had dim sum buffet lunch just now and maaaan.. was that great or wat?? colleagues are left with much satisfaction too - from the amt of food, and witnessing Nik in her true, uninhibited (feeding) nature (/capacity). finally eh?ok, i'm definitely fasting tomorrow..mama n papa are away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107761421231446723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107761421231446723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-sound-too-happy-for-first-working.html' title='i sound too happy for the first working day of the week'/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107715617100363183</id><published>2004-02-19T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:09:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ying have no mood nowadaysying is switching from too busy with work to too busy netsurfing too oftenying needs a new lookas if that would helpwat have i done wrong? i've halved my lunch and dinner. concentrating on protein, minimising carbs, lotsa H20. went jogging/walking twice a week, do weight at home (as how my late coach has thought me to do), i'm taking that traditional medicine which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107715617100363183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107715617100363183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/ying-have-no-mood-nowadays-ying-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107715708420421370</id><published>2004-02-15T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:20:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was valentinei stayed at home with my bros watching discovery, travel &amp; adventure, mtv, cartoon network and some dvds during the day. finished 30 boxes of ida's  wedding souvenir.come pm, one by one left the house..parents are already away with the little one and bibik..bf.. naturally with classes till late nite.in other words i was left alone at home on valentine. called hetz for help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107715708420421370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107715708420421370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/it-was-valentine-i-stayed-at-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107656776029096785</id><published>2004-02-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:11:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oooooo..shit!i forgot..i think my 'i-wont-fall-for-the-Vday-commercialism' mindset has gone a bit too far..i totally forgot abt Vday, well that does not matter now that i has set my mind to not celebrating it..but forgeting the whole thing is a bit too muchesp when i have a special one to at least 'mention' abt valentines day to.this makes me feel so un-girl.how can i ever be a good gf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107656776029096785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107656776029096785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/oooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107654896962763492</id><published>2004-02-12T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:25:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in love with yellow bmw. i saw one this morning.. sheesh.. lawa, cute, cool giler..and the owner HAS to be that lady i admire so much.. beautiful, smart, funny, softspoken and genuinely kind.darn darn darn.. i hate being jealous to a nice innocent person 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during weekend. mama n aunt prepare the room, flower girls and the dulangs.-got white rose from him. white. never realised how pretty white rose can be.-not celebrating valentine's-didnt buy valentine's card yet.. hehe-managed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107606050273407577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107606050273407577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-in-lousy-mood-offlate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107543380262838963</id><published>2004-01-30T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:56:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a week. so much to say on the last day of the mth. and so much to do before another long weekend.i'm taking tuesday off, to finish off my carry fwd leave. thurs cuti lagi.. i passed my first CIMA paper!!thank God! i was tossing n turning in bed last night thinking about it.. i was veryvery confident that i'm not gonna make the mark this time. and i'm not pulling one of those typical - ckp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107543380262838963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107543380262838963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107507878537580448</id><published>2004-01-26T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:01:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, end of part onethe merisik went smoothche long, ayah din and ida came to help and support. oh, i called hetz at the last hour, to "just check if she'd like to come and witness the whole thing".. hehe, ok, i was freaking out!!i can always trust my parents for small talks and little jokes here n there. that went smooth untill ida alerted that the mom is going to meet me in the room. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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difference if i were to sit upright or lie down when i'm on the phone or watching tv. it's just 6 cals/hr for God sake!now tell me u just hate seeing me having good comfy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107467555144061828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107467555144061828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/woooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107464821608478402</id><published>2004-01-21T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:25:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my nose ticksdo u know that? my nose ticks..whenever i pat a finger on it, it'll make sound like a ticking clock. (i'm doing it now just to check)and this is no news to some of my frens. in fact i've got one guy calling me the ticking-nose. oh well.. wat's so great about that. well, last nite, when i was watching ripley's believe it or not, i showed my bro, yeh, my believe-it-or-not ability. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107464821608478402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107464821608478402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-nose-ticks-do-u-know-that-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107406416913176085</id><published>2004-01-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:44:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oktoday i realised that good news are meant to be shared.and tak elok sorok2 benda baik pun.and thus, this is not a mere publicity, or just another piece of entry to spice up the chapters of this boring ying.blogspothis family will be visiting this CNYfor those not familiar with the 'adat merisik', dont worry, u're not the only one..and yes, it's still being practiced by many, including my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107406416913176085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107406416913176085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok-today-i-realised-that-good-news-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107397507950438130</id><published>2004-01-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T14:26:27.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look!me n Mr Gates are from the same clan! HAHA!Congratulations, Nik Norezreen!Your IQ score is 124 This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Facts Curator. This means you are highly intelligent and have picked up an impressive and unique collection of facts and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107397507950438130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107397507950438130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/look-me-n-mr-gates-are-from-same-clan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107389981165624768</id><published>2004-01-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T17:42:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're 2 yrs old!!well, maybe not, if we discount the undefined phase we were going thru, and that i was busy admiring someone else in aussie at that time.but since it's him whom i end up calling almost every nite, even during that weird phase, sometimes to update on the development of my crush (and thus spending a substantial portion of my scholarship for the international calling card..think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107389981165624768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107389981165624768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/were-2-yrs-old-well-maybe-not-if-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107387356671066814</id><published>2004-01-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T10:14:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just cant help myselfa good news is always worth a mention but 3 good news is really something!congrats shaz, hetz and myself. though it's really just the beginning, but who would have thought (it's not that impossible but remember we spend hours n hours - and jars of cookies - talking abt this in penang n brissie). us, sampai jugak to this point in life. and sampai around the same time lak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107387356671066814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107387356671066814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-just-cant-help-myself-good-news-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107363110338998212</id><published>2004-01-09T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:01:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u know u've surfed too much/enough whenYOU FOUND YOUR EX'S WEDDING PICTURES ONLINE!!!that was hell of a shock to me!!! though i dont really consider him an ex. not that i've much (NIL actually) going on emotionally..well, it was just a phase, but i found his wedding pics.the last time i heard abt him was when he told me that he has found someone else, n that the mom likes her so much, n </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107363110338998212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107363110338998212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/u-know-uve-surfed-too-muchenough-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107360961893337616</id><published>2004-01-09T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T08:55:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heart sank when i read this just now. May God bless her soul. wat's up with the world nowla.. cant help thinking if it were my own blood. cant help thinking about zetty. it must be hell hard to be parents and not paranoid these days i bet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107360961893337616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107360961893337616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-heart-sank-when-i-read-this-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107346013938114231</id><published>2004-01-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T15:23:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yea yea, dah confirm, ada orang nak dtg CNY ni!:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107346013938114231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107346013938114231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/yea-yea-dah-confirm-ada-orang-nak-dtg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107329172851086712</id><published>2004-01-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T08:57:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve a new officemate, whom isn’t a new fren. Welcome hetz, guess our fate n path is getting too funny la kan? I’ve got so many things in my head now. It’s one of those moments I want and will be as selfish as I can, indulging in my prob. I’m reaching dead end. My final resort, papa n mama has been consulted and yet I’m still blur. There’s no precedent case that I can refer to. I think no one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107329172851086712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107329172851086712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/ive-new-officemate-whom-isnt-new-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107300375229480675</id><published>2004-01-02T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T08:37:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oit!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107300375229480675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107300375229480675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2004/01/oit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107283742061784065</id><published>2003-12-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:06:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the last day of the year 2003my morning started off not too well..just had a meeting, a solemn one,i've never felt this before, but now i feel the sense of belonging in this dept, maybe not the co as a whole. but this dept, and the fact that all eyes are on us to battle the last hurdle towards meeting the buss plan.. eheh..boss dismissed the meeting with a bitter note, and no one moved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107283742061784065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107283742061784065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-last-day-of-year-2003-my-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107276845045138975</id><published>2003-12-30T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T15:54:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kenyang gilamy dept just had a makan2, good food, and lots of em.siap bertapau2 and ada lucky draw lagi ha..i have a minor problemmy officemates think i'm an angelso whenever i'm with them, they try to minimise making fun of our boss and usage of profanities.mind u, their vocab is something worth mentioning. and since my dept is very muhibah, we have them in all language ), even dialect(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107276845045138975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107276845045138975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/kenyang-gila-my-dept-just-had-makan2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107267374383051613</id><published>2003-12-29T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:27:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arrghhdah type panjang2 alih2 dunno wat happen, rasanya mcm dah save, pun tak kluar..watevala. i was blabbing about my not so relaxing holiday in langkawi. let me just summarised everyhting - the island is overrated, indah kabar dari rupa. i'll continue when i feel like it later. but then did some shopping jugakla. papa belanja a new pair of adidas shoes, bukan on sale pun, bukan murah sgt ke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107267374383051613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107267374383051613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/arrghh-dah-type-panjang2-alih2-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107206097472299767</id><published>2003-12-22T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T10:44:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>siot betul leave application tak go through lagidah apply last week but boss mcm tak nak kasi je..i'm not that fond of langkawi but it's a break.. and a family holiday..jgnla buat t**k wahai boss..watched LOTR3!!!!..kes nak tgk movie tu sampai gaduh2 ngan bf.. ahahahaactuallynya tak kisah sgt if tak tgk this week, but since i'll be away from wed to sun (if cuti got through) and dia takde </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107206097472299767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107206097472299767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/siot-betul-leave-application-tak-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107179614844712732</id><published>2003-12-19T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T09:10:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a very smoothsailing day at the office yesterday, sempat buat a bit of spring cleaning resulting in another 3 ambitous new files for a more systematic ying. then at 5.30, i made that call, and whammm.. just like that, that guy spoilt everything.wont elaborate, cos it's business matter, but he was shouting at me, and at this particular point of time even criticise my work attitude, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107179614844712732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107179614844712732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-had-very-smoothsailing-day-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107163018795911949</id><published>2003-12-17T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T11:04:20.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>policy not to blog during office hrs - takpe, now tea breakthis just came in! and each blogger tend to angkat bakul once in a whilei know this guy (a superior) is very fond of me. hehe. he drops by once in a while to say hello, and since we are working on the same project it's quite understandable la. ade jelah benda nak tegur. he even mailed and complemented on my presentation the other day,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107163018795911949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107163018795911949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/policy-not-to-blog-during-office-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107162905639155386</id><published>2003-12-17T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T10:45:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm setting myself on the right track(i need this kind of reassuring once in a while)i have an online diet planner now it documents my food intake daily and compare the portion with wat i should be havingit even shows when i am expected to reach my targetit's kinda simple, frenly, with a booster like 'you're doing great!' whenever your portion is less or just as right as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107162905639155386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107162905639155386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-think-im-setting-myself-on-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107158880351695540</id><published>2003-12-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:34:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm tired, and sleepy.but i wont sleep. i cant actually.bf is studying. belum apa2 dah exam. and belum apa2 nanti, another exam..and the cycle begins. and i'm not included. so here i am sitting in the corner, online from home, surfing my frenster page after so long, ever since company has rated it an adult site, hence charting me in the list of internet abuser..hoping that some frens out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107158880351695540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107158880351695540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107148096106399922</id><published>2003-12-15T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:23:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, the co has set a new policy and snatched my internet freedom n privileges from me (ok, it’s company wide, but I think I fall into the ‘most affected’ category). Fine, so be it. Almost 1 year down, 4 to go anyway. Hopefully I’ll have enough money by the end of it to open up a daycare centre and live happily ever after. Like come on, I’m sure that can pay me as much (Projection from reliable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107148096106399922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107148096106399922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok-co-has-set-new-policy-and-snatched.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854451.post-107060988031188773</id><published>2003-12-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:38:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i heard from many ppl and self improvement talks that if u wish, aim, or working on something, announce it.even if no one cares, the act of telling urself about it, literally, is the best start to it.I AM GOING TO LOOSE WEIGHT.I AM GOING TO MAKE IT A POINT TO SWIM, JOG AND DANCE AT LEAST ONCE EACH EVERY WEEK. I AM GOING TO DRINK LOTS AND LOTS OF PLAIN WATER.I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE DINNER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107060988031188773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3854451/posts/default/107060988031188773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-heard-from-many-ppl-and-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikmummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
