<?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-17033213</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:49:38.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icybergs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-586532016594392024</id><published>2009-09-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:08:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to note down</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since the last time i write blog. But i think there is something that i want to note down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning woke up about 5am plus due to my baby's cry. Comforted her and go back to sleep but some how can't really fall sleep coz wanted to go washroom but washroom is not available at the moment then just wait..... dunno waited how long and already fall sleep. When i open eye is already almost one hour later. Quickily went washroom and come back sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about being invited to a senior's house which located at those street which sell chinese pray stuff and i saw a ghost in red shirt black skirt following my friend and another two with one having same custom as previous and another in blue/black at the entrance of the house. I told my friend but she say left it. Some how i ask the ghost go away but they remains there. We went some where else but there are snakes around which is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 8am plus but i was super tired due to the dream. Spend whole day in blur mode in office. When i drive home, i saw a red ladybird in grass when i stop by a traffic light. I can't remember when was the last time i saw red live ladybird. Could be ages ago when i still helping my father in farm. Suddenly feel bored and tired why i'm in such life. Do i really like it to be that way? What happen to those dreams and ambition that i used to have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-586532016594392024?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/586532016594392024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=586532016594392024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/586532016594392024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/586532016594392024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-to-note-down.html' title='Something to note down'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-1744327381158875764</id><published>2009-01-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:30:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confinement lady - Ah Hua</title><content type='html'>I was damn regret that I hired this confinement lady called Ah Hua with surname Liew which stay in Segambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already don't be so particular in what she is cooking for me as long as she take care of baby properly and cook 'ok' food. But turns out seems like she dunno how to cook and rules for confinement food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is so lazy until she dun cut ginger, mushroom or fungus freshly everyday. She dig out those tupperwares i have in cupboard and then cut them in batch and use it for 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. According to rule, fungus helps to clean everything inside the body in order for herbs to take place so normally fungus only apply in food for first few days but she continue to use this fungus in my every meal continously for more than a week. Until one day my aunt realised and ask me to stop her immediately before it harm my body further. But who knows she stop for few days then i saw fungus in my breakfast one day i was almost pengsan where i was already start taking herbs. The reason she gave was she thought i already not sien with fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is not very hygiene where she is having long hair which from my observation she only wash it every 3 days. On the day she is going to wash her hair, she will not clip or tie she hair up and she cont on cooking and taking care baby. I've found her hair on my food twice and a lot of she hair falls on my baby's stuff like in the diaper, on my baby's cloth, bed, blanket etc..... i've hinted her by pulling out her hair from my baby cloth in front of her but no reaction. I think I got to wash all my baby stuff again after she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was curious that why everytime when she wake up and leave the room then my baby will wake up. Until I did spot check a few times and found that she put baby sleeping next to her so that she dun need to step over to baby cot to pick up baby when baby cry. Everytime i ask why she will give me funny reasons which I was damn angry but I have to still not to be harsh as baby sleeping with her. And when she put baby sleep with her on the master bed which baby is DIRECTLY UNDER aircond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We sent baby to clinic for jaundice check up and doc found that her cord is being infected. When I told her when we get home she just tell me "is like that for every baby when cord almost drop off la".........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She dun clean baby's bottom part with water or wipe when she change diapers. Until one day I found that my baby's bottom is red and the inner part was screwed. When i help to clean her up, her was so painful. My tears just fall up uncontrollable. When i tell her nicely, she just give me the standard answer "is like that one la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She only cook 3 meals for me everyday until my mum and in law ask why there is no supper. During first week she say because i got stitches at the womb so cannot take chicken. In second week she still not cooking supper until i hinted to her "I WANT SUPPER". She gave husband reason that the pot for cooking herbs dun have filter so cannot sook herbs supper. Husband went to supermarket near by to buy one with filter. Guess what? After that day I do get herbs supper and SHE NEVER USE THE FILTER AT ALL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My husband bring her to wet market first week to buy stuff. In second week, before she go market i told her to get one week stock as husband needs to work cannot go wet market everyday. She answer ok to me and my husband. Before they leave market, husband saw that she holds very little stuff so double confirm with her again which she confirmed that she already got 1 week stock. But in the evening, she was telling me that she needs to go wet market two days later as she need to buy more stock. When i question her why she dun get 1 week stock as i already highlighted to her. Her reply was because i did not told her that husband is not free to bring her there in the following week and the money husband gave her b4 he go ATM is not enuf.  I was damn angry and ask why she don't tell husband she need more money when husband come back from ATM and meet her in market? She just keep quite. I was damn angry and tell her that no one going to wet market in the following week so she need to find her way how to settle in the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She loves TV. When I start to bring my baby to living room in the second week, she enjoyed TV a lot and sometimes she can be feeding baby while watching TV but she dun pay attention to baby's milk bottle, sometimes baby can be just sucking air and she is not realise but happily watching tv. I've catch that few times and reminded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really DAMN FED UP with her and wanted to use FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF for her. I hope ppl who plan to hire confinement lady will see this post especially ppl with similar name so that you dont make the wrong decision for you and your baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-1744327381158875764?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1744327381158875764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=1744327381158875764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/1744327381158875764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/1744327381158875764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2009/01/confinement-lady-ah-hua.html' title='Confinement lady - Ah Hua'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-8488782325182792347</id><published>2008-11-05T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:31:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coloring....</title><content type='html'>Since i was young, i'm never good in drawing, coloring or anything to do with art. But this morning when i was doing my work in office suddenly i feel like doing water coloring!!! What a big surprise!!! Don't know why and how this tot come to my mine.... just that i find it is weird and should i really go get a coloring book and a set of water color?? (when i bored then wht will happen to the water color??? muahahahahha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-8488782325182792347?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8488782325182792347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=8488782325182792347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8488782325182792347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8488782325182792347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/11/coloring.html' title='coloring....'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-2235360333035538544</id><published>2008-11-03T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:32:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list 2009</title><content type='html'>Moving towards end of year 2008, I think is a good time to prepare for wish list 2009. I think this is the first time I really write down my wish list because I really WISH TO HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most important one! Our very own space with our very own kitchen space where we can cook together as family. Our very own nice room and family area. (expensive and something really very high to be archive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to cook more variety nice food. Feel sad that didn't really able to cook well for hubby. Wish to be able to cook at least once nice big meal from starter till dessert every weekend for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..... i think two wish list is not a lot but i think it takes time to complete. I think as long as i can archive these two i'm really happy because that forms the complete family (i think) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-2235360333035538544?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2235360333035538544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=2235360333035538544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/2235360333035538544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/2235360333035538544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list-2009.html' title='wish list 2009'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-8720445890957816532</id><published>2008-07-03T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:13:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HH 9923</title><content type='html'>This morning my hubby and me involved in a car accident at Jalan Tun Razak. The case was happen due to a tourist cab with plat number HH 9923 suddenly stop at the middle of the road due to wrong direction. Hubby manage to stop on time so he dun hit the car in front but the waja behind was not able to stop on time and hit into hubby's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, that tourist cab just run away without giving any help or something. Please pass this on! Do not take this tourist cab if you see this plat number!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-8720445890957816532?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8720445890957816532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=8720445890957816532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8720445890957816532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8720445890957816532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/07/hh-9923.html' title='HH 9923'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-406028834683112687</id><published>2008-05-02T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:38:52.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song that will touch your heart</title><content type='html'>From time to time, there are different songs that will really touch the deepest part of my heart. Not sure is it because change of environment or age..... i found that lately those oldies songs are easily hit the deepest part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time i just started to work, Bangle's Eternal Flame was my favorite, maybe because that time i was still so "in love" with someone from my uni time and i was so hope to be able to be with him one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Britney's From the bottom of my broken heart. This round maybe is because i finally realise that my dream guy is never a possible in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes before I got marry, Selena's dreaming of you was the most popular song in my playlist. I found this song when i was listen to yahoo channel one day, i just found the song is so soft but so mean in for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During song selection for wedding dinner march in, I was so into "Tonight I Celebrate My Love". I still remember this is the first song i put into my pda and i keep on repeating it until the extend i think i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual day photographer prepared the day time photos into a slide show for wedding dinner. He use Jim Brickman's My Valentine as one of the song. I still remember on that night we urge the hotel catering team to start the dinner asap as many of our relative arrive very early. Both me and hb was waiting outside the main entrance door but there's still music playing in the ballroom. Until one moment where i heard everyone claps and the manager come and told us to get ready where they are going to play the march in song soon. I was curious why ppl claps. On that night itself i ask my relatives, frens etc... but everyone just say claps for nothing until i saw the video myself. It was a big shocked that the photographer did a very very good job. It was a very touching video. After i got back to work, my collueages and bosses all wanted to know who is the photographer even my cousin's hb which is a ID loved his work and hired him as his company product photographer. After that i was so into my valentine until today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-406028834683112687?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/406028834683112687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=406028834683112687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/406028834683112687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/406028834683112687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-that-will-touch-your-heart.html' title='A song that will touch your heart'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-1666136185689658784</id><published>2008-04-03T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:57:12.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biz trip vs biz trip</title><content type='html'>I started my biz trip journey ALONE to Jakarta by end Feb. It was a real scary trip as before I go I keep on getting horror stories from brother, collueage and the worst thing is on the day before i departure my boss drop me a greeting "have a safe trip" before he left office. I was like...... omg.... u make me scared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily someone from the office in Jakarta pick me up from airport but I didn't enjoy myself too much for the remaining of few days in Jakarta. Because I dun enjoy the food. I can say that for the whole trip, the total food intake is even lesser than my daily total food intake in Malaysia. Most of the time I only take some rice or something plain so i don't feel hungry. The meal that I enjoy the most is the western breakfast that the hotel provide because i enjoy cereals a lot. On the other hand, that was the first and only trip that I carry mineral water in my luggage and fly all the way from KL to Jakarta. I bring total for 3 big bottles of mineral water and 1 small bottle of mineral water.(I was thinking whether I'm the only one doing that and will the custom think that I'm crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of March, I've been called to SG immediately due to a major issue happen in client place. I was pretty ok with SG because i have friends and relatives there but the bad news was the country manager told me that he can't find a hotel for me because all hotels are fully booked. On the day of departure, he send me a email saying that he managed to book a room for me somewhere in a nice resort place. Ends up, i was staying in a hotel which has no shops around and very far away from town. Therefore i didn't get to shop for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i flew back to malaysia i tot that i can stay for a while before i need to travel again but once i step into office the next day, i got a mail frm Sg which asking me to fly down for a meeting the next day. OMG!!! Even the admin staff was shocked when i ask her to buy air ticket again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rounds of biz trip, I really feel it is very tiring and wasting time to travel like this. But one thing i like to fly to sg again is because i love to shop in changi airport!!! It is really a shopping paradise as the things are cheap compare to those selling in malaysia (same brand, same items after convert to RM) and more varieties!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-1666136185689658784?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1666136185689658784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=1666136185689658784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/1666136185689658784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/1666136185689658784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/04/biz-trip-vs-biz-trip.html' title='Biz trip vs biz trip'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-6811740302450409431</id><published>2008-01-25T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:13:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Feeling Today</title><content type='html'>It has been a long long time since my last entry in this blog. I think more than half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this half a year, a lot of changes in my life. Changing job and facing great new challenges; sad with my weak weak body which fall sick almost every month; trying so hard to conceive but failed; feeling so lost on career/life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long chat with a friend which is studying in overseas where she is trying so hard to survive in life and trying so hard to survive in IT studies. The chat session with her inspired me that how lucky I am living here and don't stay under the bad shadow anymore. She highlighted this "走到累了就会发觉家里最好嘛" which makes me feel that I cannot stay at where I am now. I should move forward, move into my own dream although not all dreams can be manage but need to depends on fate but at least I need to kick-start those that can be manage. Do not care about what people think, what people say, what people compare but be myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-6811740302450409431?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6811740302450409431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=6811740302450409431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6811740302450409431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6811740302450409431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-funny-feeling-today.html' title='My Funny Feeling Today'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-3266831446021128945</id><published>2007-05-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:05:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light up my day</title><content type='html'>I was so down these few days because everything doesn't seems to be right. &lt;br /&gt;- My house streamyx has been down since last friday due to TM accidently cut my line off(sort of technical error). I wasted almost few hours everyday at night just to call TM, perform stupid routine test, asking for reasons etc..... and it is still down till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My astro gone crazy for no reason where when I switch on my TV i only see a lot of vertical lines. Just like i'm sticking a vertical line wrapping paper on the TV screen. I was too tired to be fed up and just off all power supply for TV, astro, dvd player for short period then try again. Luckily it works else i really dunno what i will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Water filter start to making noise again once i switch on the power supply. What's going on? There's water supply as usual.... why is it not helping me in doing RO water filtering job? So fed up after many tries, decided to just leave it alone as there's still plenty of water in the storage. I definitely will pay a bit more for better service and better quality when this one goes down next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems to be down as well as my mood, suddenly i found &lt;a href="http://cp.c-ij.com/english/index.html"&gt;HIM&lt;/a&gt;. HE light up my life today!!!!! There are too many great ideas, origami, cards etc given. HE makes me feel like having a color printer immediately. Although i had one but since long long time ago, i've never brought any catridge as it is too costly. But i think i will still go grab a color catridge after this as i want to start to practice the art work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-3266831446021128945?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3266831446021128945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=3266831446021128945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3266831446021128945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3266831446021128945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2007/05/light-up-my-day.html' title='Light up my day'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-3358066386956772892</id><published>2007-05-07T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:47:13.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish... I wish not...</title><content type='html'>I wish...&lt;br /&gt;   Time can fly faster as I don't sit here everyday to wait for time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;   I can hug you into the dream every day.&lt;br /&gt;   We can understand each other's brain frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish not...&lt;br /&gt;   To have time of separating.&lt;br /&gt;   To face evil alone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... but life still goes on no matter what ..... end of the day I also don't know what I wish for.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-3358066386956772892?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3358066386956772892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=3358066386956772892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3358066386956772892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3358066386956772892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-i-wish-not.html' title='I wish... I wish not...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-4422159849122344845</id><published>2007-04-30T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:17:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again after a long long break</title><content type='html'>phew...... i think it was really a long break i took in this blog. Because i was busy preparing for my wedding, my honeymoon, my trip back to hometown, fall sick for about a week. after all, i'm found that i really enjoying the time with my hubby and time when i fall asleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-4422159849122344845?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4422159849122344845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=4422159849122344845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/4422159849122344845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/4422159849122344845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-again-after-long-long-break.html' title='Back again after a long long break'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-8901594203958588399</id><published>2007-03-18T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:13:48.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending off someone in airport</title><content type='html'>Sending off someone in airport will never be my favorite job. Not because I'm lazy to drive all the way to KLIA is because I do not like the feeling of being separated. Either is just a short trip or a long duration trip; either I'm the one being send off or I'm sending off someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm sending of DD to Taiwan for a short business trip. Although I know that it's just a few days trip and he will be back soon but I still can't control my tears. Luckily I'm at McD (where I'm writing this now) where there's a lot of ppl so I can still tahan a bit. (phew.....) At the same time, I need to pick up my parent which come back from Sarawak two hours later. There's not much of entertainment here. I can't watch movie on my laptop because it is too noisy here. I keep on playin &lt;a href="http://www.shockwave.com/contentPlay/shockwave.jsp?id=blocky&amp;memberStatus=NotSignedIn"&gt;Blocky&lt;/a&gt; which doesn't required to have a mouse. Unlike feeding frenzy... although I love it so much but without mouse, there is no way can play it well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-8901594203958588399?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8901594203958588399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=8901594203958588399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8901594203958588399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8901594203958588399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2007/03/sending-off-someone-in-airport.html' title='Sending off someone in airport'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-8016949364223821398</id><published>2007-02-21T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:37:43.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cwuovu6vWq0/RdwQ-tHSmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wYQxXIxe44/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cwuovu6vWq0/RdwQ-tHSmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wYQxXIxe44/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033917152941480610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back hometown for CNY break with DD. Some how we manage to stop at one of the rest area for a toilet break. Something surprised me when I got back to the car --&gt; two butterflies are stick with each other back to back on the wind screen. Me and DD start to snap photo using our phone like crazy (just to get the best shoots). We are wondering why these two butterflies stick with each other back to back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cwuovu6vWq0/RdwR2NHSmrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HhfBX0ZYu4A/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cwuovu6vWq0/RdwR2NHSmrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HhfBX0ZYu4A/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033918106424220338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sungai Palas Boh estate on the first day of CNY. There is a new platform built by the estate for visitors to have a rest while enjoying the fresh tea. DD managed to snap this panorama with his phone. We really enjoy our great time there. Wish to be there again next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-8016949364223821398?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8016949364223821398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=8016949364223821398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8016949364223821398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8016949364223821398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-break.html' title='Chinese New Year break'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cwuovu6vWq0/RdwQ-tHSmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wYQxXIxe44/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-8527880570894790895</id><published>2006-12-21T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:36:17.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>豺狼窝</title><content type='html'>Recently I had the feeling that I'm living in a "guys" environment in the office after the only female teammate left us. And they are very active in talking about girls, how to tackle girls, how to judge girls etc etc..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Monday there's a new girl joined the other team in IT and a few of the guys are extremely active against the girl and there's kind of competition. And during one of the discussion, those guys mentioned that they really didn't treat me as a girl already!!!!! Or i should say not a normal girl because they say I'm so 'chan kai' and fierce.... (pengsan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, almost all of the guys in IT team will rush to badminton session. (For the very first time the response so so great). Because last week there's a 'snow white' in the next court which attracted all our guys' attention. Hahahah stay tune on what will happen tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-8527880570894790895?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8527880570894790895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=8527880570894790895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8527880570894790895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/8527880570894790895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='豺狼窝'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-4723795401912875460</id><published>2006-12-04T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:07:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My book</title><content type='html'>I have the wish to write my own book which talks about my life. And finally I've created it but it turns out to be my english life book instead of chinese. But one day I will translate them into chinese when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me for the URL but guess it! If you manage to guess and found it then it is fate; if you did not manage to guess it then the fate is not here yet or will not be here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: It is my very own book, which totally about icybergs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-4723795401912875460?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4723795401912875460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=4723795401912875460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/4723795401912875460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/4723795401912875460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-book.html' title='My book'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-6844828934781617141</id><published>2006-12-01T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:06:49.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle bell</title><content type='html'>Jingle bell.... jingle bel.... jingle all the way..... This melody start appearing in my heart and all shopping centers and websites already decorated with xmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also help HR to prepare a animation xmas email greeting for staff and soon later this afternoon our christmas tree will be up at the receptionist area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running to every shopping center to take a look at the nice xmas decoration and just wish to go with love one so will be very warm and romantic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember last year 1-U new wing had the fake snow which is really impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-6844828934781617141?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6844828934781617141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=6844828934781617141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6844828934781617141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6844828934781617141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/12/jingle-bell.html' title='Jingle bell'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-6980933445091923285</id><published>2006-11-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:10:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to gain weight!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to gain weight!!!!! Maybe because I had cough for two weeks then got asthma attack over weekend. It was such a difficult night where I can't sleep due to asthma and so tired. Doc gave me extra strong medicine and it works!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine not only works and it also brings my appetite back!!! Now I have at least need to eat 4 times a day. Except 3 normal meals I still take biscuit or "man tao" in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to gain at least 5kg when my DD comes back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-6980933445091923285?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6980933445091923285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=6980933445091923285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6980933445091923285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/6980933445091923285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-gain-weight.html' title='I want to gain weight!!!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-5178535176265779180</id><published>2006-11-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:50:05.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm very tired..... Can I give up?</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired!!!!! Tired with work, tired with family matters and tired with a lot of preparation, budgetting and plannings...... I want to shout it out loud that "I WANT TO GIVE UP!!!" I really want to give up, maybe not all but give up most of the things. It is too tired to do so many people's work just by myself. I only can take it to this extend but not more. I just have to say "Sorry... dear".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-5178535176265779180?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5178535176265779180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=5178535176265779180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5178535176265779180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5178535176265779180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-very-tired-can-i-give-up.html' title='I&apos;m very tired..... Can I give up?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-2939717180429592147</id><published>2006-11-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:43:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsvantage!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/DSC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/DSC00466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are on our way to car park to collect car to lunch we met this Direct-access promotion and adsvantage jeep at the road site. Each of us got 1 can of drink and 1 copy of adsvantage magazine. The most important thing is they snapped our group photo!!!! SO? So, stay tune with my team's group photo in next month's adsvantage!!!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-2939717180429592147?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2939717180429592147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=2939717180429592147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/2939717180429592147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/2939717180429592147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/adsvantage.html' title='Adsvantage!!!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-7048043238840396873</id><published>2006-11-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:04:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TN sent me these images and they are very true for different group of people under different circumstances. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-7048043238840396873?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7048043238840396873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=7048043238840396873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/7048043238840396873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/7048043238840396873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/feel-it.html' title='Feel it!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-5380451350288576938</id><published>2006-11-06T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:42:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart beat 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/talking-tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/talking-tulips.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time in my career that I need to present my team's plan for year 2007 to all HOD. I'm very nervous because I've heard a lot of scary stories from other managers or HODs on how they were being questioned by our CEO, COO and MD until don't know what to say previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation was never a big issue for me during my uni time but maybe because I've never present for "BIG PEOPLE" like them. When my superior heard that I need to go home and practice, he was laughing and joking to the other manager. He keep on telling me there's no big deal because anything happen he will still be there to help me out. But I still doesn't feel comfortable with this because I really hope that the first time will be a good start for me, for my team, for my superior..... wish me good luck, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-5380451350288576938?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5380451350288576938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=5380451350288576938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5380451350288576938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5380451350288576938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/heart-beat-100_06.html' title='Heart beat 100'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-816207433038497881</id><published>2006-11-05T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:37:35.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning @ pasar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/1600/ist2_292693_i_love_you.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2045/2079/320/ist2_292693_i_love_you.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I went to the market near my house on Sunday early morning because normally I will sleep till late morning or I go market on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely go to market early in the morning today because need to buy fruits and vege for my lunch and dinner. And I was quite surprise that there are a lot of old couples buying stuff in the market and the other thing is they are still holding each other's hand just like any of the young couples in shopping center. The scene is really warm where some men hold the wife's hand and holding a lot of other stuff on the other hand. Some scene are like the wife carrying so many bags and the men stop letting her holding the stuff after they meet somewhere before they walk to car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the feeling for those who planned to get marry or planned for divorce. They should pay a visit to this Sunday market to have a look. For those who planned to get marry must be able to imagine that whether they can carry this life long commitment; for those who planned for divorce should pay a visit to understand why they want to divorce and where are the warm feeling and commitment that agreed during the wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-816207433038497881?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/816207433038497881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=816207433038497881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/816207433038497881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/816207433038497881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday-morning-pasar.html' title='Sunday morning @ pasar'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-5895704088766357246</id><published>2006-11-01T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:07:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearty congee week</title><content type='html'>Not feeling well since last Saturday, therefore decided to have something warm for breakfast everyday. The idea of having congee pops up. Started with vege type of congee as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Barley + "Fu Zhuk" soup without sugar&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Barley congee&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Sweet potato congee&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Lotus congee (coz still not fully recovered yet)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - maybe mushroom scallop congee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-5895704088766357246?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5895704088766357246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=5895704088766357246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5895704088766357246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/5895704088766357246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/11/hearty-congee-week.html' title='Hearty congee week'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-3698397571420389731</id><published>2006-10-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:04:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on beta!!!</title><content type='html'>Just switched to blogger's beta version where they integrated my blog to my gmail account therefore I have to use gmail access to login to blogger. Haven't got time to really explore all the new features offered by this beta version but one of the cons about this is I can't comment on those blog which is not in beta version yet .... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-3698397571420389731?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3698397571420389731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=3698397571420389731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3698397571420389731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/3698397571420389731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-on-beta.html' title='I&apos;m on beta!!!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116218963593997130</id><published>2006-10-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:34.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Dignity</title><content type='html'>Had a interview with a married candidate this morning together with S and C. This is a experienced programmer where he has been working for 6 years in the same company and having the company not paying him salary on time and did not pay his EPF for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about the interview process because it is just as usual where he talk about his experiences, expectations.... Q&amp;A etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special thing about this interview is it really makes me understand about a man's dignity of serving a family. Where S bring up a very good example where after having a family, no matter how... a man will always take care of family therefore he will need a stable job and income. Even a company willing to pay him double of the salary where the uncertainty is high, he is not willing to move on. He can't take it if he is going to ask the wife to pay for the house loan, baby's expenses etc..... Same goes to C, he also had the same idea about this. And they strongly believe that married man will stay longer in a stable job in order to sustain, therefore this candidate is a very good candidate to be our team leader but unfortunately is the salary he requested does matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116218963593997130?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116218963593997130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116218963593997130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116218963593997130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116218963593997130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/mans-dignity.html' title='Man&apos;s Dignity'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116195374934635805</id><published>2006-10-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果哭泣有用的话。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00454.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00454.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果哭有用的话，我会哭尽我所有的眼泪。。。可是现实告诉我别浪费眼泪在一些不值得的人身上。告诉自己一定要靠自己，要不然今晚就要当看护员了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很后悔当初没有买IKEA的工具箱。不过，“马死落地行”牺牲剪刀把它修了吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116195374934635805?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116195374934635805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116195374934635805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116195374934635805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116195374934635805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='如果哭泣有用的话。。。'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116183311646189489</id><published>2006-10-26T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack for software</title><content type='html'>Was playing with a photo album software lately and found that it is quite nice and powerful so decided to crack it. So I went and search for the crack on the net for the first time (because normally I got DD to help me :D). After I typed in the name of the crack I want, google just found it instantly. I click into the first link listed and OMG!!!!!!! I was almost vomit out that time because I was having soup as dinner at the same time I'm using the computer. Although most of the time DD will tell me that there are a lot of "dirty" photos in those crackers site but this is the first time I 领教 by what DD means..... Regret to get the crack and decide I would rather not to have the software instead.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116183311646189489?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116183311646189489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116183311646189489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116183311646189489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116183311646189489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/crack-for-software.html' title='Crack for software'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116169732059994405</id><published>2006-10-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot chics in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>From TV show we can know that there are a lot of hot chics in Taiwan but I didn't really take note of it until recently so many ppl are so concern about us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation with c&lt;br /&gt;c: where is ur dear dear?&lt;br /&gt;me: he went to taiwan this morning lo....&lt;br /&gt;c: he will there for how long?&lt;br /&gt;me: one month kua....&lt;br /&gt;c: wah!! taiwan girl very sexy and 're qing' wo.... lol&lt;br /&gt;me: err.... nothing i can do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation with k&lt;br /&gt;k: are you going to bf house again today?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, why should i go everyday? somemore he is not in m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;k: where is he?&lt;br /&gt;me: taiwan&lt;br /&gt;k: is he sick of travelling?&lt;br /&gt;me: i think so....&lt;br /&gt;k: oh!!!! taiwan girl very hot oooo.....&lt;br /&gt;me:.....&lt;br /&gt;k: u call back every 5 hours to check out&lt;br /&gt;me: that will even speed up "the process" right?&lt;br /&gt;k: true also. nothing u can do also.... (c laughing at the other side when he heard all these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation with family members&lt;br /&gt;gm: where is ur bf? why he not coming today?&lt;br /&gt;me: he went to taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;sf: ha? taiwan girl very 're qing' !!!! is he going alone?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes...&lt;br /&gt;sf: wah..... very hard for me to describe but i think he will get caught ... lol&lt;br /&gt;d: better dun think so much since u can't see...&lt;br /&gt;sf: i think u die lar.... he so innocent sure kena caught.....&lt;br /&gt;me: err......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116169732059994405?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116169732059994405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116169732059994405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116169732059994405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116169732059994405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/hot-chics-in-taiwan.html' title='Hot chics in Taiwan'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116157050186539716</id><published>2006-10-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down tool</title><content type='html'>Was thinking to have a count down tool in place to put on my table in the room so that I can perform daily count down. Thinking of putting 31 candies or 31 biscuit in a container where I eat one a day. When the time it finish means it's time that I meet you again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116157050186539716?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116157050186539716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116157050186539716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116157050186539716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116157050186539716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/count-down-tool.html' title='Count down tool'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116096483684934976</id><published>2006-10-16T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl MUST wear real earring for wedding?</title><content type='html'>Me and other collueages brought a set Lazo Diamond earring for the lady collueage which getting marry end of this month. During the time we discuss about the earring, they found out that I do not have "hole" for real earring then they said I MUST have one when I get marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then J suggest that I should go and make one during "kuan yin" festive. I'm so scared!!!! Scared of pain..... scared of diseases..... is it a MUST to wear real earring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116096483684934976?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116096483684934976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116096483684934976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116096483684934976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116096483684934976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-must-wear-real-earring-for.html' title='Girl MUST wear real earring for wedding?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116090217717920478</id><published>2006-10-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will happen if clorex went into my finger's cut?</title><content type='html'>I wonder what will happen if clorex went into my finger's cut? Because I am so scared and feel so painful when clorex went into my finger's cut. It is so so so pain until my body being soften and dunno what to do. Until I was halt for a while then only run to water tab to wash the cut.... Will it cause poison when clorex when into finger's cut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116090217717920478?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116090217717920478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116090217717920478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116090217717920478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116090217717920478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-will-happen-if-clorex-went-into.html' title='What will happen if clorex went into my finger&apos;s cut?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116072000599754056</id><published>2006-10-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They managed to guess our 30th Sept secret!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... maybe because added another 4 brains from network team and they managed to guess our 30th Sept secret with the same set of clues..... H was laughing when he got to know because he said we are way ahead of him..... IS and WL were saying they want to go my hometown for the ceremony but they being turned down when I say everything will be held in KL.... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116072000599754056?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116072000599754056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116072000599754056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116072000599754056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116072000599754056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-managed-to-guess-our-30th-sept.html' title='They managed to guess our 30th Sept secret!!!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116070827714831036</id><published>2006-10-13T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly kite again!</title><content type='html'>Why it always happen? Everytime when it's almost there where I'm almost got it then it fly kite! Waited for so long to have the door to be in...... tick tick tick.... from 1 month time to 2 weeks time to 1 week time and 1 day time then suddenly my phone rings. "Sorry we can't make it, can we postpone to some day next week or later?" A sentence that I don't know how to response....... Do I have a choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116070827714831036?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116070827714831036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116070827714831036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116070827714831036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116070827714831036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly-kite-again.html' title='Fly kite again!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116005713157316021</id><published>2006-10-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid autumn wish</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Tomorrow is mid autumn of 2006. Wish that you are here to celebrate mid autumn with me; wish that you are here to light up lantern with me; wish that you are here to celebrate mid autumn with me every year till forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116005713157316021?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116005713157316021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116005713157316021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116005713157316021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116005713157316021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/mid-autumn-wish.html' title='Mid autumn wish'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-116002121880221984</id><published>2006-10-05T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 45 minutes utilised to win in the war</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaahahaha, 4 of our team members only took about 45minutes to win the Star Craft War!!!!!! Is time for us to consider where to go for a luxury steak dinner which will be paid by the managers. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-116002121880221984?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/116002121880221984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=116002121880221984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116002121880221984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/116002121880221984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/only-45-minutes-utilised-to-win-in-war.html' title='Only 45 minutes utilised to win in the war'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115987416731834891</id><published>2006-10-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck day</title><content type='html'>I think I had bad luck sometimes but today is really bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to wake up ealier today to go for server restart process in office but I was so stupid until I off the alarm clock and continue to sleep again. In conclusion, I was late for server restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, just about half an hour before we go for lunch. I was about to walk back to my place then suddenly KT's leg crosses mine."POP!" such a loud sound where I got kicked by him. It was so painful until I screamed and KT also shocked. This happen because he was not aware that I'm passing by from the back. He was so scared until he keep on apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when it's time to go home then I got stomach ache and start running in and out of washroom. :(( Why is it so? Why Why Why?? Have to stay on longer to make sure I'm ok before can start to drive home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115987416731834891?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115987416731834891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115987416731834891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115987416731834891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115987416731834891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-luck-day.html' title='Bad luck day'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115978176563647011</id><published>2006-10-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish not to have sadness and tear sensor</title><content type='html'>Really wish that I do not have sadness and tear sensor so that I don't feel sad and cry easily. Because I admit that I'm a person which easily cry and fall sad. That's why the place that I hate to go the most are hospital and airport. Because even I'm sending someone off for a vacation or short trip I will also feel very sad and tear can easily fall off. Is there a way to disable tear sensor in the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115978176563647011?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115978176563647011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115978176563647011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115978176563647011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115978176563647011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/10/wish-not-to-have-sadness-and-tear.html' title='Wish not to have sadness and tear sensor'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115926367729669340</id><published>2006-09-26T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like eating cheese cake</title><content type='html'>Has been falling sick for about a week and these few days became worst where I can't smell or taste anything correctly. Suddenly saw the Secret Recipe catalogue on my table and feel like eating cheese cake. There are so many of them that I wish to eat but when I calculate the cost then it start to turn me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of cheese cake = RM6.50 + 15% tax = RM7.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this price I can get 1 small pack of Famous Amos chocolate chips biscuit which can last for about a week if I share with my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this price I can have lunch for two days....... SO? Get out from dream and back to reality ... :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115926367729669340?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115926367729669340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115926367729669340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115926367729669340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115926367729669340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-like-eating-cheese-cake.html' title='Feel like eating cheese cake'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115888854169799282</id><published>2006-09-22T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate myself...</title><content type='html'>I hate myself. A lot of times I can easily being "soft heart" because of small matters. The freedom that I've been waiting for so long is just around the corner. Very soon I'll have my own freedom my own space but because of a bowl of soup or a sentence easily make me feel guilty and let go the freedom. Why is this so?????? Can someone freeze my heart into ice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115888854169799282?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115888854169799282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115888854169799282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115888854169799282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115888854169799282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115873245491700356</id><published>2006-09-20T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>side effects of retrenchment</title><content type='html'>Had an interview with a candidate as usual few days ago. From the conversation with him clearly let me feel that the retrenchment in his ex-company three years ago really hurt him a lot and kill his career confidence away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I log on the YM this morning, one of my first job's ex-collueage message me and we are the batch got retrenched by company 5 years ago. Thank god that both of us are recovered from the retrenchment nightmare where he already married with very good career now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recall what happen five years ago when I got retrenched during my first job which is really hurt a lot. But luckily I was managed to get a new job within very short duration and so call I enjoyed the "JOY" of being retrenched :D (I'm crazy!) If company plan for retrencement I think I'll shout "me... me.... me!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115873245491700356?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115873245491700356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115873245491700356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115873245491700356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115873245491700356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/09/side-effects-of-retrenchment.html' title='side effects of retrenchment'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115811245098854159</id><published>2006-09-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:32.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to be small skeleton</title><content type='html'>Was really busy and tired, so happen last night I've to eat out therefore decided to drop by 1-U to grab some stuff. When I passed by Beatrice Looi's shop, the new arrival displayed was so nice until I walk into the shop directly without having to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the evening gown in there are so nice!! One of the white gown with red flower stitches shines. Although the price is RM5xx but I had the feeling to have a try but when I ask for my size the sales girl told me that there was the only piece and it is "S". :(( really wish to be a "S" size skeleton..... Because it is so hard to get "love at first sight" gown lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115811245098854159?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115811245098854159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115811245098854159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115811245098854159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115811245098854159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish-to-be-small-skeleton.html' title='Wish to be small skeleton'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115760943837992062</id><published>2006-09-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:32.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Honeymoon is over...</title><content type='html'>Being soak into honeymoon environment for few days. Frankly speaking I really enjoy these few days very much but at the same time it also make me think further for my future life. Should I or should I not? Can it be or it can't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll really a girl with too many questions which always ends up with so many question marks on the table........ It's time back to normal ASTRO life :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115760943837992062?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115760943837992062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115760943837992062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115760943837992062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115760943837992062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-honeymoon-is-over.html' title='My Honeymoon is over...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115607871001637673</id><published>2006-08-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:32.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career workshop</title><content type='html'>When to career workshop at Prince Hotel with SK. Overall the workshop was ok where got to learn some basic face feng shui, gym technic, make up and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable part is by Bill Keith. He is going to be 51 soon but he looks like about 40+. He used a lot of funny ways to deliver the theory of life to us. The remedy that he taught us is 2 table spoons honey + 1 tea spoon cinnamon twice a day to improve immune system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115607871001637673?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115607871001637673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115607871001637673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115607871001637673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115607871001637673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/career-workshop.html' title='Career workshop'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115570683292620125</id><published>2006-08-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST...</title><content type='html'>I'm lost... Don't even know what I'm doing, what should I be doing... A lot of hobbies put on hold for no reason. Woke up for work at 1:30am this morning makes me even blur now. There are too many question marks of why and how in my brain need to be solve in order to get momentum on going. Maybe by getting more sleep? Or reduce my nightmare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115570683292620125?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115570683292620125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115570683292620125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115570683292620125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115570683292620125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='LOST...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115518369680955814</id><published>2006-08-10T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick... tick... tick... counting down</title><content type='html'>Going thru the snap shots you've posted. And it makes my heart really feel like being there with you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(having headphone on with the song 感应~泳儿）.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Those scene that we were there together two years ago appear in my mind all over again. Maybe I watch too much drama or I was really born to love the place so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down now.... counting down to meet you.... how nice it is if I can stick in your luggage whenever you travel.... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115518369680955814?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115518369680955814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115518369680955814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115518369680955814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115518369680955814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/tick-tick-tick-counting-down.html' title='tick... tick... tick... counting down'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115508608451631863</id><published>2006-08-09T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see it, now you don't!</title><content type='html'>"Now you see it, now you don't!" this is one of the famous slogan that I can remember during my childhood. Which is the M&amp;M chocolate's advertisement slogan. But now I can apply this slogan on my pimples!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drinking green tea since long time ago but recently I read in newspaper on the recycle tips where after finish drinking green tea, the green tea bag can be use for facial purposes. I've decided to have a try yesterday and surprisingly the three pimples which stay on my face for few days were gone when I woke up in the morning... WOW.. It is amazing and the pimples were gone without leaving any scars.... I love you... green tea bags :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115508608451631863?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115508608451631863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115508608451631863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115508608451631863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115508608451631863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-you-see-it-now-you-dont.html' title='Now you see it, now you don&apos;t!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115487368620948508</id><published>2006-08-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人无你有，人有你优，人优你更优</title><content type='html'>Got this phase from a HK drama but I think need quite a long long duration to digest it because although the actor in the drama did explained once. Once I manage to digest then I hope it helps :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115487368620948508?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115487368620948508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115487368620948508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115487368620948508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115487368620948508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='人无你有，人有你优，人优你更优'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115465414880425919</id><published>2006-08-04T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where should I be heading to?</title><content type='html'>The traffic is super smooth this morning eventhough I woke up half an hour late. The weather out there is cooling where I'm sitting in front of my computer typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I had the feeling that I don't know where should I be heading to? Whether I had made the right decision on everything in my life. Maybe it's time to take more fresh cherrie to spice up and computer worker like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115465414880425919?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115465414880425919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115465414880425919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115465414880425919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115465414880425919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-should-i-be-heading-to.html' title='Where should I be heading to?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115451618243356429</id><published>2006-08-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 portions of fruit and vege in daily meal</title><content type='html'>Has been reading a book which talking about healty nutrition. And the most basic rule is to have 5 portions of different fruits or vegetables in daily meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started trying to compliance to this since Monday but till now still cannot be 100% compliance yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Banana + apple + four season beans&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Banana + potato (is this considered as vege?) + brocolli + lady's finger + guava + sawi (1 star because I passed :D)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Banana + lady's finger + 苦瓜 ... more to go before i sleep :D.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115451618243356429?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115451618243356429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115451618243356429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115451618243356429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115451618243356429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/08/5-portions-of-fruit-and-vege-in-daily.html' title='5 portions of fruit and vege in daily meal'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115397276081948953</id><published>2006-07-27T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live with surprises</title><content type='html'>How bored it is if a person live with no surprises? I found that it is fun when planning for surprises because the work has to be done undercover and it must bring the heart attack element to the receiver. LOL. Be prepared if someone around you give you a surprise :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115397276081948953?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115397276081948953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115397276081948953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115397276081948953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115397276081948953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/live-with-surprises.html' title='Live with surprises'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115382310662649017</id><published>2006-07-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative cells....where r u?</title><content type='html'>Craft was used to be one of my hobby because I have special interest in doing all these. From origami, knitting, cross stitch, chinese knot to Calligraphy. But I have not been doing these for very long time. I think maybe since the day I start work. Like suddenly all my creative cells gone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately was being inspired by some of the stuff online when I was surfing where all these craft can be very fun in my life. Suddenly like I have so many things need to try.... Maybe I want to try with cooking first. But waiting for him to help in setting up the new pan by putting on the handle :D Wow... then I can make pancake, sausage, ham..... then I want to try chinese knot? knitting? Creative + creative + cReaTivE .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115382310662649017?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115382310662649017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115382310662649017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115382310662649017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115382310662649017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/creative-cellswhere-r-u.html' title='Creative cells....where r u?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115373890395086230</id><published>2006-07-24T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give and Take</title><content type='html'>There's always give and take rules apply in every single thing. I was thinking whether I should really stick to the give and take measurement here. Coz I really unable to convinced myself that I should be socialised to the extend that I start to feel that I don't enjoy the process and that's a big problem for me. How?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe should sleep more then.......................zzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115373890395086230?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115373890395086230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115373890395086230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115373890395086230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115373890395086230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-and-take.html' title='Give and Take'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115313188963970463</id><published>2006-07-17T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of different feels</title><content type='html'>Was almost to the extreme for the pass few days because my mood swing seriously due to a lot of occasions happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to body balance class again, where I automatically choose the space next to the glasses. I saw aeroplane and sunset skyline which make me felt so touch! Maybe I have not observing this for the pass few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole housing area's power supply got cut off for whatever reason since Friday's midnight till 5 o'clock in Saturday's morning. It was so hot like being surrounded by hot air and can't breath! It's the first time that I sleep in the living room. Or I should say that I rest but not sleep till Saturday morning and just took bath in order to meet friends in SS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that recently he was having problem in my room where he got sneeze easily in my room therefore decided to turn my room up side down to clean up what ever possible dust. Spend the whole evening to do vacumming and cleaning. I wish I have a coolest and nicer vacum cleaner where I can get the job done easily.. LOL.. Free sauna for the evening.... How nice if there's a space that allows me to sell second hand things easily so that I can get a new one..... how nice if I can have an oven to bake things that I like.... how nice this.... how nice that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115313188963970463?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115313188963970463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115313188963970463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115313188963970463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115313188963970463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/mixture-of-different-feels.html' title='Mixture of different feels'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115268480910728365</id><published>2006-07-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling of being trusted and trusting someone</title><content type='html'>What is the feeling of being trusted? What is the feeling of trusting someone? Suddenly I lost those feeling..... Personally I'm a person which very hard to trust someone therefore it always take a very long time to trust a person either in work or in social. But maybe because I've experienced the cases where I being fooled by the person I trusted therefore the whole process even take longer time than before. What is the feeling of being trusted? I always experience the true feeling of being trusted easily when holding a baby. When a baby sit and lay comfortablely on my arm or body then there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-evaluate my "TRUST" scale which either apply on the situation being trusted or trusting someone. How nice is it if TRUST is like dollar value which can be calculated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115268480910728365?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115268480910728365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115268480910728365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115268480910728365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115268480910728365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-of-being-trusted-and-trusting.html' title='Feeling of being trusted and trusting someone'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115228272329500684</id><published>2006-07-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time I look at the star in the sky</title><content type='html'>I really can't remember when was the last time I look at the stars in the sky. And I don't even realised that there are stars in the sky anymore until yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for body balance class after work. This is the first time I took the place next to the glass because there were a lot of other students. The class started a bit late at about 7:15pm. Track 1... Track 2... Track 3............. time flies and it's the last track where instructor will off the air-cond and lights so everyone can lay down on the yoga mad and relax. Soft music playing in the air and everyone is encourage to relax themselve in what ever position that most comfortable with like release pony tail... I closed my eyes to try to release my stress from work. Towards the end, I choose to open my eye and enjoy the view outside the glass, and surprised!!!! I saw stars blinking in the sky!!!!! I don't know how to explain my feeling ... is like feeling of happy mixed with dissappointing feeling. I'm happy because it has been such a long time I never seen stars blinking in the sky; I'm dissappointed because how can I forgot about stars in the sky since I start working..... Is it that I spend too much time in work or any other things until I've forgotten to have a look at the sky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115228272329500684?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115228272329500684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115228272329500684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115228272329500684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115228272329500684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-was-last-time-i-look-at-star-in.html' title='When was the last time I look at the star in the sky'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115192306272829161</id><published>2006-07-03T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not easy to be a female</title><content type='html'>It's never been an easy job of being a female especially in today's society. This title will be more interesting if I'm going to write it in cantonese as the drama's title but I'm never good in typing cantonese text. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be a female especially successful corporate female cum good house wife. Most of the female today wear a lot of hats: being it a house wife; being it a mother; being it a lovely wife; being it a sexy dinner partner; being it a departmental manager; being it a smart family financial planner..... non of the title mentioned is an easy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama bring's me a very good question for me to exercise my brain:"If you knew the ending of the story is really bad, will you still want go for a try?". The advice is no one can ever determine the ending because it all depends on the elements of different stage in your life. Well, personally there is no right or wrong answer to this because I believe in what you gain means what you've lost on the other side. Because of this, I'm very nervous when something goes right all the way which will bring me to something worst at the end. Which female do not wish to have a husband which really love and take care of herself? Even superstars like Nicole Kidman or Melinda Gates.... but no one knows whether this relationship will really accompany us until the last breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't wait to finish the whole set of the drama but I'm really sure that the more I watch the more tissue I'll need for my tears..... and wish all the lovers including myself "珍惜曾经拥有，更期盼天长地久!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115192306272829161?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115192306272829161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115192306272829161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115192306272829161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115192306272829161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-easy-to-be-female.html' title='Not easy to be a female'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115185052843630093</id><published>2006-07-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一盏灯。。。</title><content type='html'>不记得曾经在张小娴的哪一本小说中阅的一盏灯等待主人的故事。自从一个人生活，每当发高烧或感冒时都很没安全感所以都需要一盏宝宝所用的灯陪伴。无意中发现了张小娴的小说中的感觉，一种无法形容的呵护。一盏灯的重要让我领悟到观察周围的重要，一种无法形容的感觉。。。。。只希望人人都可以至少领悟一次。。。。。 ：D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115185052843630093?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115185052843630093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115185052843630093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115185052843630093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115185052843630093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='一盏灯。。。'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115149264371001763</id><published>2006-06-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A memorable trip</title><content type='html'>Been to a special trip to take a break. To other ppl, they might think that it's a bored trip but I do enjoy it very much but felt guilty coz did not manage to try out some events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the trip so much and throughout the trip, I only need to think of what to eat next, where to go next and what time go to sleep....... Something that will never happen in KL coz there are too many things to bother with and so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to see the photos......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115149264371001763?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115149264371001763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115149264371001763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115149264371001763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115149264371001763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/memorable-trip.html' title='A memorable trip'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115061712338356684</id><published>2006-06-18T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of you...</title><content type='html'>Drove parent to a wedding dinner in Subang yesterday night. It's a very nice environment at Imperial because it is a brand new building with nice renovation. I think I didn't wear skirt and high heel for the pass 6months and I've decided to do so yesterday night. I'm surprised when I reach the restaurant coz I have a very nice view with my 2 inches high heel because I was like much more taller among the aunties and uncles. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, the restaurant was playing all 60's chinese songs which was quite bored. Suddenly the music change to my current favorite song -- Selena's dreaming of you(which also my current ringtone :D). Suddenly I had the feel of "wah!!!!" because there's the session where the groom and bride cut cakes which is really romantic with the surround sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole function last till about 12am and I still need to drive home. When I reach home is about 1am... phew!!! very tired and was really dangerous to drive while I tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115061712338356684?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115061712338356684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115061712338356684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115061712338356684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115061712338356684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreaming-of-you.html' title='Dreaming of you...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115051002117470896</id><published>2006-06-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Hard Rock Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner on Thursday. It was a bit late due to some other task need to be settled. We were there about 9pm and it was really crowded and we've queue up for about 10minutes in order to get our table. The environment was really great compare to the last time I been there maybe it's because of world cup session. :) The dishes all come in huge portion which is really scary maybe that's the normal size for western people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some one though that he is so hardsome until the waitress give him a glass of free lemon tea. The truth makes him dissappointed when the bill comes because it contains the word "refill". There are few classic phases capture for the night : "瘦小如竹，没前没后，一看就知道是你lo.."; "when you drink it, you doesn't feel much taste but when you swallow the mango juice till your throat then the smell really strong. What brand of mango juice is this?" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115051002117470896?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115051002117470896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115051002117470896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115051002117470896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115051002117470896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/miracle-hard-rock-cafe.html' title='Miracle Hard Rock Cafe'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115016164821050354</id><published>2006-06-13T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current favorite pict from my phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone busy eating and drinking during uncle's shop opening ceremony, there's a crazy lady keep on snapping pictures with the flowers at the entrance area using her phone. That's me!!! Parent complaint that I'm crazy but when they saw the output on my computer they were shocked! This is one the photo that I like the most! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115016164821050354?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115016164821050354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115016164821050354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115016164821050354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115016164821050354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-current-favorite-pict-from-my-phone.html' title='My current favorite pict from my phone'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-115016128420788891</id><published>2006-06-13T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth picks star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00315.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00315.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time saw a guy did this during a meal quite some time ago. Had the feeling that whichever lady got that will be very happy although it's just a cheap tooth picks star. Wanted to try to do this but never until last weekend's dinner with family. While waiting for dishes I saw a small plate filled with tooth picks on the table which makes my eyes shine. I managed to create it on first try! :) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00308.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00308.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth picks star with the smelly vege that I hate the most!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-115016128420788891?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/115016128420788891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=115016128420788891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115016128420788891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/115016128420788891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/tooth-picks-star.html' title='Tooth picks star'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114985876883365997</id><published>2006-06-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick... Sick... Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I met my family doctor on Tuesday, before I start to tell him about my symptoms he started with "flu, cough, sore throat.....". Ha ha because he can see these on my face :"&gt;. He gave me all these medicine and remind me to take it as scheduled but I didn't do so until my flu got serious today then I start to take all according to schedule and wow.... Really blur!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to eat nasi lemak.... want to eat curry chicken.... want to eat ice cream.... but cannot :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114985876883365997?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114985876883365997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114985876883365997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114985876883365997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114985876883365997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick... Sick... Sick...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114948521206180326</id><published>2006-06-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink, Drunk......</title><content type='html'>Had long chat with brother last night. He came out with a joke to tell me that I should learn to drink. For social, for work and also for events. Looking back, I've been working for such a long time and I still not a drinker yet. I still remember the first time I drink in current company's first dinner and managers got shocked and worried because I drove myself that day. The first time I drink without having bf around was last company dinner where I had a glass of beer but I only finish half of it. Remembered during house warming party that I got stucked with one of my father's friend and he requested me to have a drink and started to pour wine into my glass then he got scolded by my uncle. There it goes, all about my drinking experience. Sometimes I really feel like having a try to drink and get drunk because I do not know what is the feeling of getting drunk..... ha ha sounds stupid but really curiuos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114948521206180326?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114948521206180326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114948521206180326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114948521206180326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114948521206180326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/drink-drunk.html' title='Drink, Drunk......'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114946945168809541</id><published>2006-06-05T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online novels</title><content type='html'>Found these two online novel web sites last week when I tried to look for book cover picture for my posting. &lt;a href="http://xs2022.novelsky.com/"&gt;http://xs2022.novelsky.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.readnovel.com"&gt;http://www.readnovel.com&lt;/a&gt; where there are a lot of novels e.g. Five person I met in heaven, novels by 张小娴，武侠小说... These really makes me feel like having a broadband at home so that I can keep on reading online without buying books so can save more for vacations and food!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114946945168809541?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114946945168809541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114946945168809541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114946945168809541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114946945168809541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/online-novels.html' title='Online novels'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114914751496847118</id><published>2006-06-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 legs ladybird in my camera phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally I learn how to focus correctly with my phone in order to snap nice photo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114914751496847118?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114914751496847118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114914751496847118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114914751496847118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114914751496847118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-legs-ladybird-in-my-camera-phone.html' title='4 legs ladybird in my camera phone'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114903835199828598</id><published>2006-05-31T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陈鲁豫。心相约</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/00125748.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/00125748.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么，昨晚我又发神经了。突然不想看电视，就连平时很爱看的西厢奇缘也没兴趣。躺在床上发白日梦。突然一股力量推使我走近久违的书架--《陈鲁豫。心相约》一本从大众书局展览中以特价买回来将近两个月而被包的美美的它吸引了我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;躺在床上开始了序，一编精彩的序让我不想停下来。九点半。。。十点半。。。我真的想一口气把它读完。身为女性的点点。。。如何自强不息。。。太好了。。。 让你也来分享。&lt;a href="http://www7.readnovel.com/novel/2022.html"&gt;http://www7.readnovel.com/novel/2022.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114903835199828598?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114903835199828598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114903835199828598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114903835199828598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114903835199828598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_31.html' title='陈鲁豫。心相约'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114898509669872452</id><published>2006-05-30T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:30.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 secrets that a lady must take note of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/image006.jpg" 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/17033213-114898509669872452?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114898509669872452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114898509669872452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114898509669872452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114898509669872452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/6-secrets-that-lady-must-take-note-of.html' title='6 secrets that a lady must take note of'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114898433728748827</id><published>2006-05-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Hand Shake</title><content type='html'>I met with a director from Ireland last Thursday after work where he came to asia to promote his company product and my company was interested in one of his core product. He is not a very charming person or a very good presenter but he has very good hand shake etiquette which really impressed me. I met a lot of management people but I seldom met a person which is having good hand shake etiquette especially Malaysian. Most of the time, person will just hold my hand softly and quick one which give me the impression that he/she is not sincere or not paying attention. I really curious and wanted to ask people who I shaked hand with before on my hand shake skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online and search for the explanation of the art of hand shake and I find something which are very true and important to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting and Greeting:The handshake should be firm and make eye contact. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party manners: Dress appropriately. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duties of host / hostess: Introduce your guests.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manners in public places: Be considerate of others.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Restaurant &amp; fast food dining skills: Talk in a soft natural tone of voice.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Table manners: Never lick your fingers.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telephone manners: Slowly say your number twice, at the beginning of the message you are leaving on someones answering machine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank-you notes: Send them with-in a week.  &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/17033213-114898433728748827?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114898433728748827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114898433728748827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114898433728748827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114898433728748827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-of-hand-shake.html' title='The Art of Hand Shake'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114886507214931088</id><published>2006-05-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday</title><content type='html'>Time flies, today is Sunday again. Hopefully this is the ending of the bad week. My team work very hard for the pass few weeks just because of two terms - WC(world cup) and MCMC(many cham multiple cham). Planned to proposed to S when he is back to spend whole team to Japanese buffet or Modesto's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few first time(s) for me this week. First time experience server exploded disaster which I was totally lost in the first place but I know that I must stand in order to lead the team. First time in playing around with so many fuse switches in order to check which segment of the electronic devices got wrong and causes blackout. First time get a discounted price DVD player which I'm so satisfied because the size is really compact! First time pull the gate by myself in order to be able to drive my car out due the cable of the gate was having problem which need to fix by recable all over again to avoid blackout again(RM400!!). The gate was really heavy which beyond my expectations, maybe I was hungry or maybe I was having flu then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought you sore-throat sweets but you cure without taking any while I was having sore throat few days ago; I brought you flu pills but you are ok over the other side of the globe but I'm having flu here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114886507214931088?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114886507214931088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114886507214931088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114886507214931088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114886507214931088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114871993934240266</id><published>2006-05-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/Copy%20of%20DSC00280.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/Copy%20of%20DSC00280.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this when I'm in 1-U!!!! The great thing is it come with two colors just nice.... 1 whole set!!!!! But it's expensive!!! If I buy both then is RM 40 :( Nevermind, snap this photo to keep as my memory ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114871993934240266?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114871993934240266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114871993934240266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114871993934240266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114871993934240266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-favorite.html' title='My favorite'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114862381617664624</id><published>2006-05-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of work..... start to day dream...</title><content type='html'>Although today is not the 13th Friday but it the double of it. (2x13=26th the Friday) A lot incidents happen in office since morning till evening. Most of the time I was not at my desk but at other people's desk solving issues and running around.Maybe I'm too tired when I'm back to my desk and start to day dream again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate shop near by is having more and more chocalate varieties. How nice if one day I'm rich enough to buy those chocolates all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I didn't wear dress or skirt to work for so long although my cupboard is full of dresses or skirts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining that I'm walking on Prague's land now with autumn's weather...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice when if I got our new DVD player then I can start playing mp3 or wma songs when I do house work..... bla bla bla.... Outside still raining....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114862381617664624?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114862381617664624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114862381617664624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114862381617664624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114862381617664624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-of-work-start-to-day-dream.html' title='Tired of work..... start to day dream...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114856891910559259</id><published>2006-05-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying with opera mini</title><content type='html'>i'm posting this for the first time from my mobile opera mini. it is a great browser on mobile! i've just access to nanyang online before i come to here. although not as good as pc browser but it fulfill my internet access needs on mobile. hope you can try when you are back. good nite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114856891910559259?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114856891910559259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114856891910559259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114856891910559259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114856891910559259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/flying-with-opera-mini.html' title='flying with opera mini'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114851931193576328</id><published>2006-05-25T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm blur like a fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/clock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/clock.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this picture and guess what funny thing that happen to me when I was blur a fish.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114851931193576328?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114851931193576328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114851931193576328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114851931193576328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114851931193576328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-im-blur-like-fish.html' title='When I&apos;m blur like a fish'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114851861504719948</id><published>2006-05-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>management's ball game</title><content type='html'>Is a really tiring week, been to few project meetings and I started to experienced more and more management ball games surrounding me and some of them has already involved my role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started on management role I've been told that "i though" concept can never be applied in management world because it is not appropriate. But recently I've being thrown into problems because I've been given reasons like "so and so though when u proposed means it is ON" or "I though I've sent you the final draft (but in actual case it is not)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is time to sit down to review the processes again because it is too late. You get what I mean? Or I should ask myself again "Am I suitable in a management role?"..... hahaha very funny joke to start off the busy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114851861504719948?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114851861504719948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114851861504719948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114851861504719948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114851861504719948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/managements-ball-game.html' title='management&apos;s ball game'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114836438538183789</id><published>2006-05-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White color for me</title><content type='html'>I'm in all white today. White shirt plus white pants just because when I woke up just felt like having some bright colors to brighten my day. Eventually till now I feel that I'm lucky and I'm very happy because there are a lot of surprises. You buzz me this morning!! I posted my gmail address in the knitting and stitch site to ask for a four season stitch map for quite sometime and he send to me today!!! I'm supposed to face some critical process by myself today but he suddenly tendered to me this morning!!! I think I will have more white cloth later ... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114836438538183789?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114836438538183789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114836438538183789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114836438538183789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114836438538183789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/white-color-for-me.html' title='White color for me'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114829865476002605</id><published>2006-05-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your support!</title><content type='html'>Today is a disaster day. A lot of technical issues in office where we need to perform a lot of recovery and servers porting but to me that is not something too difficult but just need more energy to cop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand is shaking now because I'm in the mid of preparing letter for him where I'll need to handover the letter to him first thing in the morning tomorrow. He is not doing things that supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do it alone tomorrow because my superior is not in and although other managers give me very good support but I'm still shaking. I need to be strong, really strong to face this. I need a lot of support, I need to be brave, I need to be very strong....... I MUST be strong......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114829865476002605?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114829865476002605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114829865476002605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114829865476002605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114829865476002605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-your-support.html' title='I need your support!'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114820445969999142</id><published>2006-05-21T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the phone is not behaving well?</title><content type='html'>I started using this phone since last christmas which till now still less than 6 months and it started behaving weird! I can't send or receive MMS; it can't save photos that I snapped occasionally..... I send it to the manufacturer's counter at Sunway Pyramid on Sat, the sales man restore my phone setting..... wah... :(( my setting all gone after he did the reset process..... he asked me to bring the phone back to service center for 3 hours to update the software in order to solve the MMS problem. I though I can solve it by downloading the software from the net and upgrade it myself. Too bad! The software is 30MB I'll need ages to download that here..... Might need to consider alternative.... Anyone can help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114820445969999142?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114820445969999142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114820445969999142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114820445969999142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114820445969999142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-phone-is-not-behaving-well.html' title='Why the phone is not behaving well?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114782842223018651</id><published>2006-05-17T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired from the bottom of my heart</title><content type='html'>I myself cannot explain why but I started to have the feeling of tired from the bottom of my heart since last week. Tired of work, tired of family, tired of food, tired of dreams........... or I can say long time I never had day dreaming session........... hoping for a long vacations soon to escape from any calls or emails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114782842223018651?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114782842223018651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114782842223018651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114782842223018651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114782842223018651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-from-bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='tired from the bottom of my heart'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114761132962673640</id><published>2006-05-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butter cookies awaits u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00251.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/DSC00251.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that i promised u to bake butter cookies during a grocery shopping session. Suddenly felt like baking it this evening. Although it doesn't taste as good as the peanut cookies but really hope that you can taste it asap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114761132962673640?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114761132962673640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114761132962673640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114761132962673640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114761132962673640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/butter-cookies-awaits-u.html' title='butter cookies awaits u'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114740658855542148</id><published>2006-05-12T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just being lazy again...</title><content type='html'>Today is holiday. Woke up very early to finish off house work and plan to go for a walk but felt very lazy to drive out. Ends up being a coach potato at house. TV, laptop, piles of paper work need to be done, my glasses, phone........ a lot of items on the table but just doesn't feel like doing anything at this moment. Found nice butter cookies recipe online but still lazy to start work. Oh no.... I'm so lazy to get started, get the momentum on going. Doesn't feel like eating, drinking, walking but just to be a coach potato for today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114740658855542148?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114740658855542148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114740658855542148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114740658855542148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114740658855542148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-being-lazy-again.html' title='just being lazy again...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114725339351788949</id><published>2006-05-10T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tear from heart</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure this will happen to all management staff but this is the first time it happen to me. although i've been told that being a management staff i need to be ready to handle this but i just shake when i'm in that situation. his tear almost fall down.... i doesn't feel good. so i start to ask myself "am i suitable to be a management staff?" can u tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114725339351788949?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114725339351788949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114725339351788949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114725339351788949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114725339351788949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/tear-from-heart.html' title='tear from heart'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114706812257533817</id><published>2006-05-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna miss u...</title><content type='html'>gonna miss u again. wish that you were there when the water tank leaks, wish that you were there when RO water machine goes down, wish that you were there when i fall sick...... when my wish will come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114706812257533817?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114706812257533817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114706812257533817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114706812257533817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114706812257533817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/gonna-miss-u.html' title='gonna miss u...'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114663644921401987</id><published>2006-05-03T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being IT</title><content type='html'>I'm the only person in the big family studies and work as IT professional. In the eye of non-IT person, I should be a person that live, trust and use IT all the time. But I can tell that I'm totally opposite of all these. I felt insecure with IT all the time from many perspective. I felt insecure in using online services or e-services; I felt insecure of knowing new friend online; I felt insecure with my family members/love ones using online friends making services etc....... Maybe because I got to know about a lot of incidents about bad consequences of "ONLINE". Lost money with online services, cousin's boy friend has a online gf so decided to let go my cousin...... How can I live in IT but do not trust IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114663644921401987?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114663644921401987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114663644921401987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114663644921401987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114663644921401987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-it.html' title='Being IT'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114663609178394689</id><published>2006-05-03T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... the fifth person</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading the book. In conclusion, I felt really sad because when you are really loving someone in deep but you are unable to be with him/her. The lonely feel from the deep of heart kills. If that will not be a long life love then why should be together? Unless the two lovers will really meet again in heaven when the day comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114663609178394689?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114663609178394689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114663609178394689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114663609178394689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114663609178394689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-fifth-person.html' title='Finally... the fifth person'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114640743446773417</id><published>2006-04-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five people you meet in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/1600/fivepeopleppbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6374/1632/320/fivepeopleppbk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading this book now. This book was in the shelf for quite sometime. After the incident of my twin niece left me, my whole family was live in very sad mood for quite sometime. My bf told me that this book give some hint on why things happen the way it was. So he encourage me to read it. I was not really into it when he told me this until few weeks back where I just suddenly switch my mind to pick up this book. I'm in chapter 4 now where the main actor in the story is meeting up with the fourth person in heaven. Although I don't really understand about what I've read but on and off I start to think in a different way like why is it happen that way, will I meet the same group of people as the main actor? Hopefully when the time I finish this I get a better idea of the whole story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114640743446773417?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114640743446773417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114640743446773417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114640743446773417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114640743446773417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/04/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html' title='Five people you meet in heaven'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114369295888673299</id><published>2006-03-30T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in prediction?</title><content type='html'>A lot of people around me believe in predictions. They go for prediction occasionally throughout the year. Does prediction really the actual case?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114369295888673299?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114369295888673299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114369295888673299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114369295888673299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114369295888673299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/03/believe-in-prediction.html' title='Believe in prediction?'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17033213.post-114283273810941714</id><published>2006-03-20T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:38:28.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第一次通宵达旦</title><content type='html'>第一次通宵达旦只因为一个对公司来说是个大而重要的计划.这一次我真的豁出去了.可是结果却非常失望.结果不如预期中的令人满意.我真的错了吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17033213-114283273810941714?l=icybergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/feeds/114283273810941714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17033213&amp;postID=114283273810941714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114283273810941714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17033213/posts/default/114283273810941714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icybergs.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='第一次通宵达旦'/><author><name>icybergs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
