<?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-8397996833459470788</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:56:16.875+08:00</updated><category term='Pure Ramblings'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Great Quotes'/><category term='My Faith'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Things that I find interesting'/><category term='From Old Blog'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Musings of a Confused Muse</title><subtitle type='html'>One who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; one who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5775574977832262602</id><published>2009-12-23T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:42:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Just a day more to Christmas! Halleluyah!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby will be in KL for the first time in 30 years...hahaha... it shall be a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5775574977832262602?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5775574977832262602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5775574977832262602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5775574977832262602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5775574977832262602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-6384030140336479995</id><published>2009-12-02T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:44:07.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on my blackberry</title><content type='html'>Ok, I think I haven't blogged a full serious entry for like a whole year. And the year has been so full that I just haven't had the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Summary of the year would be... Got a dog (jack russell puppy), got retrenched... Planned wedding...searched for job... Had Wedding... Went for honeymoon...found a job... Started new job (all the way in KL)... Parents moved from ttdi to new place next door to my eldest sis... Dad had surgery for his prostate cancer. Hubby got admitted to hospital for his back... So a lot of things have happened in this one&lt;br /&gt;
year. Things that I should have blogged about but somehow life got to be too much and blogging was put into the back burner. However it was never forgotten and it has been nagging at me for some&lt;br /&gt;
time to start blogging again. Though typing on the bb might not be the most condusive ways to do it... but hey at least I'm getting to it :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh Xmas will be here soon. I so want to put up my Xmas tree... But its just not the same without my two boys here to do it with me like last year :( sigh... and I so wanted a new tree for this year but it looks&lt;br /&gt;
like there won't be any tree at all. Oh well.... At least my Xmas shopping is all done ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sent from my mobile device&lt;br /&gt;
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~meifung~&lt;br /&gt;
"How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she&lt;br /&gt;
wants, rather than to create it herself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-6384030140336479995?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6384030140336479995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=6384030140336479995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6384030140336479995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6384030140336479995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-on-my-blackberry.html' title='Blogging on my blackberry'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5428396301429369969</id><published>2009-08-26T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:53:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel so stuck</title><content type='html'>"It's time to start living the life you've imagined"&lt;br /&gt;- Henry James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote makes me feel so sad, like what happened?? All the imaginations of youth, are they gone once you hit 30?? shieeeeeeetttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5428396301429369969?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5428396301429369969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5428396301429369969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5428396301429369969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5428396301429369969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-so-stuck.html' title='Feel so stuck'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1268925609467111057</id><published>2009-08-17T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:08:02.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Resuscitating my blog</title><content type='html'>Oh man, thought i would write again and sorta do up my blog. But after the new template was put in, all my old post went psycho :p  should i spend more time to go into each old post and redo the alignment and etc?? it would take too much time!! oh well, i guess aside from me, no ones gonna be looking at it... i think .. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1268925609467111057?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1268925609467111057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1268925609467111057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1268925609467111057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1268925609467111057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/resuscitating-my-blog.html' title='Resuscitating my blog'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7814920960390237963</id><published>2009-08-17T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:25:49.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing from Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>Testing to see whether my mobile can b used to blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7814920960390237963?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7814920960390237963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7814920960390237963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7814920960390237963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7814920960390237963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-from-mobile-phone.html' title='Testing from Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3471187402247884321</id><published>2009-08-17T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:21:22.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Testing</title><content type='html'>testing email blogging.

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~meifung~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3471187402247884321?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3471187402247884321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3471187402247884321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3471187402247884321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3471187402247884321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-testing.html' title='Testing Testing'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1815822457038599209</id><published>2008-08-08T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:16:10.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Sigh... there goes another month</title><content type='html'>Dang! There goes another month... arrrrrggggghhhhh... my last post was 10 of July... shieeettttt.... one month liow. Aiyoh, its like i'm bring robbed of time!!

This whole week has been sooooo packed with getting ready for Saturday's event. Every night go home feeling so tired and battered =(
Dis can't be worth it la. Work until times flies away yet... no personal satisfaction... sigh

The only thing that I did this month that was worth remembering was... hmmm... bought my wedding ring :) ... and this bible verse:

&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Philippians 4: 4-9
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/p&gt;
Aside from that I don't think that this month has anything much worth mentioning... which is sucky =p

I hope the coming month would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1815822457038599209?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1815822457038599209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1815822457038599209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1815822457038599209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1815822457038599209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh-there-goes-another-month.html' title='Sigh... there goes another month'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3743395264602135334</id><published>2008-07-10T00:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:08:53.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>why I have not written for so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been quite some time since i last wrote an original entry. Life has been hectic =p&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;As most would know by now, I just got engaged on 15th of June :)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So since then we've been trying to settle on a load of stuff... you can't imagine the amount of things that has to be bought, booked, reserved, etc etc... and we are already keeping it really really simple.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual wedding day will be in 2009. We won't be doing any pre-wedding photos... so won't have any photos to put up. The only one I have is this (its my engagement ring)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SIbNCTag1rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGU-QR8Z2EE/s1600-h/IMG_5721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SIbNCTag1rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGU-QR8Z2EE/s200/IMG_5721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226089857064949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I really love the setting :) No claws... simple &amp;amp; classic... Its not huge or gaudy... its perfectly ME ;)

Right now we're trying to keep the wedding simple and meaningful. Not a big big bash with half the ppl which we don't even know. Ok, so now that I've gushed over my ring and upcoming wedding, let me get back to why I have not been writing.

On top of planning for the wedding, of course the usual busy-ness of life, i.e. work and etc has really taken alot of my time. I haven't even been reading anyone's blog, much less writing mine. However yday a close friend of mine told me about how her colleague suddenly passing away at the very young age of 33. That's like only 4 years older than me. Its scary, freaky and all that. But ultimately it slaps you in the face and kinda wakes you up on what's important in life. You start thinking... tomorrow it could be me.

How many of us are able to say with conviction that I've done all that I've dreamed and hope to do and if tomorrow I die I will have no huge regret. I definitely for one can't. There seems to be so many things in life that I have not done or experienced. I remember writing a list of things (in my blog in 06) that I wanted to do before I die and unfortunately most of them I have not started on even though its been abt 2 years now.

How much of our lives are taken by the BUSY-ness of the world? And the world is really good with keeping us busy, there are always new movies, new songs, new games, new books, new applications, new gadgets, new tv series, new shopping centres, new restaurants, new brands of shoes, bags, clothes.... so much to do, so little time. And essentially we really have so little time. And how are we spending it? The only way we can experience all the "new" experiences is if we have enough money to buy / spend on them...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (And I know it, i mean I'm getting married and flowers alone are freaking expensive!)&lt;/span&gt; therefore we work more and more, wanting more and more in terms of money and having less and less time... its a vicious cycle. We want new things, new experiences, but we give up so much of our time trying to earn the ability to experience these new things, yet we end up having no time to enjoy them. Sigh... No wonder there's now even a quarter life crisis, we spend all our time running around in a circle. Of course we don't know what we're doing and wat's the meaning of life! How can there be meaning if all we're doing is running around in circles like a rabid dog.

So, what now? For me I've always wanted to draw, paint, write, experience the beauty out there...contemplate... take pictures... be free... bake, cook... laze under the sun... play with puppies :)  walk in the rain...

And so, here I am back to writing again. Its the one and only thing that I can do right now that won't take too much effort or time away from all the things that I have to do.

Damn, I have a teleconference in 15mins... gotta go. The world is once again extending its creepy fingers into my life and trying to choke it. Sigh.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3743395264602135334?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3743395264602135334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3743395264602135334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3743395264602135334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3743395264602135334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-have-not-written-for-so-long.html' title='why I have not written for so long...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SIbNCTag1rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGU-QR8Z2EE/s72-c/IMG_5721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8132446367095281538</id><published>2008-07-08T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:02:59.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>When the lovey dovey feelings fade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;This story tells us something about..... LOVE &amp;amp; LIFE ... a little bit long but be patient ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;

My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and..I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.

My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell  him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?

And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality,and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered:
"Here is the question.... If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind."

Let's say; I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff,and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death.
Will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank  by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
&lt;b&gt;
My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but....
please allow me to explain the reasons further....." &lt;/b&gt;

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs,
and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the  cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front  door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk..."

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does,and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's LIFE, and LOVE.
When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away,and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms;
even in very small and cheeky forms.
It has never been a model.
It could be the dullest and most boring form ...

Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface
of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands...
AND THAT'S LIFE

The happiest people in the world...
are not those who have no problems,
but those  who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.
&lt;b&gt;
LOVE is not just between two lovers, husband and wife--it also
encompass; mother, father and siblings, sisters and brothers, friends, neighbours and colleagues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Please pass on to those whom you love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8132446367095281538?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8132446367095281538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8132446367095281538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8132446367095281538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8132446367095281538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-lovey-dovey-feelings-fade.html' title='When the lovey dovey feelings fade...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-208484598074535196</id><published>2008-06-17T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:44:36.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>A blast from the past before the current petrol hike....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;found this article from long long ago... so sad la live in Msia... sigh&lt;/span&gt;


Can A Family Man With Salary RM3,000 Survive In Malaysia?
Let's do some simple calculations here.

In Malaysia , the average family income is RM3,000 /month where father works, mother doesn't).

I understand there are many families whose monthly income does not reach RM3,000,
but, to make things simple, let's take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?

Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Ngam-ngam ....

Calculation starts...

Electricity and water bill: RM100
(No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater ... ok?)

Phone bill ( Telekom): RM100

Meals for a happy family: RM775
(3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons...?)

Papa makan / teh-tarik during working hrs: RM155
(RM5/day, RM5 .. can eat what?)

Car repayment: RM400 (A proton saga aeroback, 7 yrs repayment)

Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam): RM300 (go to work, bring son to school, only can afford one car running)

Insurance: RM650 (kids, wife and myself)

House repayment: RM750 (low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs, retired still have to work to pay!)

Tuition: RM80 (got that cheap meh? i don't think so)

Older children pocket money @ school: RM20 (RM1/day, eat bread?)

School fees: RM30 (enough ah?)

School books and etc: RM100 (always got extra to pay in school)

Younger children milk powder: RM50 (cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)

Miscellaneous: RM100
(shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)

Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so...
No Astro,
no movie @ cinema,
no DVD,
no CD,
no online,
cannot KFC,
cannot McDonald,
cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol expensive),
no chit chat on phone with grandparents, and etc...

Let's use a calculator to total up... WALAO EH! Shit! RM3,610 already...

EPF belum potong, income tax lagi........oledi RM3,610 ....

How to survive lah tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian ???

Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?

How to change? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't send children to school and study?

Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of rakyat Malaysia which still don't earn RM3,000/month!!!

What is this? Inilah Malaysia Boleh... Sorry ... it should be Malaysians Boleh , because we're still alive and kicking!!

Our politicians must be mad!!!!

Please forward and comment boleh or tak boleh. No wonder so many Ah Loong around lah... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-208484598074535196?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/208484598074535196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=208484598074535196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/208484598074535196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/208484598074535196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/blast-from-past-before-current-petrol.html' title='A blast from the past before the current petrol hike....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3617215297747503467</id><published>2008-06-14T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:27:50.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>when will there be actual change??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="aboveTitle"&gt; &lt;div class="atDataTime"&gt; &lt;div class="attr"&gt;Agence France-Presse - 6/12/2008 9:05 AM GMT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h1 class="title_normal"&gt;Malaysia's corruption at critical level: watchdog&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div class="segment_normal"&gt; &lt;div class="detail"&gt; &lt;div class="gchild chrome1 left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Corruption in Malaysia has reached a critical level as the country falls in  international rankings, a graft watchdog announced Thursday, warning the  government to act or lose its competitiveness.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The UN's Asia-Pacific Human Development Report highlighted an International  Country Risk Guide finding which saw Malaysia decline from a score of 4.00 in  1996 to 2.38 in 2006, with a lower score representing greater corruption.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It is worrying because it is a business index which reflects on our domestic  investment, foreign direct investment and confidence in the economy," said Ramon  Navaratnam, country head of graft watchdog Transparency International.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Corruption is at a critical level here," he said.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said corruption in Malaysia was deeply entrenched in the negotiation of  contracts. Bribes were paid to government officials to speed up trade licences,  for police protection and for loan transactions.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Our economic structure, the way we do business here, needs to be reviewed,  renewed and redesigned," Navaratnam said, warning that Malaysia could lose its  competitive edge if it remained "complacent and inefficient."

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Malaysia can do much better if there is stronger political will to fight  corruption. Given the rapid pace of globalisation and increasing economic  competition among Asian countries, it's time to pull our socks up," he said.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi was elected on an anti-corruption  platform in March 2004, but opposition leaders say progress has been slow.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Following his government's recent drubbing in national polls he announced  several measures to tackle corruption and reform what many view as a compliant  judiciary.

&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A royal commission recently authenticated a tape showing a top lawyer  brokering judicial appointments with the help of politicians during the  premiership of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier this week, a senior judge said judges were indoctrinated and  threatened with dismissal to pressure them into making pro-government decisions  during the former premier's rule.&lt;/p&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/8397996833459470788-3617215297747503467?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3617215297747503467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3617215297747503467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3617215297747503467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3617215297747503467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-will-there-be-actual-change.html' title='when will there be actual change??'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-817429660899154237</id><published>2008-06-06T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:12:47.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Stupid petrol hike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SEjw6u8DPXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rmBHJT94H3g/s1600-h/n16459883751_7119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SEjw6u8DPXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rmBHJT94H3g/s320/n16459883751_7119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208677860876959090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;












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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SEjxYUhJn7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oQkaLFw0VeQ/s1600-h/n580995279_1311468_2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SEjxYUhJn7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oQkaLFw0VeQ/s400/n580995279_1311468_2764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208678369180884914" 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/8397996833459470788-817429660899154237?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/817429660899154237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=817429660899154237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/817429660899154237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/817429660899154237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-petrol-hike.html' title='Stupid petrol hike!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SEjw6u8DPXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rmBHJT94H3g/s72-c/n16459883751_7119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1408583574417597418</id><published>2008-05-06T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:59:58.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Man with Balls of Steel?</title><content type='html'>As most who read the papers would know by now, today Raja Petra Kamarudin was called to court and put in detention for his blogging. Now for those of you who don't read his blog, well, let's put it this way, this guy writes with such honesty that most are surprised that he hasn't been taken in by ISA before this.

Anyway, the powers that be is once again trying to put this guy in jail for sharing his thoughts on his blog. He has refused to pay the bail and has been put in detention. Some would say that it was a stupid move... but i think it's a brilliant move. The powers that be have literally shot themselves in their feet. How much outrage and publicity would this create? Not just locally, but internationally as well... how many people would surge to now go and read his blog? I certainly went and read it. And now I'm writing about it too. Multiply that exponentially with the 6 degrees of separation, heck millions would be reading his blog by today.

I'm not as eloquent in my writing as RPK, neither do I have such balls of steel as he does, so do visit his site at &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/"&gt;http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/&lt;/a&gt;
This is a man that isn't afraid to just say it and put it out there for everyone to read. Got to give it to him, he really is a man with balls of steel ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1408583574417597418?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1408583574417597418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1408583574417597418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1408583574417597418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1408583574417597418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-with-balls-of-steel.html' title='Man with Balls of Steel?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5671235453324889359</id><published>2008-04-13T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:44:09.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Who are you? Do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever seen, met or heard about someone you once knew and wondered who are they now? With these things called Facebook, High5, Friendster &amp;amp; etc etc... I'm suddenly confronted with pictures of people who I can't even remember if I knew them =p

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Some profiles I see and wonder, what and who is this person now? Knew them once upon a time...but how about now? Aside from the obvious job title or whether the person is married or single, I wonder WHO aRE they...what have they been doing... how much has changed in their lives? I'm sure some have seen my profile and wondered the same "Whatever happened to Chan Mei Fung..wow, she's gotten fat...OMG she's going out with an Indian..." and I can only wonder what else people say =p

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;There's always the ones that have "new names" and only upon closer inspection does it dawn upon you its a person you once knew as some chinese name. Or there are some that have changed so much in outward appearance that you wonder if you've got the right person.... those that become swans...become very thin, or very fat, or very pretty or glamorous... and of course those that've moved far far away...

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm mostly in awe or wonder of those that have gotten married and have a few kids in tow. Its a whole "cannot connect" in my system. Hahaha.... Once again, please i'm not saying getting married is bad, its a wonderful thing. I'm thinking more like, how????? How do you decide at 18, 20, 22 that you're ready to make a commitment for life, that you're ready to bring life into this world. Into a world that at 22 you might not understand that well yourself.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;At 29 I'm still discovering myself, and my thoughts, my views and everything around me... the world, politics, people, culture, personalities, God, principles..etc... and of course what I want in my life. What legacy do I want to leave behind? I can't imagine committing myself with someone for the rest of my life and bringing new life into this world without first knowing or having &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; actual standing or principle in life and etc.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Only now am I actually discovering being totally "independent" of my family or parents. I used to think that I really was independent. I paid my own way for everything since 18 and I have a steady career. I made all my own decisions, no 'curfew', no answering to anyone abt things that i do and etc etc. BUT no matter what I was still living under my parents' roof. Somehow there was still an umbrella of 'family' that would take care of where we lived and if the TV at home breaks down, someone (i.e. my dad) would fix it &lt;em&gt;(btw, my tv has broken down, so if by the off chance, pa, if u're reading this, could u fix it??)&lt;/em&gt;. Or if i wanted to invite a group of friends over just to lepak, I had to tell my parents to be 'scarce'. Don't get me wrong I had my freedom, but there were boundaries which I subconsciously kept to because it was still my parent's home and there were so many things I really didn't need to think of.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Now, I'm finally out of that invisible boundary. And this makes me have all the freedom to decide on what I want to do, how I want to do it and etc. And its exhilarating. Any decision I make is my own. I don't have to pass it by anyone if I didn't want to. And having this platform, is an "eye-opener" because this is where you choose who you want to be, who you are, what defines you. Not what other people (i.e. your parents, your bf, your husband, your children) want, but what you want in YOUR life. You make the decisions, and you reap the repercussions, whether good or bad.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So now that I'm here, where I am... I'm beginning to be who I'm suppose to be... and to me, only now i can really make the decisions that 'make me' who I am. So back to, how does one make all those life defining choices when you're so young and bright eyed? Is it no wonder that so many marriages fail now? I'm sure there are those that succeed... but who are we kidding, look at the divorce rate now.

However most of us lead the normal life of a 20++++ (notice how many ++ there were) wondering what is it all for blah blah blah... what's the meaning of life, what am I here for... and all end up doing the same old same old usual stuff like study, get a degree, get a job, get a car, get bf/gf, get married, move out, have kids blah blah blah ... its like auto-pilot ....its just only a matter of when we do it... some choose to do it young and way before being able to even establish in themselves 'who i am' . So why?? I believe some (and of course myself included ...sometimes) just go with the flow... not really thinking or putting any effort or thought into the why and what it all means... so, can we really know who we are if we just follow the flow?? I seriously doubt it... If you don't break the waves, how can you have your own directions and make your own waves?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So here I am now, at 2.30am, awake and wondering, "who am I'? - oh, but dun get me wrong, I'm not in those depressing moods of what am i doing here, what am i doing with my life, etc etc Actually, I'm in a good place right now. I believe up to now my life has been absolutely blessed by God. True that things of course don't always go my way - that's not a blessed life, that's just a spoilt life if everything went my way-. I think I'm really blessed because I have been given the chances, the ability, and the freedom to choose who I want to be; to make the choices that 'make me'.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Some wonderful 'quotes' I came upon quite some time back sums it all up really well...

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." -Abraham Lincoln&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all" - Oscar Wilde

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I think that to just 'exist' and just 'go with the flow' would be just sad. I'm pretty sure that God didn't put us here just to 'exist'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5671235453324889359?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5671235453324889359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5671235453324889359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5671235453324889359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5671235453324889359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-are-you-do-you-know.html' title='Who are you? Do you know?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3581897653674390598</id><published>2008-04-09T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:49:17.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Point to ponder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Going to work for a large company is like getting on a train. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Are you going sixty miles an hour or is the train going &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sixty miles an hour and you're just sitting still? &lt;/span&gt;
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- J. Paul Getty


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:)

&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/8397996833459470788-6146553463713746088?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6146553463713746088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=6146553463713746088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6146553463713746088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6146553463713746088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy :)'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R_x2DF4ksiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rYRfUIFKP6o/s72-c/IMG_5333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-365386070710196674</id><published>2008-04-05T15:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:48:35.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Nice, meaningful lyrics abt life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Heart Of The Matter"&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;[originally performed by Don Henley]&lt;/em&gt;

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I got the call today,
I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew,
I'm learning them again

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These times are so uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's a yearning undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And people filled with rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We all need a little tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can love survive in such a graceless age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are the very things we kill, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the world they put between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know it doesn't keep us warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;

I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out,
I have to learn again

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Got to put it all behind you; cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside

I wanna be happily ever after
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh gets weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgivenessssss......
Even if you don't love me anymoreeeeeeeee
Even if you don't love me anymore


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-365386070710196674?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/365386070710196674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=365386070710196674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/365386070710196674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/365386070710196674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/04/heart-of-matter-originally-performed-by.html' title='Nice, meaningful lyrics abt life...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8070363350694575491</id><published>2008-03-11T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:12:37.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Corrupt morons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today my colleague showed me an article from the chinese newspaper "Sin Chew" which totally shocked and appalled me. It showed officers in the Selangor secretariat's office shredding official documents. But since I can't read chinese I went online wanting to see whether this was reported in the official English newspapers, and I was disgusted that it was not covered in the The Star or NST. They covered the IGP saying that no such thing as destroying official documents were happening (bull!!)

So being absolutely disgusted with these "corrupt morons" (as a friend so aptly calls them) here are some links of the article &amp;amp; pictures:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a title="http://subangjayan.blogspot.com/2008/03/selangor-state-official-destroying.html" href="http://subangjayan.blogspot.com/2008/03/selangor-state-official-destroying.html"&gt;http://subangjayan.blogspot.com/2008/03/selangor-state-official-destroying.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a title="http://rafza.blogspot.com/2008/03/abang-z-past-away-selangor-document.html" href="http://rafza.blogspot.com/2008/03/abang-z-past-away-selangor-document.html"&gt;http://rafza.blogspot.com/2008/03/abang-z-past-away-selangor-document.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a title="http://shashinki.com/blog/2008/03/11/selangor-state-officers-destroy-documentssulit/" href="http://shashinki.com/blog/2008/03/11/selangor-state-officers-destroy-documentssulit/"&gt;http://shashinki.com/blog/2008/03/11/selangor-state-officers-destroy-documentssulit/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
If I had any doubt on my not voting for BN, this has totally cemented my voting for the opposition. How can we let these "corrupt morons" continue to do such things to us citizens??

Right now I'm waiting for what UMNO has to say about how their wonderful MB has been behaving. Or will they just keep quiet, do nothing, shut the media up and hope we forget by the next election?? The irony of all the hoo-haa abt needing to do a post-mortem on why BN lost so many seats. Are they stupid, blind or deaf??? Or rather maybe they wished all of us citizens were stupid, blind and deaf??

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8070363350694575491?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8070363350694575491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8070363350694575491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8070363350694575491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8070363350694575491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/corrupt-morons.html' title='Corrupt morons?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2362719022007335900</id><published>2008-03-10T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:41:02.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Elections; did you vote?</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 29 years, I went to vote on Saturday. I was pleasantly surprised as there were no lines, no waiting (could this BE happening in Malaysia?? ;) hehe) and the whole experience was pretty cool. I suddenly felt so adult and responsible. Doing my duty as a responsible citizen! :)

No surprise that I voted for the opposition. Not something or opinion that I've been hiding from everyone. But the point of this post is... it felt great to vote :) I felt that I made a difference (especially since all the results came out).

Its really easy to "talk" politics, complain and gripe about all the s**t that happens in the govt. Abt how this MB is doing this, not doing that, makan duit, blah blah blah... but soooooooooooooooooo many ppl just do that... "talk". That's all they do. Bcos when I asked quite a number of young working adults, ALOT (and I mean ALOT) are not even registered to vote!!

OK, I'm not the most patriotic person around, but the one time you can do something about making a change, you don't. Then why complain??!! Live with the s**t, cos you made the s**t happen by not voting.

On saturday night, watching the results come in on ntv7, they shared that this election, there were only approx 1,500 new voters registered. I asked "so little???? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE???" Where are all the people who loveeeeeeeeeee to talk politics??
However in 2006, there were 14 THOUSANDchinese people  (yes in thousands) migrated or gave up their citizenship. It is so sad...Is that how we make a change? By leaving?

Anyway, now that the elections are over and the results are out. Let's see if the change has made a difference, I seriously seriously hope and pray that it will make a difference. It is time for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-2362719022007335900?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2362719022007335900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=2362719022007335900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2362719022007335900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2362719022007335900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections-did-you-vote.html' title='Elections; did you vote?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-4663459439524090138</id><published>2008-03-10T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:03:24.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. ....</title><content type='html'>My 3 cactus have all died :(

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" chanmeifung="" musingsofaconfusedmuse="" authkey="nYhzo34S0PI#5132577160744182354&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/chanmeifung/RzqTu_BwolI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LxyxMZ-1inQ/s144/Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

To those that were making such a ruckus about it being bad luck and all &lt;a href="http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-to-feng-shui.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(pls refer to my old blog entry - No to Feng Shui!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , well goes to show my God is stronger!! HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-4663459439524090138?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4663459439524090138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4663459439524090138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4663459439524090138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4663459439524090138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/rip.html' title='R.I.P. ....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-6845016742907621931</id><published>2008-03-05T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:56:17.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Get a life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD. &lt;/span&gt;


"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work.&lt;/b&gt; You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But &lt;b&gt;a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely&lt;/b&gt;, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good.

Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? &lt;/span&gt;

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. &lt;/span&gt;Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived"

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-6845016742907621931?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6845016742907621931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=6845016742907621931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6845016742907621931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6845016742907621931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-life.html' title='Get a life!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7498892034854822275</id><published>2008-03-05T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:08:02.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Its March already....</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in some time... and wooosssshhhhh, its suddenly March. The year seems to be flying by so I thought I'll start writing again.

Things have been hectic, but I just took a holiday and went to Perhentian to relax and do absolutely nothing but sun tan, eat and sleep... so I'm feeling good :) ... the not so good part is i'm back to work. Anyhoo... I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks and months I'll have more to blog. I'll keep this really short and end here cos I want to post another entry... something i read recently ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7498892034854822275?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7498892034854822275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7498892034854822275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7498892034854822275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7498892034854822275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-march-already.html' title='Its March already....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7914476529099917281</id><published>2008-01-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:14:24.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The BEST Chocolate Fondue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The best chocolate fondue in town:&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153384270080149954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4R_sJk2icI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EYgN83WwkxU/s400/IMG_5021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153386980204513746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4SCJ5k2idI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pMXh3W-xors/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;Credits:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Fondue set courtesy of Sri Kanda Perumal (thanks for the gift!)&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Beautifully cut and arranged fruits courtesy of Tan May Leeng&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Biscuits &amp;amp; breadsticks courtesy of Nah Mei Lee&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Chocolate fondue prepared by ME! ;)&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Venue: My home :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7914476529099917281?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7914476529099917281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7914476529099917281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7914476529099917281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7914476529099917281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-chocolate-fondue.html' title='The BEST Chocolate Fondue!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4R_sJk2icI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EYgN83WwkxU/s72-c/IMG_5021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1484550592969249648</id><published>2008-01-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:11:04.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>a NON-recommendation =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for dinner yesterday at Jarrod &amp;amp; Rawkins in One Utama (New Wing). And unfortunately I have nothing good to say about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I even go into how the food tasted and all... let me start with the service. The waiters were very blur and could not understand simple English, which is something you'll expect at a hawker centre or coffee shop but not at a place that serves at their prices (will go into that shortly). We were a group of 9 people and all our food came out with such long intervals between that we could not have our meal together. Even though some of us ordered the same thing, the first person got their meal, finished it before anyone else's meal came. The last person to get the meal was when everyone else had almost finished their meals. EVEN though the person that got the first one and the person that got the last one ordered the same thing!! Sausages &amp;amp; mash. How hard could that be to prepare???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now on to the food. Their SIGNATURE dish is their sausages. It cost RM18++ and this is how it looks like: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152654778474858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4HoOJk2iaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VsFXMBSY-Ms/s320/IMG_5037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pathetic don't you think?? And on top of that each of our mash potatoes came cold. Yucks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
Some of us ordered the steak (rm28++), fish &amp;amp; chips and pork chops (rm25++). They were dry and all were served as per the above picture, just replaced with whatever else ur having to replace the sausages. The taste was nothing to be shouted about, in actual fact I've tasted better steaks at some of those stalls which sell western food for like RM10 per set (and they even look better!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152656500756744626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4HpyZk2ibI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Jg7ZGHo6LoY/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our feeling of the "purveyors of fine food &amp;amp; wine"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, it was a totally unsatisfying meal. Will NEVER go back, even if someone wanted to pay for me!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1484550592969249648?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1484550592969249648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1484550592969249648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1484550592969249648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1484550592969249648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/non-recommendation-p.html' title='a NON-recommendation =p'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R4HoOJk2iaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VsFXMBSY-Ms/s72-c/IMG_5037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1143433567505199097</id><published>2008-01-04T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:00:26.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>2008 is here....</title><content type='html'>The year has not started well for me :( 2nd day already kena food poisoning... and my "new year" has been filled with these:

&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R33WbJk2iZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pLSzeZTk6qE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509310697015698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R33WbJk2iZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pLSzeZTk6qE/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I know la i wanted to lose weight, but this is like the worse way to do it. Sigh.

All I've been eating is porridge and plain white bread. I can't even stomach anything more *sob sob*

First day of work, MC liow.... great impression to my boss. Sigh... now i'm back at work and all i can think of is "don't puke, don't puke, control control"

All i wanna do is go homeeeeeeeeee :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1143433567505199097?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1143433567505199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1143433567505199097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1143433567505199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1143433567505199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-is-here.html' title='2008 is here....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R33WbJk2iZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pLSzeZTk6qE/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-128951428598648330</id><published>2007-12-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:15:34.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><title type='text'>Freedom of speech, ever heard of it??</title><content type='html'>Its sad that at this day and age, there are still many people persecuted for speaking out loud, especially against injustice, immorral acts, wrongful conduct &amp;amp; etc...this of course is very evident in the recent rallies and the police stopping them with force and violence.

Many are currently now using blogs and the internet to voice out their frusfrations and getting their voice out there to be heard. Now I have no such lofty aspirations with my blog, as I really don't think I have much "insights" to share especially about the political situation in Malaysia. However, I would like to talk about something much more closer to home.

Previously, I had my blog on Friendster... and I blogged basically about anything happening in my life at the moment... now, I of course try to never name names nor step on anyone's toes with my blogging, however I did get some "advise" as to not to blog about certain aspects in my life or etc.... this "advise" was given as I'm a Christian, and therefore should be an example. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure they had all the good intentions to advise me on that. However, due to their advise I felt very pressured whenever I wrote... I kept thinking, who will read this... whenever i post something, I would worry whether i would then later get a call. All in all, after a while, I got fed up of writing since I kept looking behind my back to see whether I would get any repercussion from my posting.

The thing was, my post were nothing but just my views. Why I'm writing about it now is because I actually have a friend that's going through the same thing now. She has resorted to password protecting her post; which i feel is very sad... writings which she used to share with friends and family are now something she feels compelled to hide because it might not agree with other people's views. And she would get phone calls and emails lecturing her on her views and how she should not voice them out.

I know that even writing about it now, many would think I'm actually advocating that Christian's are a pyscho lot that would want to "mum" their believers. Which is definitely not true.... God does not stop anyone from speaking their minds. In actual fact, the Bible clearly shows that Jesus went around, talking to people, advising people and telling truth, more than anything else in the three years before he was crucified. Yes, he did miracles. He healed people. But most of all, He talked, he ministered, and he stood up and pointed out what was wrong. He spoke out against injustice and immorality. He did not keep mum, even though many tried to get him to shut up.

So now back to now, my friend is sharing her life, her struggles, what she thinks is right or wrong... and yet she feels that her opinions are not just not taken into consideration, but rather she's told to not share her opinions. Now, I might or might not agree with what she has said, or might say in the future, but who are we to judge what she says?? Who are we to stop her from having free speech?

You might read this and misunderstand that being a Christian we are not allowed to voice out our fears, frusfrations, anger and etc. That is NOT true. Its not God that says we can't. Its people who try to play God that stops others from having opinions other that their own. It happens everywhere... it just so happens that right now I'm talking about being a Christian and facing it. Everyone does it or goes through it, regardless of religion or race.

But what I'm standing for right now is that, being a Christian, we should not be the ones that stop people from having an opinion. Nor should we judge people for thinking and acting differently than from the norm or the accepted way which we think should be the way. Everyone is different, everyone has a right to their own opinions and there are different ways to express one self. We should not judge or dismiss a person's opinions just because they are different from ours.

Freedom of speech ;)
God bless and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-128951428598648330?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/128951428598648330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=128951428598648330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/128951428598648330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/128951428598648330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/freedom-of-speech-ever-heard-of-it.html' title='Freedom of speech, ever heard of it??'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5559209822920886781</id><published>2007-12-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:17:05.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>New place to eat ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a new restaurant that opened in my office building (Jaya33 for those who are blur), its an Italian restaurant. And its called d'Italiane Kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So yesterday for lunch my collegues and I went to try it out ;) Bottom are the pictures taken by my colleague.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143739444275612018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R2I7xZk2iXI/AAAAAAAAADo/bKYSyKyRydc/s320/D%27Italian+Kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had three different types of pastas. Price range was from RM18++ for a plate of pasta. I had the carbonara... it was quite thick with lots of beef bacon and mushrooms. I could only finish half the plate cause it was quite the creamy and filing. The other pasta that I ordered for my colleague (he let me mah) was a fried spaghetti with prawns... dun remember the name leh =p But it was very nice =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Didn't try other dishes since it was lunch and already i was so full. Will definitely go again and try the other stuff. They look good in the menu :) Oh and the environment was ok la, very minimalistic. White walls, ceiling and chairs too. Very white white. Makes the place feel very clean ;) But not like romantic or anything la.... maybe its different at night but in the afternoon it was very bright.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All in all, pasta wise it was nice :) Environment, so so. Will go again ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5559209822920886781?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5559209822920886781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5559209822920886781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5559209822920886781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5559209822920886781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-place-to-eat.html' title='New place to eat ....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/R2I7xZk2iXI/AAAAAAAAADo/bKYSyKyRydc/s72-c/D%27Italian+Kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7393257276728181629</id><published>2007-12-13T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:39:40.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>U know Christmas is here when....</title><content type='html'>U know Christmas is here when my living room floor is littered with gifts and wrappers and boxes and ribbons.... and me drowning under it =p
Yes, I have started my Christmas shopping... i would say almost 90% complete. Trust me, I'm behind schedule, normally end of November, I'm done....kekeke....yes yes, my bf keeps telling everyone that I'm a pyscho. But sue me for not wanting to do last minute "grab anything" kind of Christmas shopping :)

So, yesterday went and caught a movie... "Beowulf"... not exactly my kinda show la... only watched cos of the hoo-haa that can see Angelina Jolie naked....kakaka.... ok ok, no... i didn't even choose the show, Shaun did. Best part of the night was dinner at Sakae Sushi...kekeke.
And The Curve is decorated so beautifully, so many people were taking pictures, made me want to take picture too, but no camera :(

Anyhoo, we went shopping la for Christmas after the show :) But nearly ended up fighting =p To cut a long story short, we didn't agree on what present to buy for someone. So now comes my question..... Do we buy presents for the sake of buying anything, or do we buy presents by OUR own taste, OR do we buy what the "receiver" would want?

I don't know about other people, but i really dun like getting ANOTHER candle for Christmas (hehe, don't take offense if u gave me a candle ok? I still love you for giving me anything ;) )

But I feel so bad for ....well, to be getting a present that ends up being something I would not actually have any use for, and yet I have to smile and say its great... like yes, i needed ANOTHER diary/planner which i will never use cos I have like 10 planners... not like there's gonna be 10 2008s =p

I know I know, Christmas is about giving, not receiving. Its about God and his ultimate gift to us.
I'm just saying, if you're gonna spend money on gifts, and you have NOOOOOOO idea wat the person would want or need or yearn for (most of the time, u can't afford the yearning ones anyway)... get them something useful, like a pair of socks, at least they can wear it ;) or Cookies - can eat! :)

But bottomline, its about the receiver, not you or me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7393257276728181629?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7393257276728181629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7393257276728181629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7393257276728181629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7393257276728181629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/u-know-christmas-is-here-when.html' title='U know Christmas is here when....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7058118471608422602</id><published>2007-12-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:57:58.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>To bend or not to bend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came across this quote and I found it so funny:

"If God wanted us to bend over he'd put diamonds on the floor." - Joan Rivers&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is that true?? Well, for someone as stubborn as I am I would say its true... I would like to think that God made me this way for a reason. To stand up for myself, for my beliefs, my my family and friends, for injustice, for truth... So yeah, I would "like" to think that I'm this way for a reason and you shouldn't bend over just for everything or anything.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, others can and might say that, u should bend over for others, God wants you to be humble and submit to authority,...etc...etc....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So which way goes? My opinion is strongly for the first... but I guess that the latter applies in some situations too...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Its really something that needs a whole lot more thought and practice (depending on which side u stand).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not bending over works for me in some situations... but I'm not too stubborn to know that sometimes you just have to grit your teeth and say "pleaseeeeee" even to the most irritating and stupid people (will blog more on this). AND shaun will definitely attest to the fact that he gets his way alot by using his "PR" skills while i just bulldoze my way through... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7058118471608422602?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7058118471608422602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7058118471608422602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7058118471608422602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7058118471608422602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-bend-or-not-to-bend.html' title='To bend or not to bend?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-367147592951958334</id><published>2007-11-27T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:04:55.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Light &amp; Easy</title><content type='html'>Today I will be posting something light &amp;amp; easy. And at the same time importing all my old blog postings.



Its a cold and rainy morning...the best weather to stay in bed :) Unfortunately, have to go work :( So instead of working I shall blog and pick fights on Facebook ... hehe...



The year is coming to an end... it seemed to have sailed past on fast forward and my birthday is looming. Sigh. I will be getting older... i'm not too sure about being any wiser . But I certainly feel old. At work I see all these young little lambs coming in from Uni, expecting the world to treat them well becos, heck for no good reason but because they exist la....kakaka... are they in for a rude awakening =p

Anyhoo, back to me. Was looking at my new year's resolution from beginning of this year and I'm wondering whether in one month's time I can loose the 7kgs that I "resoluted" to lose....kekeke... I don't know why I even bothered to make the resolution since I love to eat so much =)
I guess I could go to the gym more often... but its just so ....haiiiiiii.... boring =p
Was suppose to go to the gym today... but yet again I have made excuses to no need to go :)

This post started in the morning... and now its actually end of the day. My goodness how time flies. Its time to go home liow. Time to go home and eat...muakakakaka....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-367147592951958334?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/367147592951958334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=367147592951958334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/367147592951958334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/367147592951958334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/light-easy.html' title='Light &amp; Easy'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1357481388210424049</id><published>2007-11-26T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:53:45.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><title type='text'>What's the hardest decision you've ever made?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously what has been the hardest decision you've ever made? Would it be which Uni you went to? What job to do? Which girl or guy to marry? Which car to buy? Where's the best area to buy a house?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, for me, my hardest decision has been to be a Christian. Yes, I can hear all the *gasping* and the sharp intake of breath, thinking this girl is being "blasphemous!!"... how can she say dat??!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'm saying it. Choosing to be a Christian is a decision that has been one of the hardest decisions that I've had to live up to. And I refuse to dress it up in pretty little pictures. Heck anyone that knows me well enough knows that I'm one of the most practical and cynical person. I could have argued with anyone until the sun came up on all things Christian. And yet, I'm a Christian. And alot of ppl still wonder why...haha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its really not easy. Its really not all flowers, beautiful things and happy happy thoughts (that's probably why nobody thought I'll become a Christian... I'm not eaxctly ms. giggly &amp;amp; sweet =p ) And I am really sick of ppl who want to paint it as that. That's why I'm saying it. Choosing to be a Christian is just hard. Your life problems don't disappear overnight. You're still the same person in the same skin (and trust me, my skin sucks =p)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What is hard about being a Christian? Loving people... all people... regardlessly and unconditionally (And please don't get me wrong, loving people doesn't mean smiling endlessly at everyone and "act" like you're suddenly their best friend). Turn the other cheek when you're wronged. Another one would be pleasing God. Being a witness of his love... so many =p&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the natural question would be, then why are you a Christian?? Why choose something that is so hard? I know everyone has their own reason. But my reason was just that no one else on this planet will ever love me fully. Especially if they knew me for all my weakness, all my bad habits and temper, etc..etc... Not my parents, not my bf, not my grandparents (tho they come close..) ... Seriously no one. And at my lowest and at the point where I felt the loneliest and most "un-loved", i knew God loved me. That God is there, whether you acknowledge him or not, or believe in Him or not. He is just there.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that is the one thing about Christianity... its Love. Jesus died for us out of love. Love is at the base, the core...Its a relationship. And with all relationships, its hard. Its voluntary. It can't be forced. And God really really doesn't force us. Which makes it soooooooooooo easy to just not love him. To just act like He's not there. Do as we please. Kinda like when you're a teenager and you know your parents love you and would be damn disappointed that you skipped school, but yet you do it bcos you can. And even if you do get caught, they'll still love you. So heck, let's just have fun. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So then of course there's always questions... and doubts and worries and wondering. Basically I believe in something/someone that I can't see (not like your parents which can cane you or smack you silly =p) That to everyone else, i can't hear, can't have a conversation with, can't touch... so that brings up the, how do u you know He really is there??...and does the God that I believe in really actually exist?? I can't answer it in a way that enables someone who's never experience it to be able to "experience" it with just my words. I'm sure many can give you the nicest, rosiest pictures of a relationship with God. Well, I can't. Really I don't hear an audible voice. No tangible thing to hold on to or a statue to bow or stare at... But sometimes at the most quiet times... staring just at a baby... you would know that God's hands were there. (heck, that baby didn't burst out of a rock la =p) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it would be easy if I just choose to not think about it. Blind faith. But God never asked for blind faith. He did ask for "Child like" faith, but not blind faith. He never said, don't ever ever ever question me. Just obey every rule!! No, He's not like that. He just lets you be. And its like... He's given you the free will to choose what you want to do. Down to even if you want to believe he exist or not. Sigh. And free reign over your own choices is one of the hardest things..... :(&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But because I believe He does exist. And He does give me comfort and He is always there regardless, its a choice that I have to keep to. Everyday I have to choose to be a "christian". As best as I can. And I worry everyday that one day I might choose the easy way out. To just ignore His existence. To be just like everyone else and lead my life as I please. But somehow inside me I know that would just make me feel even more empty and lost. So hard as it may be, I'd rather have a life with God's presence than to go about as I please feeling empty and lost.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1357481388210424049?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1357481388210424049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1357481388210424049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1357481388210424049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1357481388210424049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-hardest-decision-youve-ever-made.html' title='What&apos;s the hardest decision you&apos;ve ever made?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-4078816427165558407</id><published>2007-11-14T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:53:20.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>No to FENG SHUI!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/RzqTu_BwolI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fj83HbsA6z0/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132577160744182354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/RzqTu_BwolI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fj83HbsA6z0/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my cactus. I have them on my window sill in my office.
They are lovely plants to have. Resilient &amp;amp; tough as nails. I love my cactus cause it doesn't need much care to blossom.

Now today a few things went wrong, and my colleagues tell me to get rid of my lovely cactus because its BAD feng shui. They've been telling me since day one to get rid of them for they will bring me bad luck.

Its simply preposterous to blame it on the cactus. That the wind and the water and the watever is not in balance therefore things go wrong. Come on. Everything that went wrong was from human error. Not like the cactus called the printer and told them to print the thing wrong. Nor did they call the event organiser and told them not to send the forms to us.

To blame everything that goes right or wrong based on the wind and water and blah blah blah (watever fengshui mumbo jumbo applies) its just man's way of saying "hey, it wasn't me, it was the cactus."

Let me make my stand clear. I believe God made man. God made plants. God made the seas, the rivers, the mountains... basically everything. And no plant or fish or frog or turtle placed in whatsoever position or watsoever "great" timing changes God's plans for me. God makes the decisions, for He is my creator.

To tell God that "I don't want to trust you for my future, I want to trust that I can use water, plants, animals to deal with my future..." is basically saying "God I don't need You BUT I'll rely on things You created..."
I don't know about you, I think that sounds pretty stupid dun it?



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&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/8397996833459470788-4078816427165558407?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4078816427165558407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4078816427165558407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4078816427165558407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4078816427165558407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-to-feng-shui.html' title='No to FENG SHUI!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/RzqTu_BwolI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fj83HbsA6z0/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8057493111787929512</id><published>2007-11-14T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:02:19.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Thanking God!</title><content type='html'>I dreaded to come to work today... only thinking about problems at work and how to solve it etc. Like normal la right...we only think about how life is difficult for us.... until i got an email from a friend... about some of the poorest people in china and how they live... and I was absolutely slapped back into place, that I've really got it good. I wish I could put up the powerpt file here, but looks like I can't attach any files. Bottomline, while I'm sitting here with aircon, clean clothes, proper shoes, breakfast to eat... there's millions out there that live in rooms filled with rubbish (which is how they earn a living, they sort thru and sell rubbish)...no money for medicine, for education, just getting by day by day from other's discarded rubbish..... and I'm so ashamed cause here I am thinking I don't earn enough, my house needs alot of stuff..etc..etc... Man I am small :(

We complain all the time, service is bad, food is not nice, this sucks, that sucks, govt sucks, work sucks, too little time, not enough money, the list goes on and on...
But actually how many of us take the time each day to thank God for how really good our lives are? And come on as long as you're reading this, your life is good.

So I dunno about you, but I certainly think I have to start thanking God each and everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8057493111787929512?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8057493111787929512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8057493111787929512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8057493111787929512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8057493111787929512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanking-god.html' title='Thanking God!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-6704338257843025940</id><published>2007-11-13T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:47:22.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>SUCCESS!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!! I managed to export my old blog postings!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!!

However its a lot of work. It has to be done one by one...sigh.... oh well, at least it can be done :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-6704338257843025940?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6704338257843025940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=6704338257843025940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6704338257843025940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6704338257843025940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-i-managed-to-export-my-old-blog.html' title='SUCCESS!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7520441652508897788</id><published>2007-11-13T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:50:01.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Why a new blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sigh... i have not blogged for a long time now. The last time i wrote anything was in April and on my Friendster blog. More than 6 mths ago. However I don't really use Friendster now, therefore I thought, heck I'll start writing again but on Blogspot. I vainly tried to "export" all my old postings from Friendster... but i failed miserably. I might get to it one find day. But not right now. Too lazy =p&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now why have i not been blogging?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Various reasons... the ever popular "too busy" is high on the list. Secondly, it came to a point where i was too tired of watching what i write. In essense a blog is to express oneself. But if everytime i wrote i think "oh no, this that person would be reading it and they might not like it, i might get reprimanded etc etc" (and I have gotten that), then blogging becomes a very stressful activity.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;However, as I have just recently been told by Shaun (my bf), I should write regardless of what others say.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gave it some thought and so here I am. Rambling online to nobody in particular ;)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know who will read this, and I don't really care. Cause its just me and my confused thoughts. And it feels good to be able to express all my stupid and confused thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alrighty, back to work now, more later :)&lt;/span&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/8397996833459470788-7520441652508897788?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7520441652508897788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7520441652508897788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7520441652508897788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7520441652508897788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-new-blog.html' title='Why a new blog...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7408504913664716557</id><published>2007-07-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:57:29.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Advice - Rick Warren</title><content type='html'>THE GREATEST ADVICE
- Rick Warren, the Purpose Driven Life

Don't date because you are desperate.
Don't marry because you are miserable.
Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.
Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.

Don't associate with people you can ' t trust.
Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don ' t pretend.
Don't dictate because you are smarter.
Don't demand because you are stronger.

Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough &amp;amp; know better.
Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.
Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.
Don't stagnate!

Don't regress.
Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.
Don't put your life on hold for possibly Ms. / Mr. Right.
Don't throw your life away on absolutely Ms. /Mr. Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.

Learn a new skill.
Find a new friend.
Start a new career.
Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of life ' s more hasty decisions.

To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.
To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.
To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.
Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.

To make yourself happy, pursue your passions &amp;amp; be the best of what you can be.
Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.
Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.
Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.

Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.
Be true to yourself.
Don't commit when you are not ready.
Don't keep others waiting needlessly.

Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.
Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.
Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.

Write poetry.
Love Deeply.
Walk barefoot.
Dance with wild abandon.
Cry at the movies.

Take care of yourself.
Don ' t wait for someone to take care of you.
You light up your life.
You drive yourself to your destination.

No one completes you - except YOU.
It isn ' t true that life does not get easier with age.
It only gets more challenging.
Don ' t be afraid. Don ' t lose your capacity to love.

Pursue your passions.
Live your dreams.
Don ' t lose faith in God.
Don ' t grow old. Just grow YOU!

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you ' ll never get back.

Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time.

Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.

God is good all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7408504913664716557?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7408504913664716557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7408504913664716557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7408504913664716557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7408504913664716557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/07/greatest-advice-rick-warren.html' title='The Greatest Advice - Rick Warren'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7650676245732948948</id><published>2007-04-08T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:08:15.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;Christians - By Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm not shouting, "I'm clean living."
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm whispering, "I was lost,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I don't speak of this with pride.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm confessing that I stumble
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm not trying to be strong.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm professing that I'm weak
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm not bragging of success.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm admitting I have failed
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;My flaws are far too visible
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I still feel the sting of pain.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I have my share of heartaches
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm not holier than thou,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;I'm just a simple sinner
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7650676245732948948?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7650676245732948948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7650676245732948948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7650676245732948948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7650676245732948948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/04/author-mei-fung-title-christians-status.html' title='Christians'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2929172940790537123</id><published>2007-03-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:21:17.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006666;"&gt;There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-2929172940790537123?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2929172940790537123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=2929172940790537123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2929172940790537123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2929172940790537123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-4718060991565969416</id><published>2007-03-22T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:33:55.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Excerpts from....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been reading &lt;strong&gt;"Reaching for The Invisible God"&lt;/strong&gt; ..for the i think 3rd time. Find myself still pretty much caught in Philip Yancey's narrative and thought I'll share some excerpts. Its a great book. Recommend it for any Christian that has ever had any thoughts/doubts as to your faith &amp;amp; your relationship with God. Its definitely not a "feel good" , all rainbows in the sky type of book. It deals with real thoughts, real emotions: of pain, of lost, of loneliness, of uncertainty or doubts, of failure, of being the odd one out; and real "dark moments" in your life. And it assures you that you are not alone in your moments/seasons of doubt and waivering faith in a God that we cannot physically see or touch. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Excerpts from the book that I truly enjoy: &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Merton adds: We receive enlightenment only in proportion as we give ourselves more and more completely to God by humble submission and love. We do not first see, then act: we act, then see....And that is why the man who waits to see clearly, before he will believe, never starts on the journey. " ...pg90&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;" The physicist John Polkinghorne, who resigned his post at Cambridge to seek ordination as an Anglican priest, points out a major difference between knowing science and knowing theology. Science progressively accumulates knowledge: first Ptolemy, then Galileo, Copernicus, Newton and Einstein. Each of these scientists built on the foundation of those who preceeded him, so that ordinary scientist today has a more accurate conception of the physical world than was ever possible for Sir Isaac Newton. Knowledge of God proceeds in an entirely different manner. Every encounter is unique and individual, just like any meeting between two persons, so that a fifth century mystic or an illiterate immigrant may have a deeper knowledge of God than a twentieth-century theologian. " ...pg27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;" I mention these failures not to dampen anyone's faith but to add a dose of realism to spiritual propaganda that promises more than it can deliver. In an odd way the very failures of the church prove its doctrine. Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part. We in the church have humility and contrition to offer the world, not a formula for success. Almost alone in our success-oriented society, we admit that we have failed, are failing and always will fail. The church in A.D. 3000 will be as rife with problems as the church in A.D. 2000 or 1000. That is why we turn to God so desperately. " ...pg 20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;" Why is God shy? Why does God hide? Why so gentle? God recognizes that WE are the ones on the journey, not himself. The journey does not transpire like a treasure hunt, such that if we follow the instructions and look hard enough we will find the treasure. No, the journey itself is the goal. The very quest for God, our determined pursuit, changes us in the ways that matter most. The silence and darkness we encounter, the temptations, and even the sufferings can all contribute to God's stated goal of shaping us into persons more like he intended - more like his Son." ...pg120&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;" There is, however, a sure way to promote God's absence. C.S. Lewis sets it out clearly: Avoid silence, avoid solitude, avoid any train of thought that leads off the beaten track. Concentrate on money, sex, status, health and (above all) on your own grievances. Keep the radio on. Live in a crowd. Use plenty of sedation. If you must read books, select them very carefully. But you'd be safer to stick to the papers. You'll find the advertisements helpful; especially those with a sexy or a snobbish appeal. " ...pg 122&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-4718060991565969416?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4718060991565969416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4718060991565969416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4718060991565969416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4718060991565969416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/excerpts-from.html' title='Excerpts from....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5330914962355755115</id><published>2007-03-05T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:43:30.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Following up on New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Its now March, close to 3 months into 2007...that's a quarter of a year. And just thought that I'll "evaluate" my new year's resolutions and whether I'm actually achieving any of it :p (macam big company results like that...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;So here goes :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;1. Read the whole Bible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(trying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
2. Lose weight (7 kgs to be exact) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(lost 2 kgs...woohooooooo!! 5 more to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;Complain less &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(hmmm....i think I'm not.... I think... =p )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
4. Be less critical &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(trying... dunno whether I'm succeeding)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
5. Tone down on my sarcasm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hmmmm....well, dun have to do it all at once, right??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;6. Instigate CHANGE &amp;amp; not fear it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(definitely improving ;) ... more needs to be done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
7. Read more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(yes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
8. Build a strong Marketing team &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(still doing...will know at the end of the year, for now it looks good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
9. Work less, play more... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(yes, i think i'm no longer as hardup for working hard...keke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
10. Take up dance classes &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(ahem...someone promised to start with me April onwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
11. Finish my art and craft projects &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;(doing cross stitch :) got others that have to re-start on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
12. Finish the jigsaw (Ships at War) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(definitely need to korek this thing out from my store room...hehe... means that's a no la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not bad.... i think I'm on the way... if by end of 2007 I can do 6 of the 12, I think I'll be happy :) Especially no. 1 &amp;amp; 2.... hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5330914962355755115?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5330914962355755115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5330914962355755115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5330914962355755115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5330914962355755115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/following-up-on-new-years-resolution.html' title='Following up on New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-4743788537194711179</id><published>2007-03-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:51:48.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;They say it's a river that circles the Earth
A beam of light shining to the edge of the universe
It conquers all, it changes everything
They say it's a blessing, they say it's a gift
They say it's a miracle and I believe that it is
It conquers all, but it's a mystery

Love breaks your heart
Love takes no less than everything
Love makes it hard
And it fades away so easily

In this world we created, in this place that we live
In the blink of an eye, babe, the darkness slips in
Love lights the world
unites the lovers for eternity...

Love breaks the chains
Love aches for every one of us
Love takes the tears and the pain
And turns it into the beauty that remains

Look at this place, it was paradise
But now it's dying
I'll pray for love
I'll take my chances, that it's not too late

Love breaks your heart
Love takes no less than everything
Love makes it hard
And it fades away so easily
Oh Oh Oh, Love breaks the chain
Love aches for every one of us
Love take the tears and the pain
And it turns it into the beauty that remains
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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;BrianMcKnight&amp;amp;VanessaWilliams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-4743788537194711179?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4743788537194711179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4743788537194711179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4743788537194711179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4743788537194711179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3472292802296392226</id><published>2007-02-28T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:50:11.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Perfect man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So many people are getting married left right centre, Made me wonder whether has everyone found their MR Right or their perfect man??? And that's why they are getting married? Or is it because age is catching up, women end up settling? Hey, I mean no one wants to be the "Spinster" lady, right? How many are getting married because they truly will do anything and everything, will go thru thick and thin, in sickness and in health, till death do u part?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This CNY, as with the last few ones, kept getting asked or told to get married =p like its the one thing in life that MUST be done. Well, too bad cos i'm not gonna settle just for the sake of settling. Hey, marriage is for a lifetime. No play play, no rehearsals, no dun like can press RESET button!! So heck I'm taking my time to know myself first before knowing what or who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've known too many couples who just get married and then end up hating each other. Separated. Divorced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure every couple who gets married are like totally in love and would think wonderful things about each other, and gushing &amp;amp; giggling down the aisle.... but somehow i really dun want that. I don't want to be in a relationship that is just sugar and fluff. And you're just happy happy all the time. Never fight. Everything is rosy. I know this might sound bitter or sad, but i want someone that i can fight with, someone that will get angry with me, someone that will have a yelling match with me. Spending a lifetime together is a long long time, how long can rosy, fluffy ad sugary last??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Perfect Man has got to be as flawed as I am. As sarcastic as I am. As stubborn as I am (if not how to make it last..hehe). Don't want no "yes" man. Need someone that respects my thoughts and my opinions, but doesn't compromise his own. Need a man not scared of showing his soft side and yet protect me with his strength and bravery. But most importantly i need someone who will fear God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This "Perfect Man" exist? I'm sure he does. Actually I know he does ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kevin
EMAIL: kevinboo78@yahoo.com
IP: 219.74.41.38
URL: http://www.friendster.com/1614859
DATE: 03/01/2007 07:40:08 AM
i THINK you just kinda describe my good buddy? which would fit REALLY well to that descriptions! hhmmm.... come to think of it, you ARE seeing him! muahahaha....... hows life miss chan? ada sihat? ada baik? gue punya brother threating you right?u threating gue punya brother right? =)
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336600;"&gt;Heard a lovely song of love lost, past love... somehow the lyrics really touched me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336600;"&gt;especially the first two lines... makes me remember ;) .... the song is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always On Your Side - Sheryl Crow &amp;amp; Sting&lt;/strong&gt;

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent
But my demons and my angels reappeared
Leavin' only traces of the man you thought I'd be
Too afraid to hear the words I'd always feared
Leavin' you with only questions all these years

Is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
This isn't how it's really meant to be
No, it isn't how it's really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
And I'm left to carry on and wonder why
Even through it all, I'm always on your side

Is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
Is this how its really meant to be?
no, this isn't how its really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away,
Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why
Was it you that kept me wandering through this life
When you know that I was always on your side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1917431258990052359?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1917431258990052359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1917431258990052359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1917431258990052359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1917431258990052359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-attended-my-ex-bfs-wedding-other-day.html' title='Past Love....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1384164714430244176</id><published>2007-02-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:11:06.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Time &amp; Tide Waits for No Man nor Woman</title><content type='html'>OMG time is passing so fast!! Yday it was New Year's and today is Feb 7!! Time is like zipping by like a crazed drugged up road runner!!

Is it me or as I get older time passes by faster?? Used to be in school, it seemed like the year was taking forever to pass... u just couldn't wait for when u were 12, when ur 16, 18, 21.... then suddenly, wham bam, you're 28!! Like wooooaaaahhhhhh, what happenedd??!!

Now everyone is getting married, having kids...moving away, starting their own business, and its like everyone is racing ahead. Something to race after, a dream, And little old me here just wants some free and relaxing time to Slooooooooooooowly enjoy life. What's the whole rush people???!! I know la, life is short... but no one told me life accelerates after 26! There's just too much to do, too little time. Everyone wants ur time, everything is deadlines and meetings are endless &amp;amp; time consuming .....

Sigh. I think i'm just gonna go home, lock the doors, off the phone, turn on some jazz music, pour a glass of wine or orange juice, get a good book and snuggle in bed and slooooooooooooowly enjoy life. The world is moving too fast for me...and I dun want to turn 30 so soon =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1384164714430244176?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1384164714430244176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1384164714430244176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1384164714430244176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1384164714430244176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-tide-waits-for-no-man-nor-woman.html' title='Time &amp; Tide Waits for No Man nor Woman'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8570256249985835912</id><published>2007-01-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:52:29.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Are you in a rat race?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;As a young working adult in a corporate world, i have had countless times when i wonder what's it all for? Why do we run the race? I feel that its called the "&lt;u&gt;RAT"&lt;/u&gt; race because many who run it &amp;amp; run it successfully, act very much like rats. Big fat Filthy, disgusting, conniving RATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;So question is, how do you do well without being a rat? Is it so hard to be successful in the corporate world by being nice, truthful, hardworking and helpful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Or has being a rat been so ingrained into some people that things just can't change? Its damn sad really because there are so many things more to life than a job, a great salary, a great job title, a big car, ridiculously expensive watches.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;I know some people who have lost their souls running in this rat race. To the point that stabbing a colleague in the back, lying, gossiping, murmuring, creating malicious stories are so ingrained in them that its as natural as breathing. N for these people they won't be able to see that breathing is wrong, right or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;I'm a Christian struggling to reconcile the work place and my beliefs. I mean, its really not easy to "Love Thy Enemy"...or even love everyone for that matter. I try, I really do...but rats are not exactly the most lovable things around =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;I have feelings like everyone else, being a Christian doesn't mean suddenly superhuman, shoot also won't die. BUT looks like alot of rats want Christians (who are trying very hard not to scream, slap or punch rats) to fall....its like they take glee in saying "see, christian woh, but also like everyone else wat". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Its true we are like everyone else; we have feelings, we get hurt and angry too. But don't for one minute think that we are weak and easy targets! Working in a RAT infested world and not being a rat is one of the hardest things. Choosing to do the right thing isn't appreciated...even though its damn hard to do the right thing. The rat race has made it so easy to do all the wrong things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Everytime things get hard, or hopeless, or people get mean and all I want to do is punch them in the face, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO TRUST IN GOD, PRAY FOR STRENGTH, SUBMIT my anger and my frusfration and try (really really hard) to LOVE rats. So don't tell me all Christian's are all so happy happy, so fake, so cheerful all the time...like no problems in the world. That's not true. TRY loving rats, then come tell me Christian's are a weak lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: James
EMAIL: jamestanyl76@yahoo.com
IP: 202.188.227.82
URL: http://www.friendster.com/9658518
DATE: 01/14/2007 07:55:33 PM
well said sis..that is why we need GRACE..not easy to live our way which ends up we being more frustrated..well, u are not alone in this race..lets encourage and challenge each other : )
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&lt;li&gt;Decisions we make come with repercussions&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Everyone makes mistakes. Some big major ones. Some very hurtful ones too&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Forgiving is easy, forgetting is hard, trusting again is almost impossible&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Good friends are those who respect your choices, and never laughs AT you when the choices are wrong&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Those who laugh with you doesn't necessarily cry with you&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The world is never black and white&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gossips are easy to tell and spread, they are vicious and mean&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Truth is hardly even seen, tho everyone ask for it. However most can't deal with it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A hug or a phone call is always better than a SMS&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;TV waste alot of time which can be spent talking/being with ppl and not just sending SMSes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Money can't buy happiness. I have not met a single rich brat which is truly happy with all the things that money can buy them&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Talk is easy and cheap&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A listening ear is very hard to find&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Accepting that other ppl have their own views and standards is very hard. Most of us want to change people&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Humour is really important in life&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When I'm with real friends, I can laugh and cry at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-4499335768000233885?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4499335768000233885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4499335768000233885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4499335768000233885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4499335768000233885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-108231191601068885</id><published>2007-01-09T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:56:06.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Miss you :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=334,height=335,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/misch002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Misch002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="200" alt="Misch002" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/misch002.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-108231191601068885?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/108231191601068885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=108231191601068885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/108231191601068885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/108231191601068885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/miss-you.html' title='Miss you :('/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-578516809963935095</id><published>2007-01-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:42:07.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;Its the 3rd day of the NEW year. I thought I'd write down my resolutions to make sure that I don't forget them or break them... Sort of like putting it on record or making it black and white. Binding ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here goes...my Resolutions for 2007:
&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;1. Read the whole Bible
2. Lose weight (7 kgs to be exact)
3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Complain less
4. Be less critical
5. Tone down on my sarcasm
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Instigate CHANGE &amp;amp; not fear it
7. Read more
8. Build a strong Marketing team
9. Work less, play more...
10. Take up dance classes
11. Finish my art and craft projects
12. Finish the jigsaw (Ships at War) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-578516809963935095?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/578516809963935095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=578516809963935095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/578516809963935095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/578516809963935095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2017910154684419514</id><published>2006-12-19T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:17:16.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>A Chapter in Life is coming to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I started to pack my things yday for the move into my new place.... and it got me going down memory lane. Thinking about all the times that I have moved and how each time it has changed my life. And I realise a chapter of my life is coming to an end...i shall be leaving my family nest and embarking on a life long journey of being independent and away from the security of my parents home. And the thought is both scary and exciting at the same time. I have stayed out from my parents place before...but never like this... this seems so....permanent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember the first time i moved... in Form 1...from Bukit Bintang to Sri Petaling... at that time, my world seemed like it was suddenly put in the washing machine and everything got shaken,turned,tumbled and came out all different (new &amp;amp; clean?? Not!)... from there i started taking a school bus, and oh the memories of all the crazy things that I did....hahaha.... nothing majorly BAD but definitely fun and crazy. That's when i got close to Shwu Yi...that's when i met my first bf (knew him 2 years first la)... that's when i totally screwed up my ankles (till this day, its loose)... my first real encounter with a lying, backstabbing friend (I shall not name names)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I moved again....to Bandar Utama (Form 3)... that was also a major change. Bandar Utama during those days didn't even have One U yet...now there's two massive wings!! No school bus. PUBLIC transport!! And my trusty feet :p Stayed there through my WILD secondary days...haha... Did many many unmentionable things. And a lot of stupid things... fun, crazy stuff...etc.... Then came college and....well....too much too tell la...haha. Looking back they were good times, really good fun times :) All happy and without any worries in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I've been staying in TTDI for the last 7 years. Many many things have changed and happened while i was staying here. College ended, work life started... So many more memories were made. As I'm packing my stuff I realise that I've kept soooooo many things...alot of pictures, gifts, cards, nick nacks, calendars, diaries...and as I go through each of it I start reminiscing, start laughing, some memories are sad too (which all has made my packing alot slower...hehe) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really moving with a heavy heart... I didn't think that I would be, at first i thought i would be all happy and excited and can't wait to go... but I guess I do have a heart...hahaha
Think that my heavy heart might have to do with all memories... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to a new door in my life that is opening.... a bit scared la, but a bit excited as well ;) I wonder wat else God has planned for me.... I guess I'll know the next time I move and look back ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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AUTHOR: Marcus
EMAIL: marcus.van.geyzel@gmail.com
IP: 218.111.124.126
URL: http://www.friendster.com/15445947
DATE: 12/20/2006 03:59:52 AM
eh... where u moving to lah?
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mei Fung
EMAIL: meifung_1101@hotmail.com
IP: 203.115.247.162
URL: http://www.friendster.com/2840340
DATE: 12/20/2006 07:02:10 PM
aiyoh...not a regular reader of my blog hah? hahaha...no worries... just jk. Anyway, moving to Kelana Mahkota, in Kelana Jaya ;)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Su Leen
EMAIL: hosuleen@gmail.com
IP: 40.250.0.9
URL: http://www.friendster.com/5392728
DATE: 12/19/2006 04:29:56 PM
OLA! U know this is the first time I'm reading your rantings.... interesting!

I think u are insightful. Yeah lar...introverts are like that huh.....:)

When is moving day??Or is it moving days.... Lemme know one day that u need to do clean up or moving stuff...and I'll get a couple of us to come lend a hand...if one person helps for two hours, and i get 12 people to help...that gives you 24 hours of work and since you have your own 24 hours that God gave u anyway, THERE YOU GO! 48 hours!!! Your wish is my command!!
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AUTHOR: Mei Fung
EMAIL: meifung_1101@hotmail.com
IP: 203.115.247.162
URL: http://www.friendster.com/2840340
DATE: 12/20/2006 07:19:10 PM
aiyoh kawan u very cute la. Thanks for VOLUNTEERING 12 ppl...haha... but i think the worst is over. The most time consuming thing is going around and around looking for stuff for the house. Cleaning house, I got the perfect person: Shaun Perumal. He is SUPER clean...hahaha.

But I think the best thing u can do with the 12 ppl is to COOK! for my housewarming? hehehe
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&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I actually sometimes like it better than my own birthday....hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the songs, the caroling, the gift buying, the gift wrapping (which usually last until the wee hours of the morning on Christmas day), the gift unwrapping...hehehe =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But most of all...the peace and joy that surrounds the celebration of the birth of Christ. I think its most aptly illustrated with this song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cc33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh Holy Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc33;"&gt;Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc33;"&gt;Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend.

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!! May it be a season of hope, joy and love. May God bless everyone of you. And pray that you will let Jesus's love and sacrifice fill your hearts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8587970327440806394?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8587970327440806394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8587970327440806394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8587970327440806394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8587970327440806394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favourite-season-is-coming.html' title='My favourite season is coming :)'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8115143779970257974</id><published>2006-11-23T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:15:29.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Things I want to do before I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In no particular order:-&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to visit the Vatican City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to smell and touch actual tulips (the ones still attached to the soil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to sing on stage (though i might die of fright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to spend a season in time just sketching &amp;amp; painting everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to have 5 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to have 2 dozen grandchildren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to be 70years old walking around, holding hands and eating ice-cream with my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to write a book (doesn't matter if no one reads it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to go bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to take a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to visit the five continents (at least 2 countries in each continent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to teach my children to sing, dance, draw and cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to make quilts for my grandchildren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to sponsor an orphaned child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to go snorkelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to take a gondola ride in Venice before it sinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa before it crumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to visit the Louvre Museum and roam around for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to have a library full of books in my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to learn how to play the piano (i don't play any musical instruments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to go ballroom dancing and learn all the different dances (salsa, merengue, cha cha, Swing, Waltz, rumba, Swing, Jive, Line Dancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to drop everything, go to the airport and fly off to a holiday destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: May Leeng
EMAIL: mleeng@hotmail.com
IP: 218.208.249.15
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=11270531
DATE: 11/23/2006 03:42:19 AM
Hmm....a whole long list of thingyz!!! i can help you fulfill a few of it...hee:-

1) I can give you piano lessons (however, it might take you forever to learn...hee....your fingers might be a bit stiff considering your age =P)

2) I can contribute to your "library" (you'll be receiving books for your burfday, christmas etc.)

3) As for your ballroom dancing, you should save it for your social activities in your 50's...hee

4) I will be your audience when you sing.

5) I will give you a "push" for your bungee jump!!! = P


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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mei Lee
EMAIL: nahf@hotmail.com
IP: 60.51.125.140
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5220804
DATE: 11/27/2006 06:13:38 AM
May Leeng....
Point number '1' is suicidal enough for you!

Mei Fung,
I can help you fulfill a few too:
1. Books...can la. Give me ur list.
2. Holiday trips...can too. We can plan go somewhere together. ML and me planning to go US next yr. Lets go together!
3. I can be ur audience too... if forced to.
4. Bungee jump. U jump..I jump! Heehehe....

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8115143779970257974?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8115143779970257974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8115143779970257974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8115143779970257974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8115143779970257974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things I want to do before I die'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1036877679045450959</id><published>2006-11-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:55:25.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>feeling lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;this whole week has been spent hibernating at home. And I realise that humans are not meant to hibernate. God never made us to hibernate. I felt worse after the week of hibernation. I thought that I just needed to get away from everyone, everything... but somehow nothing goes away and more more just builds up. I think that's how ppl get into depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;I have decided that enough is enough, i am not gonna be sucked into depression. I have the ultimate solution. I'm going for RETAIL THERAPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;Hahaha....no problem too big that some good shopping, good food and good company won't heal. Really, God made friends to make all things bearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1036877679045450959?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1036877679045450959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1036877679045450959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1036877679045450959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1036877679045450959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-lost.html' title='feeling lost'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-87920577561420094</id><published>2006-11-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:52:17.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Working on Mondays should be BANNED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes are closing, my body is aching, my stomach is bloated, my brain is dead... the sky is getting dark.....Its another RAINY MONDAY... sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole purpose of today's blog entry is to WHINE. You can stop reading now cos this whole entry is for me. I just need an outlet to whine and not do my work. Weekends are not long enuff to heal from the gruelling weekdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I even chose a boring colour for this boring entry for this boring and dreary day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a quote to match today :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;"Work is a necessary evil to be avoided" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
haha....i'm going bonkers! Someone please take me away from MONDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Siaobai
EMAIL: siaobai@hotmail.com
IP: 60.49.152.154
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=9162752
DATE: 11/15/2006 03:03:50 AM
hahaa,

just wanna u to know tt im ur faithful reader =) i agree, esply on a rainy day...fell sooo
sleeeepy -.- ....lizzzy.

fOoNg *o*
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-87920577561420094?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/87920577561420094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=87920577561420094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/87920577561420094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/87920577561420094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-on-mondays-should-be-banned.html' title='Working on Mondays should be BANNED!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1963201418175461179</id><published>2006-11-08T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:08:47.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>A Love That Will Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a little something more
Don't want the middle or the one before
I don't desire a complicated past
I want a love that would last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say that you love me
Say i'm the one
Don't kiss and hug me and then try to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't do drama
My tears dun fall fast
I want a love that would last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want just a memory
Give me forever
Don't even think about saying goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos i just want one love to be enough
and remain in my heart till i die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, call me romantic
I guess that's so
There's something more that you outta know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't even ask,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a love that would last,
Forever,
I want a love that would last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want just a memory
Give me forever
Don't even think about saying goodbye
Cos I just want one love to be enough
and remain in my heart till I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there's just a little more that i need
I want a share of the air that you breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that kind of girl to complicate the past
I want a love that would last
Forever
I want a love that would last
Always
I just want a love that would last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a love that would last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********************************************Renee Olstead - A Love That Will Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1963201418175461179?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1963201418175461179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1963201418175461179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1963201418175461179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1963201418175461179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-that-will-last.html' title='A Love That Will Last'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2132602212172607391</id><published>2006-10-30T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:29:57.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Why do I blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Was reading an article yesterday in a magazine...while my hair was being cut and highlighted :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;anyways...the article was on why ppl blog....So i was thinking, why do i blog?? Well... when i first started I was just trying something that everyone was talking about and i thought ok, i'll just try and see if I have anything to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Then as I went along I've found that there are actually people who are reading this....hahaha.... actually I didn't think that anyone was reading anything that I was writing...so basically it was for me...for me to just put into writing things that I was thinking of... I usually don't talk about what I'm doing day to day... some big things I would write abt but I don't sit in front of my laptop and write every single day about what I ate, where i went and what i did...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;But I really like the thought that I can just share wat I'm thinking of...what I feel about certain things...my views and things that I've observed... I didn't know if anyone was reading it, so I just wrote whatever i liked...
But recently I've found out that more and more friends actually read my blog to see what has been happening to me.... which was funny cos I never thought of blogging as a way to keep in touch with friends...maybe bcos I write my own blog but not many of my friends have blogs and also i dun have much time to read other ppl's blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;So back to why I blog....Maybe its because I'm an introvert, I really dun like talking all that much (tho my bf would think otherwise bcos he alway says that he has to pay me to keep quiet, but that's a side of me most ppl would not see) So just quietly sitting here and typing out wat i think is something "therapeudic" for me...I get to vent out how I feel...I can share articles that I like... talk about things that I care about...talk abt how stupid some things in life are.... tell friends that I care (even tho I dun say it much)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;So that's why I blog. Hope I haven't bored whoever is reading this ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: James
EMAIL: jamestanyl76@yahoo.com
IP: 202.188.227.82
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=9658518
DATE: 10/30/2006 06:55:36 PM
zzzzz..bore who..zzzz..: p
anyway, blogging is a way of saying I am still alive and kicking..so, call me, talk to me, email me..: )..zzzzzzz...
James
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Just wanted to remind myself to remember the good. And let go of any offenses. I think everyone's life would be alot easier if they spend more time remembering the good. And complaining less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt;

Like for instance, Malaysia isn't all that bad. There is so much good, yet everyday we hear people complain about their own country. How bad the employment is, the salary, the environment, the transport system.... we forget how good we have it here in Malaysia. We don't have wars, we dun have any natural disasters, we have a stable government and economy. We have a freedom of religion (most of us anyway). We have good houses to stay in, we have cars to drive, we have an education system. All of which so many countries wish that they could have. Yet we spend our time just complaining and comparing. Why dun we compare with ppl who still stay in mud houses? Ppl who can't even go out of their own without wearing veils and covering everything and do not even have their own face to show? Why dun we compare with countries where going to school means walking for 2 hours and having one book to share?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt;And we dun just grumble about the country....we grumble about almost everything. And I for one have come to realise that as long as I keep grumbling, I will not see the good.... So, from today onwards, I shall try my very very very best to see the good in everything... in people that i work with, in my friends, in my family, in my loved ones, in my colleagues, in my office, in my church, in my community, and in my country.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt;Man i sound patriotic today.....hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So ppl, stop grumbling. Close the mouth, open the eyes and SEE the good in everything ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5245119245982000518?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5245119245982000518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5245119245982000518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5245119245982000518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5245119245982000518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-easy-we-forget.html' title='How easy we forget...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1915155059590392116</id><published>2006-10-25T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:36:27.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Love is... hardwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;When i was in school, i used to collect these small cute comics called... "Love is..." and these comics had various sayings....eg. Love is growing old together; Love is keeping a picture of him in your wallet...etc...etc... And they were all really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;But i just wanted to say...they missed one...that is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;LOVE IS...HARDWORK
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660033;"&gt;and its not cute :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1915155059590392116?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1915155059590392116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1915155059590392116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1915155059590392116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1915155059590392116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-hardwork.html' title='Love is... hardwork'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3010874862868874941</id><published>2006-10-10T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:42:51.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Changes in Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life keeps on changing...at 27 i would have thought that for myself and for the close friends around me we would all have pretty much settled down and probably married, starting a family or in a very stable job. But in the last few weeks and months, I have found that that is not the case. People closes to me are all still changing...some changing bf's or breaking up or starting new relationships, changing jobs, going to different countries to work, to study, some just undecided of what their next step is...etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for myself...i think most ppl still think I'm in Maybank...which is not the case, I've quit Mayyyyyyyybankkkkkkkk....bcos like how I've spelt it, that's how fast paced it was. I was bored to tears. Work was slow, ppl were dull and well...let's not go there :p So I lefted Maybank. And now I'm with LexisNexis... a brand new start again....an exciting one tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scary thing is I'm turning 28 soon. At 18 i thought that by 28 i would be married and starting a family soon, but in reality now that 28 is coming...I'm not even close to getting married yet. Tho its not that I'm complaining...cos i've made my choices and not getting married was one of them. But how different things have turned out in all our lives. Its almost exactly 10 years since secondary school, so many changes in everyone. Heck I've put on 14kgs since!!! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The changes in my life....hmmmm....well, nobody who knew me would have thought i would be going out with an indian guy. Happily and willlingly ;) Some are still laughing about it &amp;amp; waiting till i let my dad know :p for those who &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=464,height=700,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/nd70s_3688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Nd70s_3688" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="301" alt="Nd70s_3688" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/nd70s_3688.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dunno...well...here's a picture of Shaun (love this picture ;D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About my career...I studied accounting and finance and ended up a marketing manager...this still gets to ppl...makes them all go "huh??" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now when I look at college kids who say "i'm gonna do this and that by a certain age...I'll get married at so and so age...I'll have this and that by when and when"....i go "hmmmm, don't be too sure..." Life really has a way of suprising you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm moving out of my family house soon. which is another thing that i thought i would do only when i get married...but since i'm 27 i felt that Heck, I might as well know what its like living alone...i might never have the chance again...or it might be something i need to get used to...haha...yes, spinster nest...hahaha... (private joke, u guys kno who u are)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends and family have not changed much I guess...my close friends thru the years have remained kinda close...of course some of which have drifted slightly as distance and time does not permit too much interaction (those reading this and feeling guilty, yes it means you, so u better write!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the rate that things are changing I do believe there is much more changes to come. So to all my friends out there, choose wisely the path you take in life, don't turn back and regret. Enjoy life and don't spend it looking back in regret. I do believe God has a path for everyone of us, and we really dunno what it is, but he does have a plan and a future for us (Jeremiah 29:11) And its a good plan ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i hope and pray for all my friends out there that God will bless and protect everyone of you, through all the changes in your life. Some changes may seem really scary.... but that's why we have friends to share life with ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3010874862868874941?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3010874862868874941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3010874862868874941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3010874862868874941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3010874862868874941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in Life...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5318047687116042915</id><published>2006-08-22T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:29:53.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>The people in your life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;Came across this "questionnaire" of sorts.....thought it was pretty good to remember the ppl in your life ;)....so here goes....

Name 5 people who make you laugh…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun Perumal
2. Sharon Tan
3. Keng
4. Lorraine Rosario
5. Juliana Affandi Tan

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 friends who helped you up while you are down…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. May Leeng
2. Tymi
3. Mei Peng
4. Shwu Yi
5. Shireen
6. Shaun

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 friends who would share their meal with you…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun
2. May Leeng
3. Mei Lee
4. Ngai Yong
5. Mei Peng
6. Shwu Yi
7. Sharon Tan (remember your mum’s tupperwares…kekeke)
8. Farah
9. Shireen

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 colleague/ex-colleagues who you consider friends…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Sharon Tan
2. Lorraine Rosario
3. Pearly Tan
4. Juliana Affandi Tan
5. Theresa Tang
6. Andrew Boey
7. April Ng
8. Yvonne Miranda

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 friends who always remembers your birthday
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. May Leeng
2. Mei Lee
3. Shwu Yi
4. Tymi
5. Shireen

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people who will be with you thick or thin
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. My family (that’s like 10 already…haha)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;

Name 5 people you can call in the middle of the night
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun
2. May Leeng
3. Mei Peng
4. My sisters (3 already ;p)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people who would pray for you
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun
2. Shawn
3. Jill
4. Ps Tim
5. Hao Lin
6. Steven

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people you would go vacation with
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun
2. May Leeng
3. Ngai Yong
4. Mei Lee
5. Mei Peng
6. My whole family ;) ….that’s like 11 ppl… we just came back from camping in Kuantan….before that was caving in Gua Tempurung

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people that you like just lepaking with
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Shaun
2. May Leeng
3. Mei Peng
4. Mei Lee
5. Ngai Yong
6. Shireen
7. Farah
8. Joey
9. Vilas
10. Sharon
11. Lorraine
12. Julie
13. April
14. Keng

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people who would go shopping with you the whole day
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. May Leeng
2. Mei Lee
3. Mei Peng
4. Ngai Yong
5. Shaun
6. Lai Khuan

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;
Name 5 people who have remain in contact for 10 years or more
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Mei Lee (21 years)
2. Shwu Yi (20 years)
3. May Leeng (15 years)
4. Laura (15 years)
5. Erina (15 years)
6. Mei Peng (12 years)
7. Ngai Yong (12 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AUTHOR: Mei Lee&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMAIL: nahf@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IP: 202.180.171.240&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5220804&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DATE: 08/28/2006 08:16:27 AM&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Mei Fung,&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From your list:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Found that you can't count. Read: 5. You've named more that 5 for most of it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I won't share with you for "Name 5 friends who would share their meal with you". I will give you my meal if you want. (Psstt.. wanna stay slim).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I'm so honoured for "Name 5 people who have remain in contact for 10 years or more&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;". I'm first in the List! (That shows we are OLD also).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. It's either MUA, May Leeng, Mei Peng or Ngai Yong. That shows you love us. We love you back...and that's LOTS of it too!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8397996833459470788-5318047687116042915?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5318047687116042915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5318047687116042915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5318047687116042915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5318047687116042915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-in-your-life.html' title='The people in your life....'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1258808025682117005</id><published>2006-08-18T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:43:51.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>KL life is becoming dangerous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;KL is beginning to sound damn scary to live in. Everyday we read in the papers abt rape, robberies, break-ins, murder.... it doesn't seem to stop... doesn't matter if its in broad daylight with plenty of people and cars everywhere, no ones gonna do anything, so why should the thieves be scared.
Have we become a society that just doesn't care abt other ppl? And then when it happens to us, then we suddenly loudly proclaim, "why nobody help???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But can we really blame anyone, i'm sure we've all heard abt all the con jobs going around...who dares to stop and help? what if turn around, we get hurt instead? I guess its all a chicken and egg thing.... which is so sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read in the papers on tuesday, that a step father raped his step-daugher... and her own mother ask for the courts to drop the charges... that she "forgives" her husband... WHAT THE HELL??????
What happens to her daughter that got raped??? She's only 15!! And she got preganant because of the rape. DAMNIT!! How could a mother do that to her own daughter???!!!
Society is just getting so bloody sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hear of all sorts of things that happen, and we take all precaution and care for it not to happen to ourselves or our loved ones. But to hear that a small young girl has to go through that, and her own mother doesn't help her.... its just sooooooo sad. The man is a sick animal.... BUT the mother, bloody hell even animals take care of their own young.... have we become a society that is below animals????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, to all my friends out there....especially the girls.... do take care... life in the city is getting very unsafe. Take every precaution that you can. I'm sure all of you know the drill.... avoid dark places, dun put your bags on the passenger seat, carry a pepper spray, never let a stranger approach you too close, or smell/sniff anything.... RUN if anything is wrong... FIGHT if anyone grabs you... if possible NEVER let him take you away. You already kno how he looks like, possibility of him subsequently letting you go is very small. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care &amp;amp; God Bless!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1258808025682117005?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1258808025682117005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1258808025682117005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1258808025682117005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1258808025682117005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/kl-life-is-becoming-dangerous.html' title='KL life is becoming dangerous...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1380355951214279952</id><published>2006-07-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:46:45.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to All You Marrying Couples ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.
She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"
I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,
"It depends. Is that your husband?"
In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are
good that it's weighing on your mind.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Here's the answer.
EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love
with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and
liked their idiosyncrasies.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a
completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO
anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Because it's happening TO YOU.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about
the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing
there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.
But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's
the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls
become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome
(when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute,
drive you nuts.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you
think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference
between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even
angry subsequent stage.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I
marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the
euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity
is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a
friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.
It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love
with someone else. You could.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same
situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON;
IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll
NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make"
it day in and day out. That's why we have the expression "the labor of love."
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it
takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific
things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your
marriage.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity),
there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise
program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your
relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause
and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are
predictable...you can "make" love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330066;"&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1380355951214279952?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1380355951214279952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1380355951214279952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1380355951214279952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1380355951214279952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/07/dedicated-to-all-you-marrying-couples.html' title='Dedicated to All You Marrying Couples ;)'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-6682008010780923424</id><published>2006-06-19T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:28:28.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>EXPENSES EXPENSES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;well....was counting all the money that's gonna take for me to move in to my new place....WOW....i think i'm gonna be eating maggi and biscuits for a looooooooong looooooooooong time... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;KL living is scary...the expenses of just moving into a small condo is amazingly high. Just to make the most basic of things cost about RM14k...*faint*
I really mean the basics of the basics, nothing fancy AT ALL.... yet....WAH LIOW EH!!! It just keeps increasing and increasing.... =(
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;so, if anyone feels like donating any old furniture to me, please do feel free....donations in form of cash is most welcomed.....hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;spent the whole saturday and sunday searching for my bed.... apparently some mattresses can cost up to RM14k... PSYCHOS!!! i can do my whole damn place just for the price of ONE mattress. Where do ppl find all these money to waste?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;In any case, finally settle for one that is "supposedly" good for this old lady's back. Damage was about RM1k....which is quite minimal, relatively speaking.....har har....
BUT this is all thanks to my "haggling" other half.... me means I would have paid the price according to the price tag....but my haggling better half got the price down to about half..... =p makes u think how much they actually profit....hmmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990033;"&gt;aside from worrying about the things that will go into the house.....been searching all the banks in KL for the best housing loan out there.... it shouldn't be legal that we end up paying almost 80% more than the worth of the house!!! Financial institutions are BLOOD suckers i tell you!!
Yes, i kno, i work for Maybank....still a fact is a fact.... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-6682008010780923424?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6682008010780923424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=6682008010780923424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6682008010780923424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/6682008010780923424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/03/expenses-expenses.html' title='EXPENSES EXPENSES!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-8438742754799097210</id><published>2006-06-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:22:18.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>my new place...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright....its confirmed....just signed over my life.....kakaka....
just signed and gave in deposit for my new place yesterday...now to get
loan shark to lend me the money (a.k.a. bank)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just found some really nice photos for the condo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=550,height=367,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanash02big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanash02big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="Kelanash02big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanash02big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;








&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;of course these are show room unit punya photos lar....if only i could afford to do the place up like this ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=550,height=367,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanash01big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanash01big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="Kelanash01big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanash01big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the living room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;






&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=550,height=367,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanash03big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanash03big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="Kelanash03big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanash03big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;its a split level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;





&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=550,height=367,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanash06big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanash06big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="Kelanash06big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanash06big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;the dining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=550,height=367,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanash08big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanash08big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="Kelanash08big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanash08big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;the kitchen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500,height=375,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanaproject03big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanaproject03big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="150" alt="Kelanaproject03big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanaproject03big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;view from the top.... (cannot see much tho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;






&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500,height=375,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kelanaproject04big.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;&lt;img title="Kelanaproject04big" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="150" alt="Kelanaproject04big" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/kelanaproject04big.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;the entrance (lobby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933cc;"&gt;ok....that's all the pictures for now.... might take some of the actual units soon ;) .... but its empty la....not so "interesting"... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----
COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mei Lin
EMAIL: icysandra@hotmail.com
IP: 86.52.74.253
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=8003566
DATE: 09/06/2006 12:45:03 AM
Very very nice place... Congrats!
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-8438742754799097210?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8438742754799097210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=8438742754799097210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8438742754799097210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/8438742754799097210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-place.html' title='my new place...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3193888138989709360</id><published>2006-06-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:34:35.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Gots me a small place of my own :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 3 looooong months of looking at places (condos)... yesterday I finally found a place. Put in an offer and TODAY the owner has agreed...wooo-hooooooooo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite the excited as this will be my own little "home" :)
Damn, feels good! hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will probably drain me out of all my money...kakaka....but damn it feels great!
a big step to get this place all on my own...there's some fears...but right now just really enjoying the moment and the thought of a little place of my own feels realllllllllll good...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little info on the place....hmmmmmm....its a condo...in Kelana Jaya...
the pool is beautiful....its on the 21st floor....it has a BEAUTIFUL view :)
its a split level... 2+1 room... 1260sqft...
did i mention the beautiful view :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Ok, that's all for now....might take some pictures and put it up the next time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3193888138989709360?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3193888138989709360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3193888138989709360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3193888138989709360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3193888138989709360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/06/gots-me-small-place-of-my-own.html' title='Gots me a small place of my own :)'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3352631966998950559</id><published>2006-04-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:09:59.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>The Marriage Bug is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup, it has arrived. The marriage bug has arrived!!
At 27 years old, people are getting married all around me... its like a pandemic....literally because its happening with friends ALL OVER THE WORLD!! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok ok, maybe i'm getting a wee bit over-exaggerating...but it has just made me think about marriage. Why does one get married? When do u know its the right time? At 27, is my biological clock ticking away like a time bomb? OR should i just relax, sit back and enjoy the life of a "kinda" single girl. Does being single mean that I've fallen behind the bandwagon?? Am i missing something that all those married ppl are "supposedly" enjoying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha... though those questions play in my head I do believe that there is so much more to life than just settling down. I could name dozens of things which i have always wanted to do, yet have not had the opportunity to...either bcos of no money (heck there are bills to be paid) and/or no time (since all I've been doing is climbing the corporate ladder)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmm...I would like to go bungee jumping, parachuting, explore Italy, overcome my fear of the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;join something like "the amazing race"...learn how to paint (i mean really on an easel and not painting a wall ;p) ...get my own place, making it home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we women limit ourselves, or is it society that has govern us to just naturally think that we must get married and built a family in order for our lives to be complete?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has taken a few years just to get myself in a financial state which i can comfortably say that I can go and start doing some of the things that I wish to, provided I have the time...which I am trying to make for now... So why now when I have the opportunity would i want to tie myself down to another "time" consumer of making a marriage work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiiiiiiii.....but at the end of the day, getting married is something that I would want to do eventually. Building a family with the love of your life seems like something dat I wouldn't want to miss out on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that many get married because it seems like such a romantic thing to do. I've seen couples who get married thinking that life would go on like the way it does when ur single, that nothing changes and you can go right on ahead and do everything that you've been wanting to do. But damn, that's not true at all...things do change, a marriage takes up ALOT of your time...and I haven't even talked about having a family yet...
I would hate to end up being married and regretting later on that I've not been able to accomplish or enjoy the things that I've always been wanting to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, the marriage bug. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mei Lee
EMAIL: nahf@hotmail.com
IP: 202.69.68.135
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5220804
DATE: 04/27/2006 07:11:04 AM
MF: You have got the rest of us! Dont see any of us getting married anytime soon. Not for the next 4 yrs at least!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kevin
EMAIL: kevinboo78@yahoo.com
IP: 219.74.33.105
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=1614859
DATE: 06/12/2006 11:03:56 AM
eh.....eh.....serious? when? where? what kinda wedding? traditional chinese?christian?heheheh...watttzzzuuupppppp sista???how has it been?? mini oreos depleted already?dunch worry, some coming your way soon! =)question,did it cost you much for the condo?
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Mei Fung
EMAIL: meifung_1101@hotmail.com
IP: 219.94.112.62
URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2840340
DATE: 06/13/2006 09:37:34 PM
hey Boo!
mini OREOS =) When?? harhar...

welllllll....lets put in this way...i'm gonna be in debt until i'm old and gray =p

next time u come visit, we go see the place k ;)
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3352631966998950559?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3352631966998950559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3352631966998950559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3352631966998950559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3352631966998950559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/04/marriage-bug-is-here.html' title='The Marriage Bug is Here'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-5510506433499544022</id><published>2006-03-21T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:35:24.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Just to clear things up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255);"&gt;It has come to my attention, that many are curious and asking questions abt my personal life. I would appreciate, if you are curious, then come and ask me. Whispering, murmuring and gossiping will only get you that far.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255);"&gt;So, yes, I am no longer in a relationship with Tymi. We broke up mid Dec. We were together for 3 years. I know everyone thought we were gonna get married. But well, its a long story. And its a private story. That only the parties involved would really understand or know. It would be nice if "uninvited" people would stay out of it. Asking out of concern is good, its great. But dishing out opinions when you don't know what happened, is not very welcomed. Actually its NOT welcomed AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255);"&gt;Thank you for respecting my personal life. I'm sure you'll expect the same type of respect for your own personal life.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AUTHOR: Kevin&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMAIL: kevinboo78@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IP: 219.74.197.57&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=1614859&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DATE: 03/22/2006 04:24:34 AM&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOoooohhh...... so much anger and frustration!Looks like me needs to get ya somemore mini oreos! -=) hows ma fave sister?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AUTHOR: Mei Fung&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMAIL: meifung_1101@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IP: 219.94.112.62&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;URL: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2840340&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DATE: 03/22/2006 06:34:47 PM&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh...what to do...some ppl no life, so try to find some excitement in their life by butting into others =p&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES YES, MINI OREOS!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-5510506433499544022?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5510506433499544022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=5510506433499544022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5510506433499544022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/5510506433499544022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-to-clear-things-up.html' title='Just to clear things up'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-1922690362361659739</id><published>2006-02-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:13:17.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Definition of Love 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/193524_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 John 3:16 - 24 &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/193524_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/193524_1744_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="193524_1744_1" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="133" alt="193524_1744_1" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/193524_1744_1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear friends, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God and receive from him anything we ask, because we obey his commands and do what pleases him. And this is his command: to believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and to love one another as he commanded us. Those who obey his commands live in him, and he in them. And this is how we know that he lives in us: We know it by the Spirit he gave us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-1922690362361659739?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1922690362361659739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=1922690362361659739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1922690362361659739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/1922690362361659739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/02/definition-of-love-2.html' title='Definition of Love 2'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2803296585111912647</id><published>2006-02-28T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:40:22.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>In the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=1208,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/186794_9123_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="186794_9123_2" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="151" alt="186794_9123_2" src="http://klworkingirl.blogs.friendster.com/working_in_kl/images/186794_9123_2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, are we not alone in this world?
Do we not face our maker with no one else by our side?
Why then do we try so hard to please those around us?
Every step we make brings us closer to meeting Him.
Do we waste our time pleasing others, gossiping about others,
competing with others, judging others?
What do you do with your time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-2803296585111912647?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2803296585111912647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=2803296585111912647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2803296585111912647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2803296585111912647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-end.html' title='In the end...'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-9111234623195496511</id><published>2006-02-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:16:19.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Definitions of Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Does anyone know how to define "love"?
Came upon this website by chance...it had 292 definitions of love :p...
but there was a few that that struck me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's love if:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;You have great chemistry:&lt;/strong&gt;
You get lost in your conversations, and the hours pass like minutes. You're more than willing to listen to her when she talks about her day. The chemistry between you is remarkable.

&lt;strong&gt;You find her beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt;
Even if you catch her with no makeup on and her hair pulled back while she's unclogging a toilet, she still looks beautiful to you.

&lt;strong&gt;You want to spend time with her:&lt;/strong&gt;
All you want to do is to be with her, whether you're having sex or not. Even if she tells you that sex will have to wait, you don't care.

&lt;strong&gt;You see a future together:&lt;/strong&gt;
You experience the strange feeling that your life would be totally empty without her. You tell your friends and family that she may be The One, and you're even thinking about marrying her.

&lt;strong&gt;You introduce her to your family:&lt;/strong&gt;
It becomes very important to you that your parents like her, and that she gets along with everyone close to you.

&lt;strong&gt;You include her in all your plans:&lt;/strong&gt;
Whether you're going out with your male friends or taking your dog for a walk, you want her there with you. And if she's not there, you can't get her off your mind and sneak off to give her a quick "I miss you" phone call. Of course, you don't tell your buddies.

&lt;strong&gt;You are more romantic:&lt;/strong&gt;
All of a sudden you find yourself listening to cheesy romantic songs and thinking of her. You send her flowers and love notes to work and set up romantic evenings candlelit dinners at home.

&lt;strong&gt;You always take her side:&lt;/strong&gt;
If someone says anything even slightly disparaging about her, you immediately rise to her defense. Furthermore, in social gatherings, you always agree with her even if you disagree behind closed doors.

&lt;strong&gt;She makes you want to be a better man:&lt;/strong&gt;
She challenges and motivates you. She makes you happy, and you'd do anything to make her happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;love means risking your life to save theirs.

love is giving them the last piece of cake, no matter how much you want it.

love is giving your whole self and never holding back.

love is when he remembers things that you forgot about yourself.

love is when he reminds you of these things.

love is when he's the only one that can figure you out, when you don't even know who you are.

love is commitment.

love is that tingly feeling you get and you don't know why.

love is looking forward to waking up early in the morning just to watch them sleep.

love is indvidual, you love them in your own way.

love is true when no one can take it away, no matter how hard they try.

love is holding onto them like tomorrow will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Love is a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We must understand that desire to love is not itself love. Love is an act of will – namely an intention and action." ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott Peck &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;As the great French writer Stendhal said &lt;u&gt;"Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in it."&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;In this sense love is a return on your investment for it. Love dies only when we don't know how to replenish its natural resources. If it dies it is because of our own errors, betrayals and aberrations.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-9111234623195496511?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9111234623195496511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=9111234623195496511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/9111234623195496511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/9111234623195496511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/02/definitions-of-love.html' title='Definitions of Love?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-4522010115883701777</id><published>2006-02-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:57:25.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Quotes that tickle my fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cunning... is but the low mimic of wisdom
&lt;strong&gt;Plato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something
&lt;strong&gt;Plato&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily
&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great ambition is the passion of a great character. Those endowed with it may perform very good or very bad acts. All depends on the principals which direct them.
&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander
&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When small men attempt great enterprises, they always end by reducing them to the level of their mediocrity
&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speak when you're angry, and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret
&lt;strong&gt;Laurence J. Peter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are two kinds of failures: those who thought and never did, and those who did and never thought
&lt;strong&gt;Laurence J. Peter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;


My personal favourite: &lt;/strong&gt;
"How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-4522010115883701777?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4522010115883701777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=4522010115883701777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4522010115883701777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/4522010115883701777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2006/02/quotes-that-tickle-my-fancy.html' title='Quotes that tickle my fancy'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2744864246239765223</id><published>2006-02-16T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:46:30.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that I find interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Faith?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.......
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Is God good?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Sure.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Yes sir.

&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;
Student: (Student is silent.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Yes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: No.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: From...God...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Yes.

&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;/span&gt;
Student: Yes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: So who created evil?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: (Student does not answer.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Yes, sir.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
Student: (Student has no answer.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son... Have you ever seen God?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: No, sir.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
Student: No, sir.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Yes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
&lt;/span&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prof: Yes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prof: Yes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)


Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Sir, my point is that your philosophical premise is flawed.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death is not the opposite of life; just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor…..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;Prof: (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, then are you not just teaching your opinion, sir?
Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;(The class is in uproar.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="color:purple;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student: That is it, sir.. The link between man &amp;amp; God is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-2744864246239765223?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2744864246239765223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=2744864246239765223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2744864246239765223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2744864246239765223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/author-mei-fung-title-faith-status.html' title='Faith?'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-3384096719421013142</id><published>2005-06-13T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:55:50.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>BACKSTABBERS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990066;"&gt;In my short years I am amazed at some people who think backstabbing would get them anywhere in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990066;"&gt;I'm actually quite curious whether backstabbers actually think they are doing what's right? What sort of sad little life have they had that they resort to sad petty little tactics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990066;"&gt;Oh well to all you sad backstabbing idiots out there, (if ur reading this I know who you are!) just thought you should know that there's a special place with your name written on it....Lucifer loves company ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-3384096719421013142?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3384096719421013142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=3384096719421013142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3384096719421013142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/3384096719421013142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2005/06/backstabbers.html' title='BACKSTABBERS!!'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-7137405853108932787</id><published>2005-04-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:53:09.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Looking for a job in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;Changing jobs....the mere mention of changing jobs brings not too fond memories...some distant, some recent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;I'm no stranger to the whole dance routine that everyone has to go through to get a "hopefully" good job. I'm 26 and I've been working since 16. In the last 10 years, I've been a waitress, sales promoter, office girl, admin exec, director, account manager, conference development manager, asst marketing manager....and in almost all of these jobs, i had to go through the whole process of looking for a job, applying for it, waiting anxiously for a call...getting disappointed when there are no calls...getting worried whether your resume was a source of laughter and amusement to some deranged HR manager....going for the interview and praying your hands are not sweaty and you don't fall flat on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;Right now once again I'm embarking on the journey of looking for a job. Like every other person on this planet, i hate it! The whole thing is just totally unpleasant. And even if you get the job, you have to go through the whole process of getting to know new ppl, learning new things, assimilating to the new environment. And if you're really unlucky, you might end up like me right now. Sucky boss, stupid management (i.e. literally like Dilbert) and backstabbing colleagues. (If I'm not mistaken I have some colleagues on Friendster, and they might see this....but hey, if you're gonna act like one, be prepared to be called one to your face!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;Preparing my resume now...gonna massively send it out...hoping to impress someone with it......till then, I'll sit here and anxiously wait, bite my nails, look at my phone, will it to ring (and hopefully its not my mom or sisters wanting something) ...and go for horrid interviews....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;-sigh- working life in KL =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-7137405853108932787?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7137405853108932787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=7137405853108932787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7137405853108932787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/7137405853108932787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2005/04/looking-for-job-in-kl.html' title='Looking for a job in KL'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397996833459470788.post-2539326205269892115</id><published>2005-04-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:37:55.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Old Blog'/><title type='text'>When it rains in KL it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working in KL has its ups and downs....and traffic jams and polluted air... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been born and raised in KL and I just can't see myself living anywhere else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;Today started unlike normal days....its was raining cats and dogs.... Lovely time to just crawl back into bed and snuggle under my comforter with all my pillows....BUT that was not to be...was rudely awaken by the phone. My boyfriend telling me that he's coming to pick me up for work -sigh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;and the day didn't get any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;I work as a Asst Marketing Manager in a publishing firm. My office is right in the heart of KL. Jalan Raja Chulan. I head the marketing department in a so called "international" company which largely feels and functions like Dilbert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;So we were having an event in a hotel today and had to be there extra early to set up everything. Now me and my boyfriend kinda had a argument the night before...and right now if I'm not mistaken, I no longer have a boyfriend. I just couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was him, i dunno, I just called it quits after 2 and a half years together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;But I'll rather not spend too much time whining away. My life is good. I'm young, I've got a bright future. I'm sure I'll survive without a man. And I refuse to whine about not having a man. Its alright, dogs are just as good a companion ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;I'm back in the office now and I gotta go out on a meeting with my boss. Ohhhhh can't wait... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;(just in case you're reading this and you don't know me that well....please read it with lots and lots of sarcasm ;) and don't take things that I say too overly serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660066;"&gt;alrighty then, time to go and be nice to some clients and hope this day doesn't end as badly as it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397996833459470788-2539326205269892115?l=meifungsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2539326205269892115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397996833459470788&amp;postID=2539326205269892115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2539326205269892115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397996833459470788/posts/default/2539326205269892115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meifungsays.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-it-rains-in-kl-it-pours.html' title='When it rains in KL it pours'/><author><name>Mei Fung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729313624971587116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pIzzwNbv6A0/SA7edl4HMvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDQyjeBdfpw/S220/IMG_3954+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
