<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:44:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Save the EARTH</title><description></description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-4264653244283717450</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T13:07:57.757+08:00</atom:updated><title>Every couples are falling apart! Why?-just shop for more!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 1, 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I already know what my addiction is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I shop for purses while love walks out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't cry, buy a bag and get over it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And, I'm not concerned with all the politics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; It's a lot of men I know I could find another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; What I know is that I'm always happy when I walk out the store, store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Love's like a runway but which one do I love more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I know I might come off as negative &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Relationships are often so hard to tame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; A Prada dress has never broken my heart before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And, ballin's something that I'm fed up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Men they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm into a lot of bling, Cadillac, Chanel and Coach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Fellas boast but they can't really handle my female approach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Buying things is hard to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So we can't go all the way, I know you might hate it but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-4264653244283717450?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-couples-are-falling-apart-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-1991457981308804473</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T16:36:59.290+08:00</atom:updated><title>Life is Wonderful</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Do you think, everything, everyone, is going mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It seems to me that it's spiraling outta control and it's inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now don't you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this time is yours, this time is mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it's temperamental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It seems to me, we're on all fours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;crawling on our knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;someone help us please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.Oh Jesus Christ almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do I feel alright? No not slightly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's just the bureaucrats who won't give me a mortgage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well it's very funny cos I got your fucking money a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nd I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh yes, I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Everything's just wonderful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm having the time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't you want something else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;something new, than what we've got here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And don't you feel it's all the same.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ome sick game and it's not insincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wish I could change the ways of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;make it a nice place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Until that day, I guess we stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;doing what we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;,screwing who we screw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.Why can't I sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't say it's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wanna be able to eat spaghetti bolognaise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and not feel bad about it for days and days and days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the magazines they talk about weight loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I buy those jeans I can look like Kate Moss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh no it's not the life I chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess that's the way that things go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;stupid fonts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-1991457981308804473?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-wonderful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-2367569157459326265</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T16:11:59.771+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woosh....I've made it!!Went to mall WITHOUT getting anything EXCEPT for a blueberry muffin and a salted cheese sponge cake. (the muffin was superb,not too sweet,just suit my taste bud and the salted cheese was yummy,yummy!i like it!)Trying hard not to peep at stuffs,not even to enter any other shops simply.Actually orhhorh, really nothing much to see and buy..Every other week see the same damned things.All i need now is just a pair of pretty-pretty wedges to go along with my new silk barbie top :P OK,that reminds me i have to dig for gold before the next statement comes. Kota Damansara was where i spent almost my whole afternoon with MelvC while waiting for his colleagues to do a short introduction to my new calling-job. Don texted me today bout the Chivas saying that his friend is kinda interested and i'm still waiting for my first-ever-chivas-confirmation.Charles and Keith has opened in Pavillion. Please do let me make a remark of our first outlet of Charles and Keith in M'sia."The shoes are awesomely,freaking expensive.Girls,buy them from S'pore!" There i was,walking out of the shop in despair.Sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii284/pmyap68/cnk_11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ban KL's Charles &amp;amp; Keith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-2367569157459326265?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/07/woosh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-3701233568707760887</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T16:12:22.057+08:00</atom:updated><title>Getting older with no money!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When is my time going to come? Spent all my efforts but see no results. Times are bad,business pun takda. Recently signed up for eBay,charged me for every single details for my items. I'll be in debts, before i could sell off any of my stuff! What a "pleasant" day today? Of all days, I never intended to update the items on my blog, and when I planned to come home early today to snap some shots to post, right after some brilliant ideas sparked in my head halfway when I was practicing Qi Gong this morning. I'm now at home sitting in front of my pc just to find out that camera is not at home! AhhHHHHhhhHHH....FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-3701233568707760887?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-older-with-no-money.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-9139252993403292980</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T18:28:40.174+08:00</atom:updated><title>Last Sunday's sermon,by Ps. Hock!</title><description>&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Sacrifice - Dying to Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we truly present ourselves to God as a living sacrifice? In a nutshell, we must die to our prior selves. This concept is wonderfully presented in this anonymous poem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are forgotten, neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you don't sting or hurt with the oversight, but your heart is happy being counted worthy to suffer for Christ; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinion ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any annoyance; when you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, and endure it as Jesus did; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you are content with any food, and offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or record your own good works or itch after commendation, when you can truly love to be unknown; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met, and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy, nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and you are in desperate circumstances; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit, inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="dynlink" onclick="window.location='http://www.AllAboutGod.com/fruit-of-the-spirit.htm'"&gt;Grow Deeper Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-9139252993403292980?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-sundays-sermonby-ps-hock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-6899704530664678934</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:36:52.398+08:00</atom:updated><title>Another month goes by...</title><description>Entering the month of July!Bye,bye,bye June!Last day of the month,Losh's last day of work in KL,Last day of V job in MAB.Last day of sale.Last day of the past.Still haven't got the comfirmation of working for MR.B.I felt so bad when i told him today's could be the last day of my V JOB.Recording of only few pages were done before i left to meet my friend.When i was at the mall today,another surfer's brand,i saw a pair of slipper made of PIG SKIN was in a plastic.Of all slippers,only that was in plastic.They can't touch pig and therefore they put them in a plastic bag?It just came to my conciousness as a joke,they discriminate PIG skin.i'm glad of today's outing!I found something in my garden,a dead bat!Louie....GOOD JOB!That's mama's boy..hehe..This song dedicated to Mr.Bat's family.Your family know you won't be going home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 564px; height: 391px;" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii284/pmyap68/pmblog/30-06-08_1813.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you rest in peace,Mr.Bat!I'm sorry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-6899704530664678934?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-month-goes-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-557532987410569877</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T22:04:27.243+08:00</atom:updated><title>IT'LL ALL GET BETTER IN TIME!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's been the longest winter without you,I didn't know where to turn to,See somehow I can't forget you,After all that we've been through,Going coming thought I heard a knock,Who's there no one,Thinking that I deserve it,Now I realise that I really didn't know,If you didn't notice you mean everything,Quickly I'm learning to love again,All I  know is I'm gon' be ok.Thought I couldn't live without you,It's gonna hurt when it heals too,It'll all get better in time,And even though I really love you,I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to,It'll all get better in time.I couldn't turn on the TV,Without something there to remaind me,Was it all that easy,To just put aside your feelings.If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh,Hurt my feelings but that's the path,I believe in,And I know that time will heal it,&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything,Quickly I'm learning to love again,All I know is I'm gon' be ok.Thought I couldn't live without you,It's gonna hurt when it heals too,It'll all get better in time,And even though I really love you,I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to,It'll all get better in time.Since there's no more you and me,It's time I let you go,So I can be free,And live my life how it should be,No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you,Yes I will.Thought I couldn't live without you,It's gonna hurt when it heals too,It'll all get better in time,And even though I really love you,I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to,It'll all get better in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losh,I know how you relating me to that song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-557532987410569877?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/06/itll-all-get-better-in-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid 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src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-1353519786168778814?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-2863957631264180880</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 09:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T22:03:03.718+08:00</atom:updated><title>4-dAY CAMP with flu and tan</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having flu and tanned....eee....since early this week in the camp..Almost half a month haven't been writing anything.Been busy updating my blog,the other blog,and went for 4-day camp in T'ganu,Awana Kijal.It was good and it was so much fun dressing up for each night.I realised that me myself not a too bad water-polo player,you know.i contributed to my winning team as a striker..and i can spin a top,i amused the malays(amoi pun boleh main gasing)ish ish..thank you,thank you, and err let me think what else i did for the first time in the camp,i performed duet with Tengku and won the first place.darn i missed the archery,thinking nobody went..ho ho..On the bloody third night,went to the beach and hurt my leg, terpijak splinter while running on the sand trying to whack Tengku as he murmured to himself i got drumstick.Wat de?as an act of repentance,he did whatever i asked him to the next day,take water,carry my bag and even that night itself,he washed my leg..but it turned out to be a good night..The sand was cold and fine...woosh..nice..spent the whole one and a half hours there chit-chatting.Now that i'm done with my blog,it's time to pay full attention on my t-shirt designing.Coach is having clearance sale today.Can i want one??or Anya..A sad news to announce,room keeper threw my swimsuit plastic case!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Celaka..how could they simply throw my stuff..now my tankini is not complete without that special case.My heart was broken while packing to check out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**What is wrong with my break up song..why ain't it playing?i want my break up song... *sob*sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-2863957631264180880?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-day-camp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-6259140357244220407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T16:10:39.971+08:00</atom:updated><title>Potential Break Up Song.</title><description>It took too longIt took too longIt took to long for you to call backAnd normally I would just forget thatExcept for the fact it was my birthdayMy stupid birthdayI played alongI played alongI played alongrolled right off my backBut obviously my armor was crackedWhat kind of a boyfriend would forget that?Who would forget that?The type of guy who doesn’t seeWhat he has until she leavesDon’t let me goCause without me, you know you’re lostWise up now or pay the costSoon you will knowYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’Livin’ with meYou’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’Winnin’ meYou’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’Gettin’ to meYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’living for meThis is the potential breakup songOur album needs just oneOh baby pleasePlease tell meWe got alongWe got alongWe got along until you did thatNow all I want is just my stuff backDo you get that?Let me repeat thatI want my stuff backYou can send it in a boxI don’t care just drop it offI won’t be homeCause without me, you know you’re lostMinus you I’m better offSoon you will knowYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’Livin’ with meYou’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’Winnin’ meYou’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’Gettin’ to meYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’living for meYou can try, you can tryYou know I know it’d be a lieWithout me you’re gonna dieSo you better think clearly, clearlyBefore you nearly, nearlyMess up the situation that your gonna miss dearly, dearlyC’monYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’Livin’ with meYou’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’Winnin’ meYou’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’Gettin’ to meYou’re not livin’ till you’re livin’living for meThis is the potential breakup songOur album needs just oneOh baby pleasePlease tell meThis is the potential make-up songplease just admit you’re wrongWhich will it be?Which will it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-6259140357244220407?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/05/potential-break-up-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-953214022069126933</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 07:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T15:53:14.279+08:00</atom:updated><title>Babysitting!</title><description>Finally second surgery of Prabha has ended.He was in great pain when i saw him in the hospital,no morphin,no pain killer unless he ask for it.He needed my sister's presence so I had to bring back Rohan as no one was available to take care of him.Brought him back,got him a cup of milo and he said he wanted to watch TV.Then he said he wanted to talk to his mummy with tears in his eyes.He managed to put up a night without his mummy.Probably he was too tired.This morning,he got up earlier than me and went straight to downstairs.Made him tuna sandwich with cucumber and lettuce and he ate them all and said "nice".He finally ate veggies.Amazing....Bathed him and got him all dressed up in Aiken's clothes(super sized for him) and bring him along to Qi Gong classes.He's cute,didn't make much noise and was quite well-behaved.Sent him back to the hospital and got very excited with the ultraman and winnie the pooh stickers i bought last week.He stuck them all on his hands and legs..Well done!No more stickers for you,Rohan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-953214022069126933?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/05/babysitting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-7639096898416153338</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T22:30:37.274+08:00</atom:updated><title>Few days history!</title><description>Steamboat at Jln Peel was tremendously sucked!Quite an expensive place to dine for the amount of food given per pax.Thanks to Fang,real nice guy works for Coffee Bean and all of us got free drink at Pavilion.i missed night life.Walking around in town on saturday night makes me feel so much like in S'pore.My life suddenly have revived!WooHoo...Tried the new strawberry tea,issit?forgot what is it called..Sunday to church and gave a testimony.As usual,same shit happened.It was beyond my control.Went to nicole's house and we went for FJ Benjamin sale in Bangsar.All the items are still quite pricy for discounted price.Guess what,i cooked today.Spaghetti was on the menu tonight!Délicieux!Le plat est fantastique!After quite sometimes stopped cooking,i did a good job,Bravo!!Prabha going for surgery for second time tomorrow.I pray that everything will go smoothly and he will be fine.Will visit him days after!Tried taking shots of my La Senza lingeries to post up on my boutique but it was a flop.Need to seek help again..Dush..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-7639096898416153338?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/05/steamboat-at-jln-peel-was-tremendously.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-4864524446945321169</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T17:31:35.076+08:00</atom:updated><title>Routine,oh,routine!</title><description>First day back to qi gong,freaking tiring after more than a month of skipping it due to my wound (afraid of internal injuries).I sprained my ankle's vein last two days,while sleeping.I have no idea how did it happen,really!And now i'm walking terkedek-kedek,everywhere.People looking at me one kind.Great!Lucky day i had,Pastor asked me to give my testimonies on how God brought me through all these years during our church 8th Anniversary.Great!Testimonies?Darn,i'm not going to shed any tears again on the stage in front of everybody at the beginning of my speech,humiliating!What am i going to say this time around?"Thank god for my friends and family,thank god for my health,thank god for my good doctors,good nurses,good anaesthetist and you and you and you(pointing at them).Amen,God bless you all.Thank you".Huey Tyng,one of my gal friends,who is also already being a mom at my age,is running her own business selling bags with a real store in Petaling Street,next to her mom's stall.I'm really happy for her.I really am.I do wish her all the best.Where am i?Where's my business?Work your ass off...PohMei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-4864524446945321169?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/routineohroutine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-2629588740053111287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T11:04:35.273+08:00</atom:updated><title>Testing my Patience!</title><description>I need help..Photoshop really pissing me off..Losh,you going to read this.I need your help,please...Maybe this weekend i'll be coming over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-2629588740053111287?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/testing-my-patience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-4186054661605478085</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T13:57:41.268+08:00</atom:updated><title>Back on track!</title><description>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Over the weekend,went fishing whole day till night and got myself burnt under the sun with no fish was caught but it was all worth while.I know how to fish now,at least and i found out that putting sunblock at night can repel mosquitoes!i didn't apply sunblock when the sun was up but i did at night.sounds..weird!Atiqah sent an sms,and there'll be no french classes for the next 2 weeks.Benedict will on holidays with her kids,guess no excuse to hit the malls tomorrow.I have installed some software to do simple designing stuff.I will try to focus and start on,my next step after my virtual boutique,having my own T-shirt business.Of course will colaborate with my pretty pretty sister,Missy Cheryl,the Boss and i'm THE WORKER,T-shirt designer.No idea how things going to turn out to be but will pray for the best and no hurry,will take things one step at a time.Bad morning i had,mom had bought noodles for me,slowly and gently,i spilled the soup and it was all over the antique dining table.Worst still,i spilled on her bag as well which was on the chair.Upset,she was.Banging doors and whatsoever.I cleaned up the chair nad the bag,and realised the liquid got into the slid under the heavy piece of glass.Not strong enough to carry it,so i took papers,slipped it in and let it get soaked.My time has come,the paper got stuck underneath it,soaked!*&amp;amp;^%*#@#%&amp;amp;* if she saw it,i'm so screwed.Scratched her table a lil' bit and finally got it out.Pheww,lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-4186054661605478085?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-on-track.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-4720590569802490318</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T22:41:23.998+08:00</atom:updated><title>Shaved-sheep!</title><description>Sparkie had its hair done today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-4720590569802490318?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/shaved-sheep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-5829077156754227852</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T21:56:52.535+08:00</atom:updated><title>To fish or not!</title><description>My first time being wasted all my effort just to go fishing when i found out i was just "tagging along" rather than being part of the plan just because somebody and he said something that really,really turned me off.Have you ever been on a trip where you were referred as just "you" rather than "we" as in you with your friends who were involved?The whole plan now is changed in order to keep it going.The other friend has now changed his mind from "refused to go" to "to go" and i feel superbly bad if i ever "misbehave" during the trip as he actually complained about me and even feel worse after me knowing that he refused to go initially was because i'm going and now he changed his mind.i'm going to see him.it's hard to hang out with friend's friends.Now i know why he is still single!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-5829077156754227852?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-fish-or-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-5259964107662342028</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-23T18:13:08.075+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Day...</title><description>Weekend was great!and so was yesterday and today..I earned a hundred bucks by typing some stuff for my sister's friend and today,is Topshop members' &lt;a href="mailto:Day@Midvalley.I"&gt;Day@Midvalley.I&lt;/a&gt; woke up kinda late today,I just couldn't get up as i kept dreaming till my mom screamed at me.Okay fine,i finally had my ass off the bed when i thought of the work given which i had to mail it back to him by tonight.Then Polly called me up bout the sale.I put a stop on my work,got ready and head to the mall.The sales was so-so and was packed with females.Don't you all need to work,ladies?Browsing through the clothes,and i got myself four tops to try it on and owned two of them.Took my broke ass home with mom and just finished up my work and i'm going to watch Sex and The City now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-5259964107662342028?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-2406024115554706784</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T19:22:07.317+08:00</atom:updated><title>So-called healthy!</title><description>Finally managed to got up early today and...JOG!!!!wee....walked me dogs around the neighbourhood.Bathed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii284/pmyap68/pmblog/200711151831_00459-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-2406024115554706784?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-called-healthy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-6003559677140044410</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-17T11:31:31.877+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tripple Combo!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Good news..eh hem..to me of course.Went to Pavilion again yesterday with Cheryl,my pretty pretty eldest sister,to use up my Vincci RM10 voucher,go to Sassa to get fancy eye liner,and Watson.While we were in one of the shops,my phone rang and i got a sms from my PY,poh yueh,my 3rd sis,that went like this " you can proceed with your korea plan"...Whooo hoooo....!!!!She is going to sponsor my trip to Korea end of the year.How can I not be contented with my lifE!God is really good to me,having such nice ppl around me.I'm so blessed!Another blessing thing that happened right after that.Forever 21 is having good bargain especially for winter clothings,well now is spring,of course they're trying to get rid of old stocks.So i texted py if i get extra allowance for buying jackets.With all my efforts,she agreed to get me ONE as long as i really need it and it will NOT land in my virtual boutique.Yay!!and cheryl bought me a sweater.Tripple Combo!Guess we need to go to the mall again,we didn't manage to go to the other 2 shops.That was the reason why we were out yesterday,the first time we wanted to get stuff,we were carried away by other shops till we have to rush to pick Aiken up.Third time around,one word,FOCUS!we gotta be very focus,head straight to the "must" shops and give no reason for another trip to the Land of Evil.Opps,i forgotten another one important shop,J.CO Donuts.I had lunch at Sakae Sushi,it's been upgraded in terms of food variations and no more using mouse,touch screen now,even the price probably due to the location.It really made me wonder what's with Sakae Sushi and air conditioner problem?Always break down.First 2 times was in the Curve then now in Pavilion same problem occured.The best outlet is still in Bangsar,i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-6003559677140044410?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-7101574779250615996</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-15T11:38:38.106+08:00</atom:updated><title>Doctor,doctor,doctor!</title><description>Yesterday i had 2 appointments with my doc and another doc cum scientist.The first trip to the doc cum scientist at PJ was feeling a bit anxious,as i didn't know what to expect what she has to say regarding my condition.Apparently,this Dr.Jong,a female,she's a genius and got her degree at the age of 15 and she knew what she wanted to be when she was 5.Alright,seen her,as pretty as she is,she doesn't look like 38 at all.She does R&amp;amp;D based in Switzerland herself n come out with number of companies around the world,one of them is Frontier in PJ(the one i went yesterday.)And so she was going through my file,and she couldn't give me an optimistic view towards the recurrence of the tumor.Since my family history,especially on my dad side,has quite a number of relatives who actually died of cancer,incuding breast,colon,rectum and so and so..Dr.Jong said it could be in my gene and having said that,my recurrence chances are high,50% and above.Sad,isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So to determine whether it's in my gene,i need to run a DNA test,which basically will trace whatever diseases you inherit or is in our body.Not to be forgotten,a scan is a must too.At the same time,Dr. recommend me to take supplement drinks high in anti-oxidant to curb the cells.After the trip,it seemed that i have learned that the food intake everyday doesn't really supply all the nutritients we need as nutritients are destroyed by the acid along the way even before it reached our disgestive system.And when your body do not absorb the amount of nutrients it needed,it'll tend to pull down our immune system and that is when we'll be attacked by the diseases.Make sense to me~!Too much of radiation (from pc and phone),taking oral drugs will cause burden to organs to detoxified.When toxic are not expelled,and it keep accumulating in our body,is also another reason to be sick.So,since i had a tumor=over too much toxic not expelled,i have to do detox for my lower abdominal organs which includes uterus,intestines,kidney and blood.each organ at a time and approximately will take a week with 2 days of rest.So much have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second trip was to UH,to see my beloved surgeon,Dr.Collin.Well the pathology result was out.Mitotic rate has dropped,3/10,good.Can argue not to take Glivec,good,but have to do a scan after 4 months then whether to take Glivec will be decided by then again.Doc said i can get back to studies,good.He knows what i've been doing for the past 2 years at home,and he claimed to know my behaviour and attitude as well,which is spoiled,and relying too much on my sis and said to my sister "oH,it doesn't matter,time will mature her"(with his heavy english accent).I was like...excuse me?i've been taking this easy,doesn't mean i'm immatured.i don't seem as anxious and worried as my sis does and ask all sort of questions,doesn't mean i'm immatured.What de fork!So much of accusation~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-7101574779250615996?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-i-had-2-appointments-with-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-3544753266838455546</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-11T14:13:49.128+08:00</atom:updated><title>Realise</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It really scare the shit out of me that today is Friday.Yea,i know,Friday&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ppl love the most,as the day after this is weekend).&lt;/span&gt;The last time i posted my "day" was back on &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday,that shows how freaking stable my life is.&lt;/span&gt;Looking at the brighter side,that's a good sign,as nothing bad happen to me&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wood!),&lt;/span&gt;but,if you look at other way round,my life is freaking bored!God,please grant me a job,ok!with good pay,ok!Oh..my pay cheque came in last night,which i worked for MYC in last year December.Celcom somemore.Speechless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise how things would take place when i'm less temperamental.so much better.Less resentments,barriers and misunderstandings.The way you put your words,tone of voice,expecting someone to understand how you feel=explaining over and over again in a "SUPER PATIENT"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mode.It's not easy to maintain a relationship,really,moreover we're two different human from different planet,different thinking,different emotions,everything is just so different.We both have our very own perspective and thinking in everything we did or do like he thinks it's ok to him but not ok to me,or when i do something,i think it's ok to me but it's not ok to him.As complicated at it may seem,maybe i should make a point to ponder a while how would he feels if i was in his shoes and vice versa.I pray that GOD will grant me HIS understanding,wisdom,and patience&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(i need a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lot of them.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;higher dosage,pls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!thanks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know life is more than sitting at home,cring your eyes out after a relationship,and you can't seem to get your head in everything you do.Because I've been there,done that!years ago..And now,my mom taught me better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:I dont regret of the decisions I've made,but I wished someone would have guided me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to get a tattoo,somewhere not near my boobies or cha cha,to remind me of my past + present + future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-3544753266838455546?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-really-scared-shit-out-of-me-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-4483107827224200558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-10T19:43:57.617+08:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday..</title><description>Here comes,Thursday,another day at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-4483107827224200558?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-5323087770746961637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-11T12:00:44.545+08:00</atom:updated><title>Korean session at Midvalley</title><description>This was the second my mom actually accompanied me to the mall.She didn't want to walk for too long,so she tagged along so that she could bring me home after few(2-3) hours.But today it was the first time my mom actually joined me n my friend,Jiny for shopping and lunch.Not too bad..She bought all of us a pair of shoes including for herself.Jiny going back to Korea end of the year,for about 2-3 weeks,she invited me to tag along.i mean seriously,who would mind,when accomodation is provided,i just need to get my own air ticket n shopping bucks.N my mom said ok..alright..let's see if this gonna happen..mom's words..sometimes...speechless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*everytime i scroll down i saw that tumor pics,i feel like throwing up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472342462547843400-5323087770746961637?l=pmyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pmyap.blogspot.com/2008/04/korean-session-at-midvalley.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (PoHmEi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472342462547843400.post-1016012333703028451</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-06T08:51:53.103+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tarbush</title><description>Tarbush..the food...speechless..!a bit suckie though,but the gathering was good.Meeting up with friends from SAB,FarahW,AidaB,Losh,SharminiK.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm waiting for the photos form AidaB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Losh back home,i ran over a rat,ewww,in front of the temple.Oh my..poor that lil' rat!eh,no,poor my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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