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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoY40tsKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ODqv8eNuxw4/s200/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329280510842482850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was invited to join the IEPSA Family day organised by the Postgrad students of Institute of Education IIUM which was on Saturday 25th. At first I was reluctant to go as I was in the middle of moving our things to the new house. However, after Sis Jem persuaded me, I changed my mind and thought that It would be lovely to meet my friends whom I had not met since I started working back in IAB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoZHIuwzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OTolm-waFd0/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoZHIuwzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OTolm-waFd0/s200/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329280514684535602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was fun and very educational especially for Arash. He got to meet friends from Africa,The Middle East, Maldives, Bangladesh and Indonesia.Though mostly could not converse well in English, somehow these children managed to communicate with each other.That's what I like about IIUM. Regardless of what other Malaysians said about the uni, I think it is the best platform for Malaysians to integrate with other Muslim brothers and sisters and accept their traditions rather than force these people to accept ours. Well done IEPSA committee members especially Sis Jem, Sis Enas and Brother Samsoo a.k.a Taki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoYWVMQqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Dba5Rnwjxek/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoYWVMQqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Dba5Rnwjxek/s200/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329280501583463074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoYsZXUhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ygyzkmuScRQ/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoYsZXUhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ygyzkmuScRQ/s200/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329280507506545170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-5942255998576960972?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/5942255998576960972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=5942255998576960972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/5942255998576960972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/5942255998576960972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/04/iepsa-family-day-part-one.html' title='IEPSA Family day (Part One)'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SfVoY40tsKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ODqv8eNuxw4/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-5511021951112067060</id><published>2009-02-26T19:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:36:31.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As a leader....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaaCm2_s8fI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yakpQXFCCjM/s1600-h/trap+in+the+lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaaCm2_s8fI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yakpQXFCCjM/s200/trap+in+the+lift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072815012049394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;As a leader, what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; would you do if some people are trapped in your office lift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Would you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A. Wait until the lift contractor come to open the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;B. Ask around for someone else to make decisions for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;C. Just pray hard and hope that the door would open by itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;D. Call the Fire Brigade to rescue those people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Time is ticking and these people are running out of air. You've been told that the door must not be forced open as the lift contractor was mad the last time you did that. The contractor cannot come quickly as the journey from HQ to your office would take one to one and half hours. Time is ticking and these people are panicking and starting to cry and bang on the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Suddenly, the air conditioner in the lift stop functioning. People are gasping for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;What would you do? Well, this leader in this real life situation said "Wait for the contractor." Wrong answer. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Reason 1: There were three people in the lift and they had used up the air very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Reason 2: It took the contractor one and half hours and during that time, these people could have died of suffocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Reason 3: So what if the contractor scolded you. Life is more important than the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Reason 4: If these people die, you and your organisation would be sued for negligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Reason 5 : You don't need a Phd. or any other paper to prove that you're clever at making wise decision. Just make the decision fast as you're the one who have to power to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Think again. Because you have chosen the wrong action, your subordinates have less respect for you as they think that you value things more than you value their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Personally, if I were the leader, I would call the Fire Brigade. But unfortunately, I'm not. I'm only a plankton who used to dream of becoming a whale in the deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.Notice the word blue ocean. Top people who are in MOE should know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-5511021951112067060?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/5511021951112067060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=5511021951112067060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/5511021951112067060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/5511021951112067060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-leader.html' title='As a leader....'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaaCm2_s8fI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yakpQXFCCjM/s72-c/trap+in+the+lift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-4981411401073161777</id><published>2009-02-25T21:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:13:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaVQLullcEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9-wAVlJpi-c/s1600-h/garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaVQLullcEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9-wAVlJpi-c/s200/garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306735898340454466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have been having pain in my right arm since three weeks ago. Been to a GP but all he gave was some calcium tablets and Tramil which I am totally allergic to. I didn't take the pain killer since it would knock me out completely. I would feel like a drug addict and would stay in bed from morning until night. Enough for me. Later, I had to drag Don to take me to Tanglin Clinic (near MGS) The doctor arranged for me to go for some blood tests as well as for physiotheraphy. Today I went to the first physio session. It was very educational indeed. I didn't know that the accident which I was involved in 20 years ago back in England would later affect my health. The session went on for two and half hours starting with therapist finding the painful areas,followed by putting a very heavy hot pack on my back for half and hour. It was pleasureful mixed with painful experience and I was quite bored as I couldn't move. After that he asked his assistant to put some stickers with some wires and submited me to the electric waves treatment. I felt ticklish as if thousands of ants were marching up and down my back. Before the session came to an end, the therapist taught me some exercises to do and warned me not to overdo things. This means that I have to say goodbye to my little patch of garden for the time being. I still have to wait for my blood tests result.Really hope it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-4981411401073161777?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/4981411401073161777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=4981411401073161777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/4981411401073161777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/4981411401073161777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SaVQLullcEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9-wAVlJpi-c/s72-c/garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-1078933948612479171</id><published>2009-02-17T13:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:26:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiU3iw6I/AAAAAAAAADs/sEYLjkk6OlE/s1600-h/Don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303635663783117730" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiU3iw6I/AAAAAAAAADs/sEYLjkk6OlE/s200/Don%27s+cousin+big+do.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I received a curious envelope yesterday just as I was about to leave my office. When I opened it, a beautiful card fell to the ground. A wedding invitation. But the names written on it were unfamiliar to me. Who on earth has sent me the invitation card? I tried very hard to recollect whether I knew this couple or not until my eyes caught the word "Daing" at the beginning of one of the names.Ah Ha! Got it. It must be from my mum's side of the family. I hardly knew them as my Dad wasn't the type to "Jejak Kasih" and therefore never got the chance to get to know them. However, they were very kind to send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiqi9dBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j9iFaFUKjTU/s1600-h/staff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303635669602366482" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiqi9dBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j9iFaFUKjTU/s200/staff%27s+wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me the card.Though I'm sure they don't really know my name. I am known as "Anak Engku Mahani"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; to them. Should I go? I don't know. Heck, I don't even know what to call them. Aunty? Mak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long? Tok Chik? Enda? etc, etc. What do you call your mum's cousins? What is the considerate time to stay at a wedding reception? Must I meet all the relatives at the reception or only a few will do? Argh, what should I do?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiqi9dBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j9iFaFUKjTU/s1600-h/staff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiqi9dBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j9iFaFUKjTU/s1600-h/staff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-1078933948612479171?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/1078933948612479171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=1078933948612479171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/1078933948612479171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/1078933948612479171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/weddings-part-2.html' title='Weddings (Part 2)'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZpMiU3iw6I/AAAAAAAAADs/sEYLjkk6OlE/s72-c/Don%27s+cousin+big+do.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-3417802964756110494</id><published>2009-02-16T13:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:05:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Up Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZj23QEphkI/AAAAAAAAADk/lRLhGujvOSo/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303259990296462914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZj23QEphkI/AAAAAAAAADk/lRLhGujvOSo/s200/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Sarah - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Leo (astrology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_(astrology)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (The Lion) (fire, fixed, social): Keyword: "I will". Generous, proud, theatrical, passionate, sunny, bright, kingly, powerful, loves attention, dramatic, independent, noble, creative, leader. Can be arrogant, bossy, boastful, egotistic, snobbish. From dates July 23 to August 22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arash -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sagittarius (astrology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sagittarius_(astrology)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (The Archer) (fire, mutable, universal): Keyword: "I perceive". Freedom loving, straightforward, extrovert, philosophical, intellectual, fun-loving, arrogant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Adventurous" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adventurous"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, expansive, optimistic. Can be blundering, scattered, careless, jealous, too-serious, tactless. From dates November 22 to December 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bringing up Sarah and Arash is like keeping two lions in a small den. You might never know when they can get along and when they can't see eye to eye. Once, both had an argument in the car, from KL until BP just over some leg space. Some times I was amazed at how I managed to survive sitting at the back of my dad's old banger with my three younger brothers. Yet we didn't make any sound. (My dad was very fierce.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess it's all sibling rivalry. I have to make sure that if I want to buy some gifts for them, the gifts should be identical. It's like have a set of twins instead of a teenager and a preschooler.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although Sarah is quite jealous of Arash, especially when Ayah is around, she is a responsible girl. In fact, Arash is more scared of her than I (the mother!). But sometimes she could get carried away especially when they have 'friendly wrestling'. (Imagine 65 kg girl wrestles with a small boy.) And mind you, Sarah is a taekwando yellow-belt  holder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arash is very cheeky person and always (like purposely) asking for trouble. He likes to hide the TV and Astro remote controllers so that none of us can change the channels and forces us to sit through his favourite TV shows. He is very extrovert and full of curiousity. Once he asked, "Mama, do trees fart? How do they fart?Do they smell?" I was like, Huh??? I was not sure whether he was joking or seriously asking these questions. In another situation, I brought Don, Sarah and Arash to my mother's grave during the Hari Raya. He asked,"Mama, who is inside the grave?" I answered,"Tok Mummy." He further asked,"Mama, can you open the grave? I want to see Tok Mummy." I was speechless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-3417802964756110494?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/3417802964756110494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=3417802964756110494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3417802964756110494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3417802964756110494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/bringing-up-children.html' title='Bringing Up Children'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SZj23QEphkI/AAAAAAAAADk/lRLhGujvOSo/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-3340433293218133381</id><published>2009-02-07T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:22:09.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House on Fire!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SY2WXz9xRbI/AAAAAAAAADU/o7-VxzMmwkc/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SY2WXz9xRbI/AAAAAAAAADU/o7-VxzMmwkc/s200/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300057672315389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have written this earlier. Yesterday, while waiting for the water to boil, I spent some time surfing the internet. I was so engrossed that I totally forgot about the kettle until Arash curiously asked, " Mama, what's the red light coming from the kitchen?" I jumped out of my seat and sure enough the stove was on fire. Managed to put out the fire with some help from Don.(Luckily he didn't scold me for melting his favourite kettle away.) While all these commotions going on, Arash went to Sarah's room to inform her about the fire,and guess what she said. " Akak dah tidur." Imagine if the house is truly on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-3340433293218133381?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/3340433293218133381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=3340433293218133381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3340433293218133381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3340433293218133381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-on-fire.html' title='The House on Fire!!!!'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SY2WXz9xRbI/AAAAAAAAADU/o7-VxzMmwkc/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-3283657700551082980</id><published>2009-02-07T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:05:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a very bad experience today. Went to a shop at Tesco Ampang to get a pair of contact lenses specially for astigmatic people. The salegirl was polite enough to attend to me until I asked for the price of the lenses. She went to a sales guy who was there and this guy turned to me and straight away talked to me as if I was making his life miserable. He was all "upper and mighty", using snobbish tone and looked down on me as if I couldn't afford to buy them. Straight away I walked out of the shop and cursed the shop. This is the difference between Bumis and non- Bumis sales people. The non- Bumis are polite enough to attend to you and manage to make you feel at ease. It doesn't matter if they don't like you or will talk about you but as long as it's behind your back, well, who cares. With their good PR, they will try to make you change your mind and buy anything that they offer.Well, I made this remark after having a lot of bad experiences shopping at the shops owned by Bumis. Come to think of it, I didn't notice any other customer in that shop either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-3283657700551082980?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/3283657700551082980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=3283657700551082980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3283657700551082980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3283657700551082980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='What the ....?'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-8114373147252041085</id><published>2009-02-06T11:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:02:55.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the cloud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqfyCDeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hBfhNikzGCE/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299526929198747106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqfyCDeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hBfhNikzGCE/s200/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzpxtivuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vg4hPRiWnNg/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299526916831887074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzpxtivuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Vg4hPRiWnNg/s200/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqDo7PjI/AAAAAAAAADE/zUT0KMhpEYs/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299526921644359218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqDo7PjI/AAAAAAAAADE/zUT0KMhpEYs/s200/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqDo7PjI/AAAAAAAAADE/zUT0KMhpEYs/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqDo7PjI/AAAAAAAAADE/zUT0KMhpEYs/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is very,very cold in Genting. It's nearly noon and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yet we still haven't seen the sunlight. Feel like I'm back in England &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;again. Check out the pictures I took outside my office. Took some time off while waiting for the files to download from the internet via our LAN (Lembap Amat Nak Nangis) Actually I'm multi tasking to save time and to avoid myself from drifting off to the Dreamland.Some of the Srikandi 85 asked " Is it cold up there in Genting?" Well, the answer is yes and no. Yes, it's colder than the lowland (where you are) and no, not cold enough for snow to fall (what do you expect, we are in the tropics).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-8114373147252041085?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/8114373147252041085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=8114373147252041085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8114373147252041085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8114373147252041085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-in-cloud.html' title='Up in the cloud...'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYuzqfyCDeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hBfhNikzGCE/s72-c/DSC01080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-8161033798490705313</id><published>2009-02-05T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:48:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot and Fluffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYqKMscp13I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z-Gb-RnZpws/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYqKMscp13I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z-Gb-RnZpws/s200/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299199862249215858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYqI8XPlHXI/AAAAAAAAACs/FxW5JNqfeAc/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Carrot and Fluffy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off springs of long-haired Ginger Tabby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are spayed and indoor cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like to wink at you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-8161033798490705313?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/8161033798490705313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=8161033798490705313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8161033798490705313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8161033798490705313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/carrot-and-fluffy.html' title='Carrot and Fluffy'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYqKMscp13I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z-Gb-RnZpws/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-555769089698710937</id><published>2009-02-05T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:53:40.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What do you do when you are stuck inside the hotel room when it's raining cats and dogs out side? Mama and Ayah are out in a meeting and Kakak is busy doing her homework.Want to find out what Arash did? Just click on the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="263" height="226" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db98c6fa94b1ec2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb98c6fa94b1ec2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852086%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E5190A589CA4C6021B4D65FCDA97DA8913CD5A.26BBA9B38128F4041F4D716CDD9314576AA8BA0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb98c6fa94b1ec2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9sZ_GXTCJSpOEjAKYp_n6cCVE4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="263" height="226" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb98c6fa94b1ec2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331852086%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E5190A589CA4C6021B4D65FCDA97DA8913CD5A.26BBA9B38128F4041F4D716CDD9314576AA8BA0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb98c6fa94b1ec2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9sZ_GXTCJSpOEjAKYp_n6cCVE4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-555769089698710937?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db98c6fa94b1ec2b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/555769089698710937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=555769089698710937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/555769089698710937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/555769089698710937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-to-do.html' title='What to Do?'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-8712922689718230357</id><published>2009-02-05T11:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:33:08.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack on slippers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpaBdzDz_I/AAAAAAAAACc/H_VG21Ndh4w/s1600-h/sarah+at+eye"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146892779966450" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpaBdzDz_I/AAAAAAAAACc/H_VG21Ndh4w/s200/sarah+at+eye%27s+on+malaysia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Came back from work yesterday when Sarah uttered," Mama, can I have a new pair of slippers?" "Why? Haven't I bought you a new pair last two weeks?" "Yeah, but look at them now. Fluffy has eaten half of the slippers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I thought only dogs will do that. Fluffy, the guilty cat, has weird taste. When other cats chase after ping- pong balls, he goes crazy over scrunchies (hair bands) as well as Japanese slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpacVc-2eI/AAAAAAAAACk/NxaSw_r1swo/s1600-h/cat-eaten+slipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpacVc-2eI/AAAAAAAAACk/NxaSw_r1swo/s1600-h/cat-eaten+slipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147354396350946" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpacVc-2eI/AAAAAAAAACk/NxaSw_r1swo/s200/cat-eaten+slipper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpacVc-2eI/AAAAAAAAACk/NxaSw_r1swo/s1600-h/cat-eaten+slipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Slipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-8712922689718230357?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/8712922689718230357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=8712922689718230357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8712922689718230357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8712922689718230357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/attack-on-slippers.html' title='The attack on slippers!'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYpaBdzDz_I/AAAAAAAAACc/H_VG21Ndh4w/s72-c/sarah+at+eye%27s+on+malaysia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-848336348017076216</id><published>2009-02-04T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:14:43.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be engaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYkwEZy9kpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GM2gWOFH3yg/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298819288780346002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYkwEZy9kpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GM2gWOFH3yg/s200/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time is ticking, the date is drawing nearer and nearer. Fendy is panicking away... "Titi, what should I buy? Should I give cakes and sweets together? Should I buy the engagement presents here in KL or back in BP? Should I buy the trays? Should I.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor kid. He was planning to be engaged much later but some how both our parents and Dila's thought it would be better to have the engagement earlier so that they can get married earlier as well. Hope things will work out well for them. Fendy has been duped by girls so often that he is very cautious about getting engaged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-848336348017076216?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/848336348017076216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=848336348017076216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/848336348017076216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/848336348017076216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/soon-to-be-engaged.html' title='Soon to be engaged'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYkwEZy9kpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GM2gWOFH3yg/s72-c/DSC00143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-7531974849767759919</id><published>2009-02-02T14:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:04:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Srikandi 85 reunion- a reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaY3MYsW8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ROpVAOobH8s/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaY3MYsW8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ROpVAOobH8s/s200/DSC01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298090085632990146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great event as expected. Though it ran a bit late than scheduled.Met Awe, Honey, Ogy, Anis, Ita and others. At first, I didn't feel like going to the event.Don said "It's just an excuse for these people to check out how successful each other is." Yeah right, coming from someone who had&lt;br /&gt;never been to a boarding school before. I managed to make some observations and noticed that each of us was successful in our own ways. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaY3Gim-vI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O19QUhMTQbs/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaY3Gim-vI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O19QUhMTQbs/s200/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298090084063967986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being successful students in STF doesn't mean that you will be successful academically later in life. Some are successful in the business life as well as motherhood. It's how you measure success in your own way. As for me,the one who was not so successful in STF, I consider my successes as a result of my maturing of thoughts and actions.Who could predict that someone who always flunked her Maths would one day be in the Ministry of Education, training education leaders.He,He,He. I wonder what Encik Khalid will say.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaagW1_XQI/AAAAAAAAABw/dXIM40-c09I/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaagW1_XQI/AAAAAAAAABw/dXIM40-c09I/s200/DSC01057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298091892326489346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-7531974849767759919?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/7531974849767759919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=7531974849767759919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/7531974849767759919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/7531974849767759919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/srikandi-85-reunion-reflection.html' title='Srikandi 85 reunion- a reflection'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaY3MYsW8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ROpVAOobH8s/s72-c/DSC01058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-3453972144529502499</id><published>2009-02-02T14:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:33:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaTCoPT47I/AAAAAAAAABI/ndDO4JygoLQ/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaTCoPT47I/AAAAAAAAABI/ndDO4JygoLQ/s200/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298083685018624946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good leader is someone who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;listens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinks deeply before making any decision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walks the talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;manages time wisely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is focused&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaRcc9K4pI/AAAAAAAAABA/B7xd-IJAyTg/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaRcc9K4pI/AAAAAAAAABA/B7xd-IJAyTg/s200/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298081929643090578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spends money wisely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;acts fast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sets good example to his subordinates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does not blame others for any mistake done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is responsible for his actions                    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-3453972144529502499?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/3453972144529502499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=3453972144529502499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3453972144529502499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/3453972144529502499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-leader.html' title='A Good Leader'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYaTCoPT47I/AAAAAAAAABI/ndDO4JygoLQ/s72-c/DSC01029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-8794121295121198847</id><published>2009-01-07T15:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:22:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings...(Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SWRlPFLTIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P7r_JZRGRMY/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288463172201816610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SWRlPFLTIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P7r_JZRGRMY/s200/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year let me start by writing about the most important event of our lives (besides birth and death). WEDDING INVITATIONS. Especially from strangers. This has always put me off many times. Not that I don't like going to the weddings, it's just that I dread dressing up just for the occasion. Sitting under the sun-baked tents is not my cup of tea.That and having to wear jewelleries just in case I bump into nosey people who like to make 'oh not so obvious' remarks. I'm not anti social (my hubby can vouch for that) but I don't want to be a hypocrite. Pretending that I'm enjoying myself when I'm not and this annoyance emerged after years being dragged around by my mother. In some places, husbands and wives have to eat separately using the excuse that men and women cannot mingle in public. Imagine a mother who has to take care of six children at the same time without the husband around to help feeding the poor souls. If I go to your wedding, consider yourself among the luck few. By the way, the couple in the picture is my youngest brother Khalid and his wife Shakin. They are expecting their firstborn in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-8794121295121198847?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/8794121295121198847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=8794121295121198847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8794121295121198847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8794121295121198847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2009/01/weddingspart-one.html' title='Weddings...(Part One)'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SWRlPFLTIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P7r_JZRGRMY/s72-c/DSC00811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-4956417321605041573</id><published>2008-10-30T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:09:15.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SQl4YEeAglI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cn8j8hzFQ8Q/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262869994470933074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SQl4YEeAglI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cn8j8hzFQ8Q/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wake up caller every morning. Won't give up until I'm properly awaken by nibling my toes. Likes to wink once in a while at you and goes crazy over a rolled up pair of socks. He will hunt them high and low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-4956417321605041573?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/4956417321605041573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=4956417321605041573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/4956417321605041573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/4956417321605041573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2008/10/carrot.html' title='carrot'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SQl4YEeAglI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cn8j8hzFQ8Q/s72-c/DSC00665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787874085925244616.post-8779736113486582574</id><published>2008-10-30T16:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:46:59.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Oct 2008</title><content type='html'>Whew... got it. My own blog. Been trying to come up with one but not being IT savvy it's quite a headache for me. Especially today when the carpenters came and did their thing with all the machines and what not. This house is literally falling apart thanks to the ever present of the army of white soldiers a.k.a. termites. Already complained to the person in charged of the housing but he replied "Oh, we've already put anti-termites thingy a couple of times." These termites are really great chompers. So far they already destroyed my collection of books dated from 30 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787874085925244616-8779736113486582574?l=ytten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/feeds/8779736113486582574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787874085925244616&amp;postID=8779736113486582574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8779736113486582574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787874085925244616/posts/default/8779736113486582574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ytten.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-oct-2008.html' title='30 Oct 2008'/><author><name>nettea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380630137345286939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ujj7J_2LBU/SYlWLBgwQwI/AAAAAAAAACE/CxAz2coqzVk/S220/mama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
