<?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-1954655939055931042</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:39:27.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a long journey that is full of love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2763666149086282668</id><published>2009-03-20T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:50:15.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Life: Good or bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It’s been a few months since I update my blog… Feeling lazy and you know lar… no computer at home is really hard for me to update.&lt;br /&gt;After been through a few months of marriage life, now only I notice that actually married life is not really something that women or men should be afraid of. Maybe in men’s eyes, they might think that the women will rules their life.. Why do they think so? Is it true about marriage? I think this is how you look into a marriage life. I don’t know about others but me and my husband had one thing in common is that we want to have a settled life or relationship. So we decided to come to a conclusion to get married. I know that in a relationship a lot of men or women do not want to get married for the reason of they still wanted to hang out with friends and enjoy. Who say cannot enjoy life or hang out with friends even married? After married, I still have my families (even closer to my family), friends and career. The best of everything is that I get more and more family member(that is my husband family member). Although sometimes we communicate seems like something wasn’t there but I believe under one roof we need to tolerate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I feel really blissful right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&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/1954655939055931042-2763666149086282668?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2763666149086282668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2763666149086282668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2763666149086282668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2763666149086282668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-life-good-or-bad.html' title='Marriage Life: Good or bad?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4847797163607249314</id><published>2008-11-27T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:10:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast for Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Finally, I am settled with my wedding stuff. Will be posting wedding entries in the next entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today is the first day I am making breakfast for my lovely hubby. A simple breakfast that I know. The first one is 1 half-boiled egg. A bit too cook. That egg nearly transformed to a hard-boiled egg. I thought it is too cook. So I peeled the egg like peeling hard-boiled egg. Mana tau, half way peeling that time, the egg yolk flowing out. OMG!!! Then only I know, it is still half-boiled just that a bit too hard. (Don't know how to explain this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then one cup of white coffee. Intend to make milo shake ice for him. But can't find milo in his house. What to do? I can only see the pure white coffee that I bought from Penang. So just substitute with that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The last thing is I steam a 'One Not Enough Bread' with kaya and butter. This one I screwed it also. Because when I am cutting the bread open. It is not parallel at all. But still edible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Am looking for recipe like mee soup or easy to prepare rice or mee for breakfast... Any suggestion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All thought all 3 items that I prepared for his breakfast seems like not perfect but he still say he is satisfied. ;)&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/1954655939055931042-4847797163607249314?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4847797163607249314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4847797163607249314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4847797163607249314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4847797163607249314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast-for-hubby.html' title='Breakfast for Hubby'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7407068108961030184</id><published>2008-08-19T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:05:22.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My mother will be pampered today. For her birthday, we (my sister and me) bring my mother to take personal studio shoot. Hope that she likes it. When I saw her so amazingly looking at my aunt personal studio photo on Chinese New Year, I knew that she wanted to have the personal studio photo but she just won’t pamper herself like what I do everytime. She think and think and think non-stop until she really feels that she really needs that thing to be done then she only will pay for it. Since me and my sister was thinking of buying a handphone for her, then might as well just give her the studio photo session as her present for this year birthday.&lt;br /&gt;At first when she heard about her birthday present, she just said that why we need to waste such a money to give her this surprise. But today when I saw her reaching the studio, I can tell that she was really really happy. I am glad that both me and my sister gave her such a present. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsv6C5TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/syc0hoWMLLI/s1600-h/P6224188+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229182987625778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsv6C5TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/syc0hoWMLLI/s320/P6224188+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrStFtj1RI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fmLjDtn16kw/s1600-h/P6224231+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229188840838418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrStFtj1RI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fmLjDtn16kw/s320/P6224231+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsf0LwaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/w8z85SGpaQI/s1600-h/P6224164+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229178668073378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsf0LwaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/w8z85SGpaQI/s320/P6224164+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsM1cooI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J4hO2dis7WU/s1600-h/P6224256+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229173573100162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsM1cooI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J4hO2dis7WU/s320/P6224256+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My father and my brother also thinks that my mother and me looks alike. What do you think?&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/1954655939055931042-7407068108961030184?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7407068108961030184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7407068108961030184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7407068108961030184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7407068108961030184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/08/22nd-june-2008.html' title='22nd June 2008'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrSsv6C5TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/syc0hoWMLLI/s72-c/P6224188+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4128811666725212250</id><published>2008-08-18T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:35:35.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detoxification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I wanted to detoxy my body so badly. I want to reduce my body weight. Now every night I eat less rice and less meat but more vegetables and fruits. I even tried to eat grapefruit before. But I read articles that women that are going to menopause if ate too much grapefruit might prone to have breast/cervical cancer. I can't remember is breast/cervical cancer. So I chose not to eat grapefruit that often. Once a while is ok for me. Last time I used to have nasi lemak as breakfast like 2-3 times a week. But now I ate maybe once in 2-3 weeks. Should say once in a blue moon. Now I eat wholemeal bread for breakfast. Or if I am at mama sayang eating lunch then I will order to eat brown rice. Recently I weight myself on the weighing scale that my sister bought. The lightest of me that I have seen before is 52.3kg. Previously when my boss says I am fat that time, I am 54.8kg fat. OMG!!! We gain weight easily but hard to lose weight. *Sob* I am trying to lose weight until 50kg. Not sure whether is that possible. Don't know whether is it good to reduce until like last time. Because Ah Wah don't like me too skinny. He said now me is the best body line. Except for the tummy. Have to work out the tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday I went to pharmacy to buy detox tea. I found this Natural clenx tea from NH Detox Slim. OMG!!!! After I tried the tea, I found out the taste quite weird. Then I go through theoackaging again only I know that it is a organic product. Ewww...Today 8 in the morning, my stomach wake me up. It really works. Next time I will post the result of this detoxification. &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/1954655939055931042-4128811666725212250?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4128811666725212250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4128811666725212250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4128811666725212250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4128811666725212250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/08/detoxification.html' title='Detoxification'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7945867860869916107</id><published>2008-08-17T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:21:10.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Since I was small everytime I feels that I am an unlucky girl. WHY??? I also cannot explain why because since small I think a lot before I do or even after I do something. I am scared of everything. I scared get scolded, I scared get bitten, I scared of stitching, scared of bleeding, scared of pain, and the last but not least I am really SCARED of die...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I still can remember fresh in my mind that there is once I was alone in the living area when I was still 7 years old. No one there but my grandma was in the kitchen. I was thinking if in this world there is no god. There is no karma. Then what happens when a person dies. Do they go to heaven or hell or they will go to the bridge where they will drink this soup that makes them forget everything about the past and rebirth again maybe to be human or animal depends on their deeds. I know and everyone knows that I am Christian and I shouldn't think this way. But I really can't help it. If can I really hope that I can think like normal person. Sometimes I tell Ah Wah that I think I really need to see psychiatrist. I am scared that when I die every memory and the things that I do will be gone forever. Althought when you read this you won't feel that it is horrible and something to be afraid of. But I really can't stop myself from thinking this. I have been thinking this thing from 7 years old until now. Until recently when after my wedding reception, the fear has increase more and more. I am really afraid especially during bedtime that is the time when I have most time to think about it. I can't sleep everytime I think of this. Now I am already 23 years old. How many more years that I still have??? When I am typing this I can feel that I am starting to think of that problem again. *Sigh* I do really hope there is an end for this thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&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/1954655939055931042-7945867860869916107?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7945867860869916107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7945867860869916107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7945867860869916107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7945867860869916107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is precious'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6891729380945596618</id><published>2008-08-17T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:46:08.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Its been so long since the last time I update my blog. I feel lazy and have no urge to update my blog at all. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the third times my hamster actually gave birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For the first time, my hamster gave birth to 5 but only 2 survive. I feel so nervous and scared that I can't take good care of them. Because they seem so small and fragile to me. So I took some time to research on my hamster type and how they breed. Their nature. Some hamster after they breed, we must separate the male and female because the male will bite or eat their children. So for the first day I separated my male hamster away from the children and female. But under my supervision, the male became berserked and wild. It makes weird noise and wanted to bite us. I feel so weird with his behaviour. I put the male back into the female cage because it seems like the male wanted to be with the his family. When I put back the male with the family, everything seems to gone back to normal. The next day when I read the article about my hamster type. I am relieved that I put back the male into the cage to be with the children and wife because my hamster type will not eat his children instead it will help to take care the children when the female is busy. But I made a big mistake, I change their cage which is not advisable because if the parents feel that the cage smells differently then they might become wild and bite their children. Fortunately, my hamster was quite tame. Nothing happens. Within the period where the baby hamster was born until they open their eyes and move around the cage, I observed them everyday. They was born naked (without fur) like salamander. No eyes nothing. Here is the picture of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKg75j8ME6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/FtM8e2_c1E0/s1600-h/Img00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235500426904474530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKg75j8ME6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/FtM8e2_c1E0/s320/Img00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then slowly their skin turn darker and darker. After that they starts to have tiny little black fur on top of their body and white fur underneath. The next thing is they start to have ears and eyelids. The last was they opened their eyes. ^^ The first batch of baby hamster I gave it to my younger sister, Celina. She wanted so badly. But on the first day under her care, she actually drop the baby hamster to the floor on a human standing heights. The hamster can't move. And she thought the hamster was dead but after a while she can still see the hamster breathing. My sister can't eat and she even cried for 2 days because she feel guilty. But after that the hamster can move and eat but depends only on the front legs. I think the back legs was lame already. Not sure because I haven't seen the baby hamster since I gave it to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The second time, my hamster gave birth to 3 and died 1. And now they are healthy and naughty waiting my auntie to adopt them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This time is the third time. She gave birth to 7 but died 3. So now in the cage I have 4 babies and 2 adults hamsters. Anyone wants to ADOPT HAMSTER FOC??? You can let me know. Because I don't need so many hamster. *Sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrOCgoim3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/JznuwgH2oeA/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224059286657906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrOCgoim3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/JznuwgH2oeA/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the hamster backside. Doesn't allow me to take photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrOC4qSQII/AAAAAAAAAlo/xqQo1jlkhUU/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224065736425602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKrOC4qSQII/AAAAAAAAAlo/xqQo1jlkhUU/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nah!!!I got her.... Cute mar? This is when she open her eyes for 2 days already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6891729380945596618?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6891729380945596618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6891729380945596618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6891729380945596618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6891729380945596618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hamster.html' title='My Hamster'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SKg75j8ME6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/FtM8e2_c1E0/s72-c/Img00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4610093267819648846</id><published>2008-05-04T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Keep A Secret by Sophie Kinsella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SB0MdoA01bI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7hZzwp4Zc88/s1600-h/Sophie+Kinsella.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196323248152040882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SB0MdoA01bI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7hZzwp4Zc88/s320/Sophie+Kinsella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have already finished reading this book yesterday. Only two days that I used. I myself also can't believe it. Yesterday I have nothing to do at home, since the story I would like to know what happen next. I just keep reading and keep reading until I realise that from morning I read until evening. I just love to read romantic love stories. Even though sometimes we know that this kind of novel is only imagination but somehow I do really believe in fate. Because without fate I wouldn't know Ah Wah. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This book is about a lady, she have secret from the parents, that is how she lost her virginity. Secret from her colleagues, secret from her best friend and even her boyfriend. Not only her, I think even we ourselves also have our own little secret that we keep it to ourselves, rite? So one day, she actually talk all these secrets to one stranger on a plane when she thought that the plane was going to crash. But later she found out that the stranger that she talk to is the founder of the company she is working in. The story after she found out that the stranger that she talk to on the plane was not a stranger was really interesting. How the founder of the company date her? Maybe I will be interested in these kind of stories. I love romantic stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So the rating for this book is GOOD. The story line is interesting. It just make me can't stop reading it. But some people in the forum comments the book as stupid. But who cares, as long as I love to read it. &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/1954655939055931042-4610093267819648846?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4610093267819648846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4610093267819648846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4610093267819648846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4610093267819648846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-keep-secret-by-sophie-kinsella.html' title='Can You Keep A Secret by Sophie Kinsella'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SB0MdoA01bI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7hZzwp4Zc88/s72-c/Sophie+Kinsella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5586096424878571471</id><published>2008-05-02T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Have you heard of Mr. Universe? But now it is not Mr. Universe in my company...It is Mr. Handsome in my company..In my company there is only one guy working here that Alvin. But he is not included in this competition. This competition is only for the gals working in my office. Oh no!!! Don't get me wrong. The competition os for the gal but the main one is for the girls' boyfriend in my office to compete. In my office there is four girls(including me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here is the picture of their boyfriend:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGvYA01XI/AAAAAAAAAkw/POiDkr5_Rtc/s1600-h/Darren.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195683637327353202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGvYA01XI/AAAAAAAAAkw/POiDkr5_Rtc/s320/Darren.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is Darren. Hui Hui's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGv4A01YI/AAAAAAAAAk4/mD1h8KzayQ0/s1600-h/KUI+POR.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195683645917287810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGv4A01YI/AAAAAAAAAk4/mD1h8KzayQ0/s320/KUI+POR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is Kui Por. Chia Chern's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGwIA01ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/UrX8vgB-8yw/s1600-h/Shang.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195683650212255122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGwIA01ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/UrX8vgB-8yw/s320/Shang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is Shang. Pik Lin's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGwIA01aI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3vzixMEpNEM/s1600-h/Wah.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195683650212255138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGwIA01aI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3vzixMEpNEM/s320/Wah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And last but not least..Ah Wah(my husband) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And guess who win my boss heart in the Mr. Handsome in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The first prize goes to Mr. Shang.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Secondly goes to Kui Por.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And tie goes to Ah Wah and Darren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't worry, in my heart Ah Wah is the best. ;P&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/1954655939055931042-5586096424878571471?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5586096424878571471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5586096424878571471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5586096424878571471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5586096424878571471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-universe.html' title='Mr. Universe'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBrGvYA01XI/AAAAAAAAAkw/POiDkr5_Rtc/s72-c/Darren.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4744363424957633197</id><published>2008-05-02T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:56.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPH Stock Clearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I received a sms from Digi that MPH is having a clearance stock at Dewan D'Kelana. I am definitely going because I was planning to buy some story books. That day I went to MPH with Shui Fen and take photo of the books that I wanted to read. But in the end I can't find the books that I wanted to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the book that I had bought:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq774A01VI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FvMYh3PoJ-0/s1600-h/The+Princess+Diaries+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671757447812434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq774A01VI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FvMYh3PoJ-0/s320/The+Princess+Diaries+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: The Princess Diaries I by Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77oA01TI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jZGFYUFDf04/s1600-h/Can+you+keep+a+Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671753152845106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77oA01TI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jZGFYUFDf04/s320/Can+you+keep+a+Secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: Can you keep a SECRET? by Sophie Kinsella ( I am reading this book now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq78IA01WI/AAAAAAAAAko/NCLDRdqhVWg/s1600-h/The+Secret+Dreamworld+of+a+Shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671761742779746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq78IA01WI/AAAAAAAAAko/NCLDRdqhVWg/s320/The+Secret+Dreamworld+of+a+Shopaholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: The Secret Dreamworld of A Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq774A01UI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ehvRXPHWVnE/s1600-h/Thanks+for+the+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671757447812418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq774A01UI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ehvRXPHWVnE/s320/Thanks+for+the+memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern (This is the most beautiful book in 5 books that I have bought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77IA01SI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NCGjVk4Fq80/s1600-h/PS+I+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671744562910498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77IA01SI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NCGjVk4Fq80/s320/PS+I+Love+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: PS I Love You by Cecelia Ahern(Shui Fen, I know you said that this book are not as interesting as what you think. Maybe I might like to read this book) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have bought 5 story books. It will need sometime to finish them all. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77IA01SI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NCGjVk4Fq80/s1600-h/PS+I+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq77IA01SI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NCGjVk4Fq80/s1600-h/PS+I+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1954655939055931042-4744363424957633197?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4744363424957633197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4744363424957633197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4744363424957633197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4744363424957633197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mph-stock-clearance.html' title='MPH Stock Clearance'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/SBq774A01VI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FvMYh3PoJ-0/s72-c/The+Princess+Diaries+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6316461224030540177</id><published>2008-05-02T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:57:26.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am having a real headache now. Not sure to leave or not to leave. My boss had already transfer the company share to the daughter. So the company that I am working now, the main boss is the daughter not my boss anymore. So my boss was thinking to open a new real estate management that is really different from my current company. My boss was thinking of getting me to work for him in his new company as his secretary. I am really interested because all this while I have wanted to change a new job badly due to my current job have nothing more for me to learn. I am repeating the work everyday. I am kinda bored. Last year, I have signed up for a part-time course for senior secretary or PA. But I give up because Stamford College can't get enough student to start class and I have waited too long. So I cancelled my course and get back my money. Even though now I have no certificate but my boss still is willing to take me as his secretary. What I was thinking was,"Why not." This is such a good opportunity that I can't get in other company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The real headache was, I am scared that my boss and his daughter will argue very big. But I think everyone must be selfish for their own privileges. I have already made my decision is to leave my current company and follow my boss to his new company. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just hope that everything will be going smoothly.&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/1954655939055931042-6316461224030540177?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6316461224030540177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6316461224030540177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6316461224030540177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6316461224030540177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/05/leave-or-not.html' title='Leave or Not'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1965040815132175252</id><published>2008-04-09T07:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:56.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Wedding Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;5th April 2008 was a day that I will remember. I will be taking photo with my future husband. You know what I mean rite? Wedding photo is too important for us (woman). This is the time where we can make ourself pretty yet no people will scold us. I ate breakfast with Ah Wah at 9++ in the morning. After our breakfast, we went to the bridal house. When we reach there, its 10.45am but no one is there and the shop is not open yet. So we waited for 15 minutes. They are really punctual. They reach there 11am. And we went in. The first thing we do is to go toilet because the studio is upstairs. I put on makeup roughly for one hour. Then we change our first outfit that is evening gown. Then the second one we change outdoor clothes. Because these few days have been raining so we better go out early to prevent raining during our photo shoot. And half way of our photo session, the rain started to pour. We have no choice but to go back studio. And the most happy things is that the gown that can't alter previously I can't zip all up during my trying session. But the girl said although can't alter but still can take photo with this gown because we can zip until the limit then just leave it like that. They will take photo from the front only but not from the back. Surprisingly, all the gowns that I wear that day fits me totally. ;) The most happiest moments. That means I am slimmer. You can go to the below website to view the 9 pieces of gown that I take photos of that day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mywedding.com/wahanna"&gt;http://www.mywedding.com/wahanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wFa9CA7hI/AAAAAAAAAj4/l8mjXzJgiYA/s1600-h/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187026831441718802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wFa9CA7hI/AAAAAAAAAj4/l8mjXzJgiYA/s320/P1010250.JPG" border="0" /&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/1954655939055931042-1965040815132175252?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1965040815132175252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1965040815132175252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1965040815132175252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1965040815132175252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/04/pre-wedding-photo-shoot.html' title='Pre-Wedding Photo Shoot'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wFa9CA7hI/AAAAAAAAAj4/l8mjXzJgiYA/s72-c/P1010250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8169831512315589562</id><published>2008-04-09T07:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Extention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4th April 2008- I made an appointment to have an acrylic nail extention at Centre Point. I heard from my colleague, Alvin that this nail parlour did a great job for nail colouring and etc. So since I don't know any good nail parlour so I have no choice but to go to this one to try. When I was going to this place, I totally have no idea where the shop is. So in the morning on my way there, I called Alvin to direct me there. And I don't know whether is Alvin good in directing people or I am good in listening to people instruction.... I did not get lost and straightly reach the place without need to U-turn. Haha ;P I am happy that I reach that place just in time. But the funny thing is when I reach there I don't where that shop is located. Which floor and where? So finally i gave up looking for it. I made a phone call to the shop to ask where the shop is. And aha finally I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArNCA7dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2I5cfdTW5aU/s1600-h/Img00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187021613056454098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArNCA7dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2I5cfdTW5aU/s320/Img00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArdCA7eI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xwq3l9NIBNo/s1600-h/Img00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187021617351421410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArdCA7eI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xwq3l9NIBNo/s320/Img00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArdCA7fI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EZ5BibdSkzA/s1600-h/Img00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187021617351421426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArdCA7fI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EZ5BibdSkzA/s320/Img00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArtCA7gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XL2Yb88ztVg/s1600-h/Img00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187021621646388738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArtCA7gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XL2Yb88ztVg/s320/Img00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I can't take a clear picture of how my nails turn out. This is the only result that I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just can't get used to it when the do the pedicure for me. It's like people are cleaning my leg although it really feels nice. I think this really is the first time I can enjoy things like this. Its like once in a lifetime thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_7FHPcf6xI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3weqJtDbkug/s1600-h/IMG_6799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187800548973210386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_7FHPcf6xI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3weqJtDbkug/s320/IMG_6799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This one was taken in my office using my colleague camera. I think this one looks clearer. But that time the nail don't look that nice already. Anyway, I take the picture for my rememberance purpose.&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/1954655939055931042-8169831512315589562?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8169831512315589562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8169831512315589562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8169831512315589562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8169831512315589562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/04/nail-extention.html' title='Nail Extention'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_wArNCA7dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2I5cfdTW5aU/s72-c/Img00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4860268113725727319</id><published>2008-04-09T07:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Fruit Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;7th March 2008, Since on the Chap Goh Mei that time when we made the fruit cake my sister have not eaten the fruit cake that we made, so my brother wanted to made one for her and her friend from Singapore. We made the second fruit cake. The taste was not bad but the fruit that we chose is a bit sour made the fruit cake not that perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_v9LdCA7cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y_iNPegW0xw/s1600-h/Img00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187017769060724162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_v9LdCA7cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y_iNPegW0xw/s320/Img00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But the look of this fruit cake looks more tasty than the previous one rite? Haha ;)&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/1954655939055931042-4860268113725727319?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4860268113725727319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4860268113725727319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4860268113725727319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4860268113725727319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/04/homemade-fruit-cake.html' title='Homemade Fruit Cake'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R_v9LdCA7cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y_iNPegW0xw/s72-c/Img00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1070602616216702408</id><published>2008-02-23T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On Chap Goh Mei, I did not went to any lake to see people throwing mandarin instead my brother suggested to make fruit cakes which last time I did before. It is for my brother's friend farewell cake. We might not make as nice as the cake shops but I think the taste not bad. On that night after work, we wanted to have a simple dinner but then my mother called and said that daddy wanted to have dinner with us(me, Ah Wah and korkor). So we went to Desa Petaling to have dinner with my mother, daddy, aunty, brother and sister. That dinner took so long to be ready. When we finished our dinner it was like 9.10pm. I am afraid that we won't make it that night because we still have not bought the ingredients yet. We rush to Mid Valley hopefully we can buy all the ingredients that I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The first supermarket that came to my mind is Carrefour. We bought everything that we need there except for the most important one that is ovalette (sponge cake stabilizer). We have no choice but to ran to Jaya Jusco to see whether they have that or not. Luckily they got sell if not don't know what have become to the cake. Although the steps to make the cake looks simple. If you do not have experience you will have hard to time to figure out what to do next. So I am the instructor and I have 2 assistant that is Ah Wah and korkor. The first step is we bake the sponge cake first then only we cook the custard. We pour the custard onto the cake then finally the fruits arrangement and then at the end is the jelly topping. It was not easy yet not very hard. This time we did a very successful cake. Image as below. And the taste is nice not too sweet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793Z-vCeBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tcNhwjIvYYY/s1600-h/Img00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169982185465346066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793Z-vCeBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tcNhwjIvYYY/s320/Img00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793Z-vCeBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tcNhwjIvYYY/s1600-h/Img00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1954655939055931042-1070602616216702408?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1070602616216702408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1070602616216702408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1070602616216702408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1070602616216702408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-chap-goh-mei-i-did-not-went-to-any.html' title='Fruit Cake'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793Z-vCeBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tcNhwjIvYYY/s72-c/Img00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2734331218871919054</id><published>2008-02-22T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:57.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MP4 Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On my Valentine's Day this year, me and Ah Wah did not have any special dinner. But both of us took the money that we wanted to spend on dinner to buy a MP4 Player. On that special day both of us went to Low Yat Plaza to have a browse on which model we like. we bought one "STORM" MP4 Player. But went back, there is some error. So we took back to the office and change for a new one. But I do not wanted that model anymore because it is quite new model so they do not know got any problem or not. So I took another model. Not bad. It have camera also. Although not as good as digital camera but better than my phone camera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793D-vCeAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hiSkAQkwJDw/s1600-h/Img00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169981807508224002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793D-vCeAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hiSkAQkwJDw/s320/Img00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1954655939055931042-2734331218871919054?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2734331218871919054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2734331218871919054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2734331218871919054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2734331218871919054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/mp4-player.html' title='MP4 Player'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R793D-vCeAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hiSkAQkwJDw/s72-c/Img00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3375221702236075925</id><published>2008-02-22T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:19:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today my roborovski hamster died. There goes both of them. I really felt guilty and bad on how I treat my hamster. I am really sorry that I neglected you. My hamster died of dehydration(thirsty). When I found out that it is dead I am still wondering how come so suddenly die wan? Because the tray there got plenty of food. But when I saw that there was no water in the water bottle. Then I felt so sad for my hamster. I am really a bad master. I wanted to get a new pair of hamster that I can bring it out to play with because the previous pair of hamster, they are too hyper active if they ran away I won't be able to catch them back. I wanted to get a new pair that is more decent and cute. But I am not sure whether wanted to get a new pair or not because I am afraid that I will neglect them again. Sigh. I am really really sorry for not taking good care of both of you. Gomen. :(&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/1954655939055931042-3375221702236075925?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3375221702236075925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3375221702236075925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3375221702236075925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3375221702236075925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/mickey-mouse.html' title='Mickey Mouse'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7858477867156363175</id><published>2008-02-21T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:35:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I that fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Do I looks like 70kg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am really sad when today during lunch my boss said I am 70kg. What the? Anyhow see also doesn't seems like 70kg. I know I have gain weight. But not that serious. I already gain from 50kg to 53.8kg. My uncle weight for me yesterday in his clinic. Digital somemore. Should be more accurate right. I just couldn't believe how I can gain such a weight. I try to slim down but to no success in it. Now I am skipping my breakfast because last time studying I can't eat breakfast early in the morning. So now I skip my breakfast. But people said breakfast is the most important meal for the whole day. But I can't skip lunch nor dinner so I sacrifice my breakfast. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My uncle somemore said I am underweight. He ask me to gain more weight to be healthy. OMG!!! Gain somemore I will be crying leh. I think I need to do more exercise such as jogging, sit up or playing badminton and etc. What do you say?&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/1954655939055931042-7858477867156363175?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7858477867156363175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7858477867156363175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7858477867156363175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7858477867156363175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-that-fat.html' title='Am I that fat?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7484867880139494681</id><published>2008-02-21T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:02:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have already finished reading the book "One for My Baby" by Tony Parson for like 2 months already. I wanted to get a new story book but I just don't know what books to go after. I would like to search for books that contain love stories or romance but just don't want those sexual description. Any recommendation? Have no idea what kind of books to get hold of? Reading story books can really improve myself. This is what I think. Last time when studying I don't think I am that keen to read story books but now I think I am more keen to find something to read.&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/1954655939055931042-7484867880139494681?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7484867880139494681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7484867880139494681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7484867880139494681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7484867880139494681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/story-books.html' title='Story Books'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6098915798479561805</id><published>2008-02-20T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:20:37.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to my blog..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hehe forgot totally about it. The actual day supposely on 25th January because I have not touch my blog for quite sometime already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sorry. Gomenasai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tanjoubi Omedetou (Don't know how to spell, something like that I suppose so)&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/1954655939055931042-6098915798479561805?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6098915798479561805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6098915798479561805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6098915798479561805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6098915798479561805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1247223403282939246</id><published>2008-02-20T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:23:11.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hmmm... I think it is not a good day. Early in the morning, I wake up at 8am to go to work. In the toilet, I roll a toilet paper into smaller size so that I can sqeeze it into my nostrils. And guess what, my left nostril is bleeding. This is not the first time it happens. Last time my left nostril bleed but actually it never stop bleeding. It is not like those movie, the nose bleeding so seriously. My nostril is bleeding innerly. And every morning the same thing. Blood inside my nostrils. Then one month back, until my right nostril bleeding but the left nostril did not bleed. But this month until my left hand side. You must be thinking...why so many problems de your nose? Haha.... Those friends that is close to me, they actually know that I can't sleep in air-cond room. If not my nose will have difficulties in breathing. So I took MC today. I called Shui Fen thought of can chat with her and she also can accompany me to my uncle clinic but unfortunately she have class today until 5pm. But its okie, I can manage to go to my uncle's clinic on my own. Just that scared of lonely. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okie finish with my nostril now another thing that happens today. After I came out of my uncle clinic, my colleague called me on my handphone and told me that my office being broken into. But actually cannot say broken into. The thing about my office is we have a grill door and a wooden door. Normally if we are in the office, we lock the grill door and the wooden door left unlock. The purpose is when despatch came to our office to deliver documents, they can squeeze the documents thru the grill and we do not need to open door for them to come in. For our safety purpose. And for our easiness, actually there is a key on the tray for us. When my colleague went out for lunch, they lock the grill door only left the wooden door unlock. The reason is because most of the staff do not have the wooden door key. I don't know whether this is the management problem or really our staff problem. When my collegue left for lunch at 1pm with my boss, a burglar came in and stole 2 cameras, one infrared distance detector(i think this is how they call it) and my drawer RM22. Sob sob my money. Damn it. And when my boss came back together with my colleagues found out that all our office desk drawer left unclose. Then he straightly said my collegue why she did not close the wooden door. Normally he is there seeing us lock the door, he did not advise us to lock the wooden door. When got something unfortunate happen that time, then only scold. But anyway I believe it is easy for us to catch the burglar because my office is equipped with CCTV. And only despatch boy that came to my office before only will know that we have a key on the tray that he can reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When came to say about my boss, I am very tulan with him leh. Every month we have to submit government service tax. So last month, the dateline to submit the government service tax is on 28th of every month. From early of the month, I have to check so many reports, bind and even send it out. I really have no time to do other things. On the 25th January, only I have free time to prepare the GST(government service tax). So I rushed to complete it before 28th so that I can submit on that day itself. 28th falls on Monday. So on the 26th January falls on Satuday. And that day, we work only half-day. So I still have a bit before I complete the form. On Monday I came to office at 7.30am but the office still close. Because I thought that office will open early because on Monday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Friday, we have cleaner that came early to clean the office. So when I went there, the office was close. So I went to my mother house to wait. And I message my boss that I need him to open the office for me to complete the GST. You know what he message me that time is 8.40am. And by the time he sms me, I already driving from my mother house to office. And the terrific part is I reach there earlier than him. That means no need to wait him larh. That is already office hour leh. That day afternoon he have meeting so he have to go meeting and won't be able to sign the cheque. And on Friday I call the kastam department, the staff there said that on Monday they will open until 10pm that day. Then I told my boss that. Then on Monday, he ask me are you sure the kastam office open until 10pm at night. So to make sure I call again, and this time the girl said the counter close at 3.45pm. And that time my watch shows 3pm. So I message him. And when he rush to office 3.10pm. He scold me what you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;How come you said the kastam office open until 10pm and now you said the cashier counter close at 3.45pm?&lt;br /&gt;Eh... It is not my problem okie. The first time I ask that guy say 10pm mar then later that bitch says until 3.45pm. And later when I reach the kastam office, there is a notice written there that day they open until 10pm. Mother. My boss when he read the notice then he says how come just now you didn't ask them properly. You must tell them that day some guy says open until 10pm mar. If really later they confirm is 10pm close. Will he risk the money? Because if late payment will get a fine of 10% of the GST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Next time you have to find some time to complete the GST before 28th.&lt;br /&gt;It is not I wanted to drag until reach dateline only do. It is that his daugther said that the report must send out by when and when. So you thought 2 admin clerk can do how many works. Somemore they raise valuer salary by RM300 and we admin clerk by RM200. Why the difference? We are not hardworking enough mar? Somemore valuer they can so their own things when doing inspection also what....who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You definitely can do GST in between your works.&lt;br /&gt;Hello...he have not done it before definitely is easy for him to say so lorh. If I do half way and stop there, then I don't know where I stop. I have to find out where I stop only I can start. That is a waste of time. I don't like to do two times work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am just expressing my opinion here. I just sometimes felt uncomfortable but I meant no harm here. Just expressing nothing much. And I am those type of people expressing is the way to release my anger. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But I know that my current employer are really good employer but no doubt human are ain't 100% perfect. If I have any problems, they are willingly to help us out. Just that because it is a family company sometimes family politics is in the office environment. You know something like my boss ask me to do this but the daughter ask me to do other things. And which one will you do first. Both also URGENT. But I am really fortunate to be able to work in this company. Less stress and good colleagues where else other place will have those with golden finger. Just to express what I am not happy with only. Pros and cons working in this company.&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/1954655939055931042-1247223403282939246?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1247223403282939246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1247223403282939246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1247223403282939246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1247223403282939246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-entry.html' title='Today&apos;s Entry'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4340951544165946892</id><published>2008-01-17T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:16:31.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days had never leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All I always thought is that I have already found what I wanted. But when everytime the samething happened, I feel like I am at the end of the world. I am really taking the wrong turn. I really don't know. If the moment I know I took the wrong turn, I will never be able to make a U-turn. This is a moment where I went out of the house without an umbrella. An unpredictable heavy stormy rain pours down on me. Now I am all soakly wet. I just lost my direction don't know where to search for my shelter. I turn left and right but just couldn't find the right way to go. Where should I go to? Finally someone brought an umbrella to me. And now everything was alright. I just don't wish the rainy days are still following me. The rainy days in my heart. ;) Are they still following me wherever I go?&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/1954655939055931042-4340951544165946892?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4340951544165946892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4340951544165946892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4340951544165946892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4340951544165946892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy-days-had-never-leave-me-alone.html' title='Rainy days had never leave me alone'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2912888850102678015</id><published>2008-01-16T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:29:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Wah Mother's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 6th January 2008, I cancelled my piano class just to accompany Ah Wah family to Kuala Selangor(my hometown) to eat seafood. Although his mother actual birthdate is on 8th January 2008. We celebrate earlier with her because that day was a Sunday when everybody is not working. Everyone also know that eating seafood in Kuala Selangor is cheap and fresh. So it is a favourite spot for those seafood lover. So we start our journey at 11am. And before we start our engine, Ah Wah's younger sister called and said that it will be much more nearer if we use Klang to go Kuala Selangor. I am really hurt when my car went thru all those potholes in Klang. That is not a good idea to use Klang road. Although it will be much more nearer that way. A tired and boring day. Just not much things to do in Kuala Selangor. But if we go at night, we can go to see fireflies at night. RM40 per boat and can fit in 4 people. So that means 1 person=RM10. Not really expensive though. But Ah Wah family said if eat dinner there that means at 4pm they have to start their journey there to have dinner there. What is the problem? Anyway its up to them. I think I will go to watch fireflies with my family next time. We have our lunch there then went back. OMG!!!!Go so far just to have one single lunch. RIDICULOUS.... &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/1954655939055931042-2912888850102678015?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2912888850102678015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2912888850102678015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2912888850102678015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2912888850102678015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-wah-mothers-birthday.html' title='Ah Wah Mother&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5472258575466090462</id><published>2008-01-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:51:52.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark &amp; Heavy Clouds Above Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;13th January 2007-Last Sunday, don't know what happen to me. SUPER DUPER BAD LUCK..... I drive my brother car and had accident, heavy rain that day, the umbrella spoil, reach my mother house-no electricity, the electricity was cause by one big tree fallen on the electric wire hanging on the electric pole, at night went out with my mother-my mother car broke down half way at the Federal Highway...Sigh...Being scold by Ah Wah at night due to the car accident. Because need RM600++ to mend the car. ;( Not happy and bad mood.&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/1954655939055931042-5472258575466090462?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5472258575466090462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5472258575466090462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5472258575466090462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5472258575466090462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-heavy-clouds-above-me.html' title='Dark &amp; Heavy Clouds Above Me'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3024548971679270326</id><published>2007-12-28T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:57.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly Wed Couple! Wish them happiness ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After the 1st December, Yeok Kuan's sister wedding. I have to attend another wedding a week later which is on 9th December 2007. This time more tiring because it was held at Gopeng. Ah Wah's hometown. Early of November I already applied for leave on 8th, 10th and 11th December 2007. We actually plan to do some trip in Ipoh on Monday 10th but because Ah Wah still need to work. So we cancel the trip at the end. The wedding was alright, its just that we are really tired. Because we are staying in the birdegrooms house. So  we can't take a nap or do somethings that we wish to do. We are bored and tired. we reach Gopeng on 8th December 2007 at 6.30am, that means we wake up at 4am to start our journey there. Damn tiring. On the first there, we went for a breakfast then we bring my family to visit Gopeng. We took a lot of pictures but unfortunately the pictures is with my brother. Haha... I upload later ya. Not much to talk about the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNxq3Z7UI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YbYReYhY8Mo/s1600-h/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148825789706923330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNxq3Z7UI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YbYReYhY8Mo/s400/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNyK3Z7VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O93OsuZ-nS0/s1600-h/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148825798296857938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNyK3Z7VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O93OsuZ-nS0/s400/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Just wish them happiness forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNyK3Z7VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O93OsuZ-nS0/s1600-h/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1954655939055931042-3024548971679270326?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3024548971679270326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3024548971679270326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3024548971679270326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3024548971679270326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/12/newly-wed-couple-wish-them-happiness.html' title='Newly Wed Couple! Wish them happiness ;)'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R3RNxq3Z7UI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YbYReYhY8Mo/s72-c/9th+Dec+2007+-+Kam+Soon+Wedding+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3848298698859654357</id><published>2007-12-05T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness To be Shared With Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1st December 2007 was Yeok Kuan's sister wedding dinner. I belief everyone wanted to share this happy day with everyone. And of course, the new couple would like to have everyone blessing. Wedding is really such a troublesome things to be done. Everyone will be very busy not only on that day itself but the couple already start preparing for that special day one year ahead. But I am sure that this is every girls dream to be bride to the one that they love. For that day, when the girls wear the gown that she can only wear once in a life time. And she will be treated like princess or a new born star only for that special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R1YZZ0jgZlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6oL4hZ7vcW8/s1600-h/1st+December+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140323956084991570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R1YZZ0jgZlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6oL4hZ7vcW8/s400/1st+December+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here I would like to wish Yeok Kuan sister a good happy life with the new husband that she will held the hand thru out the whole life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-3848298698859654357?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3848298698859654357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3848298698859654357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3848298698859654357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3848298698859654357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/12/happiness-to-be-shared-with-everyone.html' title='Happiness To be Shared With Everyone'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/R1YZZ0jgZlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6oL4hZ7vcW8/s72-c/1st+December+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5423285665868365600</id><published>2007-11-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:04:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Colleagues Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is so nice of them to celebrate with me and Ah Wah for our wedding registration. Esther said she will arrange a day where we will have dinner after work to celebrate me and Ah Wah's registration. She is so nice might be because she is more to western thinking. I was surprised to know that she wanted to celebrate for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Since Deepavali falls on 8th November, Thursday. So she picked 7th November 2007 for our dinner on Wednesday. The venue will be "Dragon-i". According to Alvin, it is quite expensive to eat there. All the dishes that was serve all also very delicious. We had 'tin-kai fan'(bullfrog rice), 'pat-po chau fan'(eight treasure fried rice), fried noodles, fried eel, chicken fried with dried chilies, braised pork and a lot more. I can't really remember. All I can remember is we eat until very full. And in the middle of the dinner, gave me and Ah Wah a gift from all of them. OMG!!! For the dinner, my company already spent a lot. Now still giving me a gift. It makes me so paiseh. And when I open the gift, it was three pair of knives in different sizes, a scissor and a knives rack. The set of knives that they gave me is life time warranty. ;) So nice. Not just that, they prepared a cake also. And it is a chocolate cake. It is a nice cake but a bit too big to be finish.&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/1954655939055931042-5423285665868365600?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5423285665868365600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5423285665868365600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5423285665868365600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5423285665868365600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-colleagues-ever.html' title='Best Colleagues Ever'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8960148679984115493</id><published>2007-11-01T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:25:12.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On the 7th October 2007, my family(exclude Vynna), Ah Wah, Jimsoan, Kam Soon and Henry,we went to Genting in the morning. We stop at Awana Genting Resort to play badminton. It was so long since I play badminton. I play double with Ah Wah against my father and mother. And so shocking, we lost to my parent. Then I play double with my father against Ah Wah and mother. Yeah!!! ;P This time I won. Haha!!! After such a tiring exercise, we wanted to go for swimming but so sad. It was raining. So we can't swim but we do other activities. We go for sauna. So we separate into female and male. So just only me and mummy went into the changing room. Inside the sauna room was out of order so no choice we went for steam room. We wanted to try the jacuzzi but not sure whether want to wear the towel and go in or without towel. At the end, we spend the time in the steam room. When we are changing our clothes that time, all the guys already sitting in the cafe waiting to order foods. OMG!!! So fast! And I am more surprised when I found out that they actually go for jacuzzi, sauna and steam room. All inside the changing room facility, they used all of it and yet they can be waiting outside for us. The food in the cafeteria is not nice at all. And yet so expensive. RM 16.00 for one fried rice, the taste is like shit. But then after our lunch, its not raining anymore, so we go for swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the first time, I went to Genting so happy. Because a lot of friends around and the most important is Ah Wah is there also. He makes a lot of different whether he is around or not. Whenever I go traveling or somewhere fun, I must bring him along. Because I wish whenever happy moments that happen on me must share with him. And whenever I feel sad, I always wanted to tell him first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When we are all hungry, we all drove up to Genting Highland for our dinner in the Lake View Restaurant located at the First World.  While half way up there, too bad!!! My father car broke down. OMG!! When my father bought the car that time, he said no need to check. Everything is in good condition. Now my father's car have to be towed to Gotong Jaya to be fixed. RM200 for fixing the car and the towing fees will be RM120. OMG!!! That was really bad. And nothing will be more worst than Kam Sui arguing with the wife.. They not yet gone thru the chinese wedding ceremony but already registered just like me and Ah Wah. The main thing why they argue is because the wife don't let Kam Sui go to Genting Highland and she scared that he might be spending a lot of money in Genting (if you know what I mean, everyone goes to Genting normally they will gamble). Then the night before I already told Kam Sui that we are not going to Casino that day. Healthy activities only. And somemore we are driving him up there without needing him to pay for the fuel or anything. Then he also ask what about playing badminton definitely have to pay for the rental of the badminton court. Then I told him that my father was AWANA club member. So no need to pay. Then I tell him, that the whole day activities, he is not going to pay for anything except for the food of course. But finally my father pay all the expenses for that day. And somemore the wife still call to argue with him. But I have to agree one thing, he is bad larh from the start because he did not inform the wife that he is coming with us to Genting. But anyway after that, when the wife call at least he did admit that he is in Genting. He didn't make up any stories to lie to her. He is not doing anything not good behind her back rite. And finally the main reason is not because he went to Genting without telling her or spending money. The main reason is because the wife is in Gopeng, Perak staying at home and she also wants the husband to stay at home dun hang out with frenz. Doesn't that sounds really selfish act. I mean come one larh. Lets say you are at home, he left you at home and have fun with frens then he is wrong. But you are at home town. You can find your own frens and hang out. Can't expect the husband do the same thing here rite? Selfish bitch. Argue until want to divorce. If I am the guy, divorce larh..Anyway the gals is the one who is always malu(embarass). I am gonna tell you, she is the most ass bitch that I have ever seen. Anyway stop talking about her. If not I am going to get stroke here. Haha. Haih December I am going to Gopeng to attend their wedding dinner somemore. I feel sad for the bridegroom. &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/1954655939055931042-8960148679984115493?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8960148679984115493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8960148679984115493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8960148679984115493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8960148679984115493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/11/genting-trip-with-my-family.html' title='Genting trip with my family'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5723692792012214248</id><published>2007-10-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:43:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Reception Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It's almost one month ago, until now only I upload photos and post a new entry. Hehe!! Paiseh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One day before 6th October 2007, I really hope that I can sleep early so that I can enjoy my big big day to the fullest but unfortunately I won't be able to do that because I need to fetch my sister from the Pudu bus station. OMG!!! Somemore, she just reach KL at 1am. I am damn sleepy but couldn't do anything but to go there to fetch her. Until I reach home, I am really surprise to find out that my sister really bought for me "My Lucky Star" box set. Oh My!!! I can see my idol whenever I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 6th October 2007, I wake up so early to take a bath and put on my make up. Then we need to go Cheras and reach the saloon at 9am. I must really thank my brother friend(the hairstylist) because he open the shop one hour earlier to help me design my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The ceremony end so fast because the auntie speak so fast and before I can understand what she is trying to say(because she speaks in mandrin), she already ask us whether we agree to get married to each other. Not romantic at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am really happy because my parent can attend on my big day. And to my friends that attend also, I am really glad and happy that they are coming as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We took quite a numbers of photos on that day as a remembrance for that day.&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yztureI/AAAAAAAAAho/q6t6mdv3T3Q/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996105404263906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yztureI/AAAAAAAAAho/q6t6mdv3T3Q/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*This is my parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_zDturfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hhcYYglRHtg/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996109699231218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_zDturfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hhcYYglRHtg/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*This is Ah Wah's family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yDturcI/AAAAAAAAAhY/V2nA4LkD900/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996092519361986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yDturcI/AAAAAAAAAhY/V2nA4LkD900/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*This is the couple picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_xjturbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ajTl1hpp9-4/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996083929427378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_xjturbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ajTl1hpp9-4/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*In my life time, I think this is the most beautiful flower that I had received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996096814329298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yTturdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VzYVHr9R0q8/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*This is my siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RybCWzturgI/AAAAAAAAAh4/utTZD0FNfew/s1600-h/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126998922902810114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RybCWzturgI/AAAAAAAAAh4/utTZD0FNfew/s400/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*On the left hand side two guys is my brother's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*On the right hand side two gals is my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*P/s To Tracy -My form 4 &amp;amp; 5 most best chi mui, I am sorry and I feel sad that day you are not there. In my heart I really hope that day you will be there to take picture with me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony and photo taking session, we went to Puchong to have our lunch at the the Simply Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We went to Klang to visit my grandfather's sister in the old folks home because she doesn't have any children, so we sent her to the old folks home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Before Shui Fen go away, she pass me 2 CD which I really didn't think that I am gonna have that. It were the "My Lucky Star OST MP3 and CD". Thanks my dear for your gift. I love it so much.And thanks to Yeok Kuan for the couple wedding teddy bear that you gave me. It was such a lovely teddy bear. Thank you to all the friends and family that gave me the blessings on the day.And I would like to thanks all my friends and my colleagues that wishes me.&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/1954655939055931042-5723692792012214248?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5723692792012214248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5723692792012214248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5723692792012214248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5723692792012214248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-reception-day.html' title='Wedding Reception Day'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rya_yztureI/AAAAAAAAAho/q6t6mdv3T3Q/s72-c/6th+October+2007_Anna+N+Ah+Wah+Registration+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3398522222356264404</id><published>2007-10-17T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:57:36.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday I should say that I really don't want to experience how a car smash through pets e.g catz and dogz. I still couldn't believe my eyes when yesterday I saw two car NOT ONE ONLY is two car run over a cat and a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Whenever after work, I will go and fetch my mum to my house. I need to take the back road of my house so that I no need to make a U-turn. So I need to go through the Indian house that are just next to my neighbour. The stupid Indian girl, I suppose that she can't drive a car properly. Because everytime when she drive down my house sloppy hill, she won't stop the car and look whether there is another car coming up the sloppy, she will just drive down the hill with a super duper fast speed. When I was at the corner of the road the stupid lady park her GEN-2 in the middle of the road leave me no space to go through. I have no choice but to wait her to remove her car. Her German Shepherd dog was outside the house shitting everwhere. She did not lead the dog into the house and she even close the house gate. She get into her car and drive away her car. While she was making a turn that time, she actually ran over her own dog on the hind leg and the dogs tail. My mother and I was shocked to see this, I feel sad for the dog and the stupid lady still haven't noticed that she actually ran over the dog. The first time, the car front wheel only ran throught the dog. Then the dog get up to go into the house but that Indian lady ran over the dog again with the rear wheel. Can you imagine actually she haven't noticed that she had already ran through the dog with the front tyre but she did it again with the rear tyre? OMG!!! Just couldn't believe it. And to my surprised, after that she still haven't noticed that she actually ran over her own dog twice. Because she just drove off so quickly without even coming out from the car to see whether the dog is okie or not. STUPID LADY!!!!!!  Luckily the dog still can get up and ran into the house. Is she would ran over my EMPEROR she will be dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At night, after I send my mother home, on my way back down the sloppy hills. Before me, there was another car. That car actually hit a cat and drove off so fast with me following at his back, I was really surprised to see that the cat was ran over in the middle of the body. The cat was flipping to left and right. Struggling the pain. I was so sad to see the side mirror that the cat was still alive. But I am pretty sure that the cat won't be alive long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What is the problem? Yesterday I met with two asshole that can't drive a car properly. My goodness.&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/1954655939055931042-3398522222356264404?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3398522222356264404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3398522222356264404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3398522222356264404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3398522222356264404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-bad-day.html' title='A Bad Bad Day'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6431359025376616732</id><published>2007-10-05T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:58:08.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your spiritual energy strong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Have you ever tried being molested or being disturbed by evil spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Have you ever tried that you know the evil spirit is coming but you just don't know what to do to stop them from coming near you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;To me, it is really scary and eerie to hear that even me myself did not experience something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My brother friend, Jimsoan had been haunted since Form 1 until Form 5. For 5 years non-stop, he had been haunted everyday bu evil spirit. He said, every night he can feel them coming to him. But he just don't know what to do. So he just close his eyes and let them come and he even try to talk to them. He ask them why they want to do this to him and who are they. They come to touch him and molest him. And surround him. He is so scared. One day he talk to priest in church, he tell him maybe his house got keep something evil like, "Baby's tongue or something similar...!!!" They are one of those tribe that lives in something like rumah panjang. Maybe they take something like that as an amulet and wear it around the neck. Sometimes he feels that he can see his body lying on the bed but his spirit is outside of the body. And he is trying to wake his body up. Kinda scary when I hear this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Later after that, he started to stop asking the spirit...why they come and who are they.. He is just calmly let them come. And the evil spirit stops coming. He says that if we are not afraid of them then they will stop coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So is your spiritual energy strong enough?&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/1954655939055931042-6431359025376616732?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6431359025376616732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6431359025376616732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6431359025376616732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6431359025376616732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-your-spiritual-energy-strong.html' title='Is your spiritual energy strong?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5711992987895033739</id><published>2007-10-04T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:11:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the beginning of a New Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have this day to use as I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I can waste it or grow in its light, and be of service to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But what I do with this day is important because I have exchanged a day of my life for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I hope I will not regret the price I paid for it.&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/1954655939055931042-5711992987895033739?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5711992987895033739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5711992987895033739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5711992987895033739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5711992987895033739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2266983939879523491</id><published>2007-10-02T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:08:08.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After the we had fun at Templer's Park, we head to my home in Sri Sentosa. While we are heading back that time, we stop nearby our house workshop because Ah Wah's car was sent to repair. When we are on the way back that time, Kam Sui thigh cramped. The worst part was the both leg cramped at the same time. When we make our stop at the workshop. He stand straight and can't bend the leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Wah drive his own car back and no choice I have drive Kam Sui car to fetch him to my house. Haha.. Gen 2 is a nice car to drive just that the design not very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When in my house while waiting for my brother to cook mihun soup, Kam Sui wife called. And she is like questioning why Kam Sui let me drove the car. Why this and why that.... I mean whats her problem? The husband leg cramped also cannot let me drive him home. Takkan I want to snatch his husband meh? If she want to get jealous, I don't think this is a suitable time and "me &amp;amp; his husband" is impossible couple leh. Because before me and Ah Wah date, Kam Sui use to court me before, if I really interested that time I already be with him. Why do I need to wait until now? And besides that, Ah Wah and me are going to register as husband and wife. And she &amp;amp; Kam Sui is going to have the chinese ceremony marriage on December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I think this problem occur because they are not together for a long time. She still cannot trust the husband yet. Then if she is so scared that the husband will have an affair outside, why she want to go back to Gopeng, Perak. Stay here and watch over her husband marh. &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/1954655939055931042-2266983939879523491?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2266983939879523491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2266983939879523491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2266983939879523491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2266983939879523491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2285430602832919416</id><published>2007-10-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:41:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Templer Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 30th September 2007, Sunday, we went to Templer's Park. We include of Ah Wah, Kam Sui, Jimsoan, Henry, my brother and me. That day the time was so pack. I have piano lesson in the morning. From 10.30am to 11.30 am. So after my piano lesson, they supposely come to meet me. But when I finish my piano lesson, I called Ah Wah. He said that they are on the way only. OMG!!! How long should I wait?? So no choice, I went to Petsmore to have a look on puppies. Ah Wah love Chow Chow breed dog. The fur was nice to touch but the main thing is that the dog are so expensive. They sell for RM2,290.00. Wow!!! And that dog when it grows up that time are a big big dog. I waited in the pet shop for 10 minutes only. Then all of them arrived. We went to floral shop to make reservation for a hand bouquet for my wedding reception day use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After that, we went to have lunch together. Opppsss, last but not least...today I have to teach piano. So I have to go to Puchong to fetch my auntie children. Haih!!! When the class ended, we quickly send them back to their parents and soon we are on our journey to Templer's Park. As we have 6 people going there. So we need 2 cars of course. Kam Sui is driving one car. And.... thang thang thang THANG...the second car driver was me. Haha!!! Kesian my brother and his friends. Because I am driving my brother's car which I was not familiar. We even bet to see who reach there first. And I am sure that I am losing because my lousy driving skill if compare to Kam Sui. But unexpectedly, I reach first because they went the wrong road. Hahahaha!!! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have to climb such a high and long stairs before we can see the waterfall. We went quite high up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We had so much fun there. Although my both leg toe cramped for so long. I can't even move at all.&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/1954655939055931042-2285430602832919416?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2285430602832919416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2285430602832919416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2285430602832919416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2285430602832919416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/10/templer-park.html' title='Templer Park'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6473532463910856520</id><published>2007-09-29T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:28:32.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 27th September 2007, Thursday, Tracy came to have lunch with me. Not only me and her alone but add another unexpected one that is Caesar Loong Weng Keong. Just couldn't believe it that he is coming along with Tracy. But the main reason is because, Tracy before she come to meet me they went to optical shop to made a new pair of glasses for Caesar. And she said wanna have lunch with me but in the end she turns up at 1.50pm. And my lunch hour is from 1pm to 2pm. That time I also dunno how to eat finish a lunch within 10minutes. So I tell Esther that I will be going out for 30 minutes. Esther said I can go for my normal 1 hour break. OMG!!!! Unbelievable... I can go out like normal lunch period. All thanks to my dear best friend, Tracy and long lost friend, Caesar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Only on that day, I realised that actually Tracy got read my blog. All this while I thought only Shui Fen the only one reading. So that means I have reader. Hahaha!!! I had a nice chat with both of them. Although a lot of people said that Caesar have been so arrogant but on that day, he is nice and friendly. I dunno larh this is what I see on that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks to Tracy that she manage to squeeze out sometime to come and find me. Although she already become a pilot and fly the aeroplane for 2 times-3times. And also thanks to Caesar for treating us lunch that day.&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/1954655939055931042-6473532463910856520?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6473532463910856520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6473532463910856520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6473532463910856520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6473532463910856520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5128736525263106777</id><published>2007-09-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Star (Fang Yang De Xing Xing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Last time, I used to admire Jimmy Lin. He is so handsome and cute. That time he was only maybe 17 years old. When he was very popular that time, I always love to listen to his song and watch the movie that he act. But when he reach 18 years old, he joined the military for three years. Then after that, when he came out to this entertainment world, he had to start from the very beginning. After that, all the movie that he act are those olden days movie(should be said kung fu drama) which I don't really fancy to watch. The movie that makes me admire him and idolise him is this Shaolin Popey. I love him. He is handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjrgqHPzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIeSZmsuR14/s1600-h/shaolinpopeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115143244682313522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjrgqHPzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIeSZmsuR14/s400/shaolinpopeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And right now, Jimmy, I am in love with you in this "My Lucky Star". In this drama, he is really everyone hero. I should said that this drama can't be miss. Must watch. Unlike "Meteor Garden", the love story is a bit dragy though but I still love Jerry Yen but this Jimmy Lin, I like him more. Although he is already 33 years old but he looks so young as in like 20++years old. He is so charming. In this drama, you can see a lot of different outfit that makes him got different personality. Of all the type of the way that he dress, the most impressive one will be tha one when he starts to work in E-Shine company to help his father and make the father's dream come true. He looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjngqHPyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Kx5lKX50eD8/s1600-h/250px-Myluckystar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115143175962836770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjngqHPyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Kx5lKX50eD8/s400/250px-Myluckystar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When he starts to fall in love with the female main actress, Ah Shing, he don't care about how people look upon them as long as their relationship is there. Ah Shing was once a prisoner and cheater where nobody will trust her. But Tian Chi(Jimmy) would believe her and he was the first one that say he believe her. He even use his own life to exchange Ah Shing happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZAqHPtI/AAAAAAAAAgY/q04K1dwulwg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142926854733522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZAqHPtI/AAAAAAAAAgY/q04K1dwulwg/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But because of this, he hurt his right hand which made him can't race car anymore. The most important thing is that he loves racing. But he have to let go that dream just to realise Ah Shing's dream. So for his own good, Ah Shing agree to accept money from his father and leave Tian Chi alone. She took the money to help her ex-boyfriend daugther that needs money to operate the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZQqHPuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/H0jJv5U2Dvo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142931149700834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZQqHPuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/H0jJv5U2Dvo/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZQqHPvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kvsfCAwwQZw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142931149700850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZQqHPvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kvsfCAwwQZw/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZgqHPwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rZ5-0TrU7M8/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142935444668162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZgqHPwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rZ5-0TrU7M8/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZwqHPxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x_6H695Y6JA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142939739635474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjZwqHPxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x_6H695Y6JA/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFAqHPoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/MMTIgt3YvXg/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142583257349762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFAqHPoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/MMTIgt3YvXg/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFQqHPpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FtESO91lBvA/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142587552317074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFQqHPpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FtESO91lBvA/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFgqHPqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fPHNQVG9wgA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142591847284386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFgqHPqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fPHNQVG9wgA/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFwqHPrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KeBDUbNqZBk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142596142251698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFwqHPrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KeBDUbNqZBk/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFwqHPsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mRiwziucixk/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142596142251714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjFwqHPsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mRiwziucixk/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvyi3QqHPnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kIqkbhwXndM/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142347034148466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvyi3QqHPnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kIqkbhwXndM/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyitAqHPmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/p36jTl9V2TM/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115142170940489314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyitAqHPmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/p36jTl9V2TM/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyffwqHPlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w7cBe3e0NnI/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115138644772339282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyffwqHPlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w7cBe3e0NnI/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyfWwqHPkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QAQMatEjssc/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115138490153516610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyfWwqHPkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QAQMatEjssc/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If you want to find out the plot, don't forget to watch this drama. I love this story so much. And I definitely will buy the box set. :) I am waiting for the malay subtitle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday in order to finish watching this drama, I watch until 6.20am where I still need to work today. I only sleep one hour plus. *Sob* So tired now. Feel like dying already.&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/1954655939055931042-5128736525263106777?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5128736525263106777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5128736525263106777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5128736525263106777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5128736525263106777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-lucky-star-fang-yang-de-xing-xing.html' title='My Lucky Star (Fang Yang De Xing Xing)'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvyjrgqHPzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SIeSZmsuR14/s72-c/shaolinpopeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6613143740150292806</id><published>2007-09-28T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:45:25.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hmmm... As I expected, I really failed my Grade 7 practical. But no need to be sad because this was really my fault. But my teacher said that this year, a lot of students Grade 6 and above failed their exam also. But I really need to improve myself. I mean practice a lot.&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/1954655939055931042-6613143740150292806?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6613143740150292806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6613143740150292806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6613143740150292806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6613143740150292806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-new.html' title='Bad New'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7376465258387323947</id><published>2007-09-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:19:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today I suppose my piano practical result will be out. Although I know that my chances of failing for this exam are extremely high but I still put a bit of hope that it will pass. Anyway, my piano teacher said that this year I will be preparing for Grade 8 exam. Here I vow that I will really put in effort to practice so that I won't get the same situation as in right now. Good luck to me. Haha ;P&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/1954655939055931042-7376465258387323947?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7376465258387323947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7376465258387323947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7376465258387323947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7376465258387323947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/result.html' title='Result'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4521816407024647324</id><published>2007-09-25T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:02.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Angelz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Wow, I have not seen Yoke Sane for such a long time. My God she was so busy. But luckily she finish her exam and assignment so that we can meet. Has been waiting for so long. At first I thought that this Sunday I will be going out with Shui Fen only because the time that I have are really tight. But due to some reason, I did not go for piano lesson so we have more time for shopping. On the 23rd September 2007, Sunday, we (Shui Fen, Yoke Sane &amp;amp; me) went to Sungei Wang. Ah Wah and me went to Seri Petaling to fetch Yoke Sane, although I said that I will arrive in between 11am to 12pm at Shui Fen house. But at 12pm I reach Yoke Sane house only. Haha ;P I am typical Malaysian. Don't angry ya, Shui Fen!!! All because of me, because I wanted to find piano lesson books for my auntie son. So we take this opportunity to invite Yoke Sane to come along. It was so fun that day. While on the ride to Shui Fen house, I found out that Yoke Sane actually have been keeping in touch with Kian Yow. This totally surprised me!!! And he somemore ask Yoke Sane whether did I change my bf again.... What does he mean by AGAIN??? OMG!! Do I look like one of those people that change bf every week? Hmmm Forget about him larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I really love to have more outings with Yoke Sane and Shui Fen because it was really fun when I was together with them. We can chat about a lot of things. And almost every outings that we have, when we saw the photo sticker machine we just couldn't help it but to went into the machine and take photo. This is the third sticker photo that we take together. And both of them said that I change the most because I change my hair style for each picture taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74wqHPiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PTu69ncQSIk/s1600-h/Charlie+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973591943626274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74wqHPiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PTu69ncQSIk/s400/Charlie+Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RvhwqwqHPdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/GIw1IPDBHGw/s1600-h/Charlie+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74wqHPhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/twvyhqQhh50/s1600-h/1_414103636l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973591943626258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74wqHPhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/twvyhqQhh50/s400/1_414103636l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74gqHPgI/AAAAAAAAAew/pSrl8_Zas8s/s1600-h/1_269664136l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973587648658946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74gqHPgI/AAAAAAAAAew/pSrl8_Zas8s/s400/1_269664136l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We even try our 6 poses before we slot in token to take pictures, we actually try our poses 2 times but somehow actually i forgot when it comes to the real taking picture session. But the funny part was that the first time that we take that time, the photo came out in the screen as black in colour and the only thing that we can only see was Yoke Sane green colour blouse and my golden earing. Then we re-take after they repair the machine. Muahaha.. We can take better pose this time, because we know how the camera works. Free testing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After the photo session, we brought Yoke Sane to pierce ear. She was sooo funny. When see her complain that the ear will have infection and bleeding and etc. You just couldn't believe that such a science educated girl, her thinking is so ancient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hope that next outing she will be wearing fancy earing!!! &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/1954655939055931042-4521816407024647324?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4521816407024647324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4521816407024647324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4521816407024647324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4521816407024647324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-union.html' title='Charlie Angelz'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rvh74wqHPiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PTu69ncQSIk/s72-c/Charlie+Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4222625708971064521</id><published>2007-09-14T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:26:36.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today when I was chatting with my colleagues during lunch suddenly we came across this sentence,"Shih Minh swimming in the swimming pool." And we found out that the sentence seems like this one,"She sells seashells in the seashore," Then we said that we should teach kindergarten students the new ways to improve their pronounciation(how to spell this?)&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/1954655939055931042-4222625708971064521?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4222625708971064521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4222625708971064521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4222625708971064521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4222625708971064521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6765602635484965235</id><published>2007-09-14T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:38:49.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day In October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I must admit that I really can't wait for that special day to come. Sometimes I just wonder whether man after marriage will they really change their attitude to their wife differently from the way they treat us as girlfriend. Every women also afraid to try that but you will never know. Maybe your man is not the same like other bad guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am always uncertain last time whether Ah Wah is really the right man for me. Because maybe our behaviour and temper is really hard to communicate. But after moved out from my old house, now I can 100% sure that he is the right one that I always dream of. He loved and cares me a lot. But I just hope that after I say "I Do" then he starts to change his attitude towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just love the way know we communicate. We can tolerate better and the relationship is closer compare to last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just can say every man have different attitude and behaviour. So you just have to find the right way to talk to your man, to make him accept wife is wed to be loved and pampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just hope that all my friends and my sister will find their prince charming riding on a white horse.  ;)&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/1954655939055931042-6765602635484965235?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6765602635484965235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6765602635484965235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6765602635484965235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6765602635484965235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-day-in-october.html' title='Big Day In October'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5504903146111694585</id><published>2007-09-14T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:30:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Long Way To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My career path is still a long way to go. I didn't know that becoming a piano teacher is so tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now I am in Grade 8 and in order to get into music school to teach, I need at least Grade 8. But because I have not taken Grade 8 exam so I need to wait until end of next year only I can start to teach in music school. And the worst part is..... when we teach in music school we do not have any basic salary. Its all depends on how many students you have. And for the school fees that your student pay, you will get 60% of the fees and 40% will go to the school. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And my friend once told me to get into Yamaha Music School because they provide training for piano teacher and a certificate that you qualify to teach piano. Is that necessary? Because in Yamaha Music Centre, my colleague's friends once teach there. The music school take 70% of the fees and we as piano teacher only gets 30%. How to survive with that kind of salary. And to get into Yamaha they need at least Diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Where do I start? I really need to figure it out because I still have another year to think how to go about it. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&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/1954655939055931042-5504903146111694585?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5504903146111694585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5504903146111694585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5504903146111694585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5504903146111694585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-long-way-to-go.html' title='A Long Long Way To Go'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6015277167824979488</id><published>2007-08-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:48:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My last two post was really seems like rushing to type the entry? Maybe I did not explain much in my previous two entries thats why seems like rushing. But actually I am not rushing when I typing both of the entries.  Haha ;) I have to write better for my other posts to make my reader(actually only Shui Fen is reading this) more happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Last Sunday, 26th August 2007 is sunny good day. I have made an appointment to meet my ex-colleagues in Mid Valley. So I reach Mid Valley at 10.30am but not sharp a bit late because rushing to take a bath, dress up and the worst part is that I need to wake Ah Wah up to fetch me to Mid Valley. I intended to bring Ah Wah along but he was very sleepy and doesn't want to follow me there and scared will be bored to death. Haha.. By that time Ah Wah wake up, he still need to brush his teeth. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Luckily although I am late to my appointment, in fact my friend Suvari reach there later than me. This is what we called Malaysian. They never been puntual to anything maybe except go to work. Wedding dinner late, LRT reaching the station also late, tuition class also late and others thing also will be late. Because this is us Malaysian, and we are used to it already. Late as always. So everytime if you make an appointment with a friend you might need to reach the place to meet up maybe 30 minutes later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Both of us met up in DOME at South Court in Mid Valley. Man!!! The food and beverages there are damn expensives. I mean for a breakfast, I ate RM 25.00 for one person only leh. If not because of my colleagues, definitely I won't be going there to eat. The food is so-so. And drinks also so-so. We had a really nice meet up and chatting was fun with her. And roughly around 11.30am, Brendan came and we chat and laugh until the whole DOME customer and outside passer by also look at us as if like we are crazy but who cares anyway. I really enjoy that day because they are really funny and easy to get along. We chat until 3pm, then we make our move to Primavera to help Suvari to choose a high-heel shoe. Mid Valley was on sale. So I decided that on Monday I will bring Ah Wah there to buy his long sleeves shirt and his tie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After she bought a pair of shoe, we dismiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Wah came to fetch me with my brother, Jimsoan and my sister along. We headed to Cheras to my brother's friend saloon. My hairstylist. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Wah had a hair cut. Mmmm... so handsome his new haristyle. And my sis going to dye and highlight her hair for RM190.00 which I consider quite cheap. And my hair, just dunno what is going on that day actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I had my hair washed and the shampoo girl told me that my hair are dry. She asked my whether want to steam my hair(treatment). Then I said okie. You know what... I am steaming my hair after my hair wash and not only that actually I am buying the whole treatment cream product as well. OMG!!!! I thought I am using their shop treatment cream and I didn't know that she is going to sell me the treament product. After my treatment, I had my hair cut also because I have split end. I thought when I have to pay that time sure very expensive de. But luckily is only RM89 for my hair. RM89 for shampoo, hair cut, treatment and the treatment product. And now I have to admit that the treatment was good. Now my hair are smoother and silkier. Haha.... Joking. But it really not that dry anymore my hair. Next time I go there again I must bring along the treatment cream and make them steam my hair for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6015277167824979488?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6015277167824979488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6015277167824979488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6015277167824979488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6015277167824979488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8211055721094586045</id><published>2007-08-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:32:46.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;25th August 2007, my colleagues came to my apartment. Because they keep on asking me when I am going to invite them to my house warming party. But definitely there will be no house warming party. But I invited them to my house to have fun. We work half day that day. But the time just like passing so slow because I am tired and lazy to work after on leave for two days consecutively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Once the clock reach 1pm, my boss keep on telling my colleagues that I am going to perform my piano skills to them at my home. I really hate this. My boss always like that. I know that I can't perform well so I declined to give any performance with an excuse such as I only practise my exam pieces and did not practice any new song since. I just can't get away with it because of that because my boss will find other way to make me play a song for them. Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They bought KFC to my house as lunch. After they had their lunch. OMG! They want me to play piano for them.Sigh!! Damn sien. Mu boss said since I didn't play other songs for so long then he wanted me to play my piano exam pieces for them. MOTHER... Where can like that wan?  Everyone knows that exam pieces doesn't sound nice. So I have no choice but to play a song that I am familiar with. And I have to add that Esther sight reading was really really good. I admire her.&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/1954655939055931042-8211055721094586045?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8211055721094586045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8211055721094586045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8211055721094586045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8211055721094586045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-warming-party.html' title='House Warming Party'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-288665904509665709</id><published>2007-08-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:23:35.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 24th August 2007 was my piano examination, I know I can't assume that I am going to pass my Grade 7 practical exam. Because I am not doing my best in it. I could have done better if I had put more effort in it. I just don't know somehow it was me attitude to do last minute work even when I am studying that time I am having such a attitude which I myself also don't like that I am behaving like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But on that day, I really appreaciate that Shui Fen actually drive me there and wait for me when I am having my exam. And after that, we went to One-Utama for shopping because I wanted to find a dress for my registration day. But I just couldn't find something that is appropriate. So we change location to other place to find since we couldn't find one there. The next destination that we went was Nichi Fashion City in Sungai Besi. Since the gown is on 2nd floor so we headed there so that we won't be wasting our time. I try a few gowns there, but I have to tell that the gowns really sucks. And somemore the air-cond was not functioning well. Somehow the air that was blow out smells like pepper spray. I am serious about this. And anyone that go nears that place definitely will cough like hell. Because Shui Fen and me experienced the same thing. And the service there are really bad. The aunty that works there talk more than serving. So we just don't want to try anymore and we move on to another place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shui Fen brought me to Bridal Shop in Jalan Loke Yew. And the first shop that we went in was very nice decorated(what I mean is the front shop design). We went into the shop and the lady tell us to wait for a while because someone are trying on the wedding gown.  We are getting more and more pissed off when we already waited like for may be 30 minutes. I just can't wait anymore. We walked out of that shop and go to the next wedding shop located next to the asshole shop only. And the service of this shop was tremendous. We just stand at the front door and having a look on the wedding photo when the sales lady just walk out to offer some help to us. So we told her that we wanted to rent a gown for wedding reception. And she chose three gowns. I chose one of it and RM300 for the gown. On 29th September 2007, I am going to that shop to collect the gown so that I can wear on 6th October 2007. &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/1954655939055931042-288665904509665709?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/288665904509665709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=288665904509665709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/288665904509665709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/288665904509665709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4330255757216504214</id><published>2007-08-22T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:42:02.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I suppose that I am god damn lucky to have such a nice boss. My boss whenever he is eating lunch with us, he pay for our lunch. Whenever my family have seom problems, he will lend a helpful hand and advice to us. And if you have any problems, he will try to find a solution for you. And there is this one time that my boss even offer to pay for my college fees but definitely there is something in return that is I will for him longer and can't leave the company so soon. But unfortunately I already decided not to take that course due to some other reason. I mean I am really lucky when I compare myself with others people boss. Because my boss is one in a million good boss. I am glad that I can get into this company. Anyway, somehow some people might not so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Wah boss, I got to tell you he is the worst and kiam siap boss ever I have seen. His company got two boss. One is small boss and one is bigger boss. Once he decided to leave the company and join another company so he told the small boss that he will be leaving next month. But then the small boss said that he will increase his salary to make him stay. After 1 month, Ah Wah ask him back regarding the salary, then he said,"Big boss said this year profit is not much so can't increase your salary.." I was like what the hell....He did promise and in the end he break his promise. If he can't afford to increase people salary then just be honest. OMG!!! Anyway then this time the small boss daughther are having this one month old party(mun yuet chau) and they need to go back to Ipoh from Saturday to Monday. And he told Ah Wah that the three days will be an holiday somemore is unpaid leave. So Ah Wah found a part time on Saturday. And today the big boss found out that he work on Saturday. And make him stay alone in the factory to do all the work himself. He feels that if you like to work that much then I make you work alone in the factory and complete all the work yourself without anybody help. I was so pissed off when heard about it. Can't people just work part time when they are having an off day what's the matter with him. He is such an asshole guy I have ever seen. Damn it.&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/1954655939055931042-4330255757216504214?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4330255757216504214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4330255757216504214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4330255757216504214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4330255757216504214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/inconsiderate-boss.html' title='Inconsiderate Boss'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1710906022247529220</id><published>2007-08-17T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:14:20.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I feel pity for some women that they really can sacrifice everything for the man that they love. But in return can man really sacrifice like women did. I think if in rating of 10, then will be 1/10 that really can sacrifice for the women that they love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am sorry to say that man really are selfish. Why did I say so? ^^ Just a few examples.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If a man having another woman outside and if the wife would have found out the truth, they want the wife to forgive them and sometimes even ask them to accept the truth that they are having affair outside but inner they still love their wife so much. They haven't change the love towards the wife just that in their heart they is another woman. So their heart can love two woman on the same time. But what about if women does the same thing. I tell you, women never gets away if they have affairs outside. Either the husband will kill the wife or kill the whole family or kill the man and the wife or kill the man(if he still really loves the wife so much)Why always must be the woman that must tolerate with such a thing but not a man. I am not saying equality here. But is about the tolerance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Another thing is that never stay together in the same house with your boyfriend unless both of you are going to get married or you are going to register as lawfully husband or wife. I have a lot of friends, when the girls started to stay together with the boyfriend. The bf tends to forget about getting married. Because they don't to commit in anything. As long as they can have the benefit of getting a wife without having to responsible for everything that they did. The man everytime tends to say that it is not the time yet to get married. But however not the time yet at least can plan together when it should be held. They don't even want to talk anything regarding wedding. Is it si hard to give a status to a woman that you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And if your bf is in trouble (don't care is financial, family or works problem), I am sure the side gf will definitely will be there to help their bf to get through the bad situation. And man always say what you all women knows and you can't even help me in anything. And they seems like don't want to let the gf/wife knows about their problems. I am sure we women can be a good listener and sometimes we really can help. Like Ah Wah when we just date not long, he also say that I can't help him in anything. But in the end guess what I am the one that help him to solve the problem. Who say that we women are useless. But not all man are like that but almost all of them are like that. They are too ego for not letting women to help them and like they knew everything on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My friend, the bf have been taking advantage of her. I dunno somehow, I don't really like her but I am very mad to found out about the bf everytime. Somemore she still said that she can't force the bf too much if not he will get unhappy about this. I know I have been bery busybody and I also know that talk is very easy but when you are in that situation, you are same like her can't do anything but just wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is just the fate of women.... I suppose.&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/1954655939055931042-1710906022247529220?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1710906022247529220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1710906022247529220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1710906022247529220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1710906022247529220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/women-fate.html' title='Women fate'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2288913083302518050</id><published>2007-08-17T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:44:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One of Ah Wah friend announce that they are going to get married in December this year. I just don't know why somehow whenever I heard one by one his friend get married, everytime when they announced it out I have a feeling of jealousy or admiration. Even myself also not sure what was that feeling all about. I just feel so uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And this time, his friend have been dating the girlfriend for only one year plus and now they already announce that they are getting married. What is this feeling that keep on making me feel like I am so left out. I should be very happy that one of his friend have already found the other half to spend the life time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am not sure whether is it every women dreams to dress in wedding gown but I am definitely dreaming of that day to come where I was treated like a princess and for the whole day, I will be dressing so beautifully. I really hope that my wedding day will be the most special day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But I really feel that if they have been dating for only one year and more, how will they know that they can tolerate each other so much. Because for the starting in relationship, both parties can tolerate each other so much that they don't feel any uneasiness. But when the relationship getting older and older, something might not be the same again anymore. By that time, you will feel like he doesn't love that much because the things that he can tolerate seems like he cannot tolerate anymore, is it because he doesn't love that much anymore. Maybe I am just thinking too much. I think I must really congratulate them and wish them to have ever lasting love. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Just hope that when my wedding day have arrive, everything will go on as smoothly as can be..&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/1954655939055931042-2288913083302518050?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2288913083302518050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2288913083302518050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2288913083302518050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2288913083302518050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/admiration.html' title='Admiration'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7739631178509379668</id><published>2007-08-09T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:49:51.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does she need to act like that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have to do this on my blog.....&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like to  complain in my blog about other people but today I just can't hold on to myself and I need to burst it out.Give me some comment on how should I react on her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She is just being so selfish. All that she do, the priority she will give to herself first. Why she can do that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today we ordered Domino's pizza. We order 2 regular pizza. So one is Aloha Chicken(same like Hawaiian Chicken in Pizza Hut) and one is super deluxe. So left two small pieces and each pieces are different flavour. So I ask her whether which she wanted to eat. She said she want the Aloha Chicken flavour.(Mother, everytime she will choose the delicious one and the lousy one she will leave it to other people.She just don't care) Okie!!! Fine... Since I know that from the beginning I am the one that ask her first. Fair....The most angry part was when she was having the slice of Aloha Chicken she throw out all the pineapples and I ask her why she throw it all out. Then she sheepishly smile and answered me,"Oh, because I feel like my period is coming so I can't have pineapple." Then I straightly said to her,"Then if that is the case, why do you choose to have the Aloha Chicken?" You know I am damn piss off with her attitude. But everytime I just don't want to hate people that much because I think everyone is not perfect. But not until like that right. She is bladdy damn selfish....**pif** That is not just one thing that I judge her to death sentence but she did al lot of selfish thing that I really can't bear with her attitude. OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The second thing that she reveal her selfishness is when we are having KFC that time. There is one time my boss bought a barrel of KFC for us to have. Then you know what, not only her alone. She and another girl also pick from the barrel (what I mean is not pick should be the correct word should be choose from the barrel) a drumstick. Then after they finish their drumstick, they try to find another one in the barrel. If don't have, then they only have one piece of chicken breast or thigh then they are done. They won't eat anymore because they don't like to eat other part. Why they want to be that choosy? They choose all the good parts and left those not nice part for other people to eat. Is it a good nature??? That is why both of them are so good relation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am so so sooooo sorry for complaining this. I am just about to burst off.&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/1954655939055931042-7739631178509379668?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7739631178509379668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7739631178509379668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7739631178509379668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7739631178509379668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-does-she-need-to-act-like-that.html' title='Why does she need to act like that?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2053561216633508124</id><published>2007-08-09T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:25:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Shui Fen, I am glad that you make your time available to come my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And thanks for the banana cake and tarts. I love talking to you. Because I can chat with you regarding on anything. As always, we can chat for a long long time non-stop everytime we meet. Just love it so much. And just to let you know, I am more than welcome if you want to find me. So don't worry you are not bothering me at all. On my piano examination date, my exam time will be on 8.30am. So after that, we go shopping to find dress. If I can find something that is cheap and nice. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cheerz...&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/1954655939055931042-2053561216633508124?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2053561216633508124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2053561216633508124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2053561216633508124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2053561216633508124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-for-coming.html' title='Thanks for coming'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1240926188998293326</id><published>2007-08-06T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:41:17.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 4th August 2007, Saturday, me and Ah Wah went to Tian Hou Temple Marriage Registration Office to hand in the forms for them to process. Actually we decided to take 9th September 2007(Sunday) because they have this event that a lot of couples will be registering together. And the process fees will be RM 140 which is quite expensive. And we thought of taking that day because it means 'cheong cheong kau kau' means together forever.&lt;br /&gt;We reach the temple at 10.30am and we took number and waited for our turn to arrive. There are plenty of couples there waiting as well. When it reaches our turn, we hand over our documents when the auntie suddenly ask both of us for our passport size photograph..Oooppsss!!!!! We actually forgot about it. So we ask the auntie to certified true copy for our other documents first then only we bring our photograph. Mother!!! She said cannot and we must go home to take our photograph, come back and take a new number again. OMG!!!!So this time, we went home to take our photograph and bring my brother along this time. We took a number from the machine but now the problem is the machine that provide us with the number are out of order. So no choice, we just wait inside the office for our turn. After we handed our documents, we are ask to head to another office but inside the temple to ask for a declaration which cost us RM26. And you know what, the temple only help people that are buddhist for both of the couple to register. Don't care larh. We headed back to the registration office to book our registration date. We choose 9th September 2007 but the damn auntie said,"For that day arr,both of you and the witnesses have to reach here at 7.30am.And you have to wait for the ceremony and song singging before you actually can register." So since she talked like that we decided to consider about the date again. And this time we decided to take 6th October 2007. Another problem appears, that is the last date that we can choose is on the 4th October 2007 because we have to choose a date within 2 months from the date we hand in our form. OMG!!!! Help me.....And luckily the Indian guy was a nice guy, he said we can come on Monday that is the 6th August 2007 to hand in the form and then we can choose 6th October 2007 to register. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the registration office to pay the handling fees that is RM99 and we book 6th October 2007 to register and it will be held at 9.15am. Damn happy.. Wee-hoo....&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/1954655939055931042-1240926188998293326?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1240926188998293326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1240926188998293326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1240926188998293326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1240926188998293326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-registration.html' title='Wedding Registration'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8649091490007045549</id><published>2007-08-02T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:07:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to laugh about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although lately my life have been quite miserable but on the other side I still can find something interesting in my life actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;First case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You know my birthday was in the early month of July. My collegues in my office actually forgot about my birthday so they said they will replace it with having a dinner after office hour. And we decided to go Shabu-Shabu. And Shui Fen, I bet you remember that day I ask you about the Shabu-Shabu telephone number. That was in the middle of July already. And I told them that no need to celebrate since my birthday have been like so many days back then. Then they still insist want to celebrate my birthday there. They actually suppose to bring the cake to be cut there but the person who suppose to bring it forgot to bring it along so they decided to cut the cake on Friday in office. And so coincidence that on Saturday will be Glen's(my employer's daugther's husband) birthday. And he thought that we brought the cake for his birthday. And he thank us for bringing the cake. And he even sing the birthday song like this,"Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me....., Happy Birthday to me." And suddenly his wife said, "Aren't we are celebrating Anna'a birthday as well?" To me is better they forgot because I am embarassed when all people are looking at me and sing the birthday song for me. And that time I can remember that when I am in form six that time, Melissa and Sheng Wa bought a cake for me and we did celebrate my birthday in school. I am very happy that time. Okie...., Back to my story. Then they started singing for me this time. And while we are eating the cake and have some chat. Esther(Glen's wife) said that tomorrow she is throwing a birthday party for Glen. And she ordered an erotic cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esther:They do all type of eroctic cakes, normally they will made a huge breast cake but this time I ordered a vagina cake for Glen*giggles*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Glen: Are you kidding me? How do you aspect me to eat such a cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esther: Well, it is ment to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Glen: Ok, tell me. Shaved or unshave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esther : I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Glen: Oh my goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It was like when we heard that she ordered such a cake, we burst out laughing. I suppose all of us won't do that to our boyfriend or husband, rite? *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Second Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today me and my collegues are going to KFC to have our lunch there. So my office hired one part-time accountant where she only come in once a week and she is sitting in a room. So this time when we go to lunch, we all get ready with our bag to hop into the car and drove to KFC. When suddenly, Alvin(my collegues) remember that Shi Minh(our accountant, we use to call her swimming) is still in the office and we totally forgot about her. Then we quickly ran up to the office and open the door. And my employer said to her,"Aiyah, we totally forgot about you. We even switch off the lights and locked the door. Luckily Alvin remembers that you are in the office*LOL*." Then we are separated into two cars. (p.s Actually I don't like the accountant that much because everytime when we go for lunch that time, she always talk like she knew everything ^__^ I even feel like clapping my hands when I know that we forgot about her *evil* ;P) Then when in KFC that time, my employer repeat again that she should thank Alvin for reminding him that she is still in the office and besides that he will laugh as though it was very funny. And she just layan him and laugh a bit.*roll eyes* And this is not the first time we forgot about her and we always laugh that we forgot about her totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Third Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I am in Alvin's car, so I ask Alvin," Eh, ngo ke luin leng mm leng(Eh, my curls look nice or not?)" Then he is like 'What?' Then I ask again. Then he started laughing. And guess what........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He actually thought that I was asking him,"Eh, ngo ke lin leng mm leng(Eh, my breast look pretty or not) Then my other collegues also laughing like hell. Hmmm... Maybe because I am having flu that is why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fourth Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today I call a lawyer firm to ask the clerk to fax me information. And she ask me who is on the line. So I reply, " Anna here". Then she fax me the information that I need with a fax cover written 'Attention : Miss Anna Hia'. Then myself started laughing because I didn't know that she mistaken that I say here=my surname. *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-8649091490007045549?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8649091490007045549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8649091490007045549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8649091490007045549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8649091490007045549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-to-laugh-about.html' title='Something to laugh about'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8108942375997708797</id><published>2007-08-01T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:21:53.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyscho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I do not understand the feelings that a woman feels when actually they met with 'flasher' or 'those sexually obsessed man'. Last time I used to hear from my mother that she read from the newspaper that those idiotic guy masturbating in front of the ladies in streets or the flasher came in front of you and just show you his private part.Have you tried to imagine lets say one day you would encounter someone like that? What will you do? Scream?? Last time when I heard stories like that I will say,"I will jokingly let him know that his penis are so small so don't you feel embarass to show something that is so small for other people to see?"But not until I really experienced it on 31st July 2007. OMG!!!! Why do I have to go through something like this?Yesterday after work, I walk with my collegue to my car which I parked on the back street of my office.So before I walk to my car, I stop at the T-junction to chat with my collegue when this man was waving to me. I was like a bit uneasy because I don't like guys that I don't know talk to me or whistle or play dumb stuff. Then when I finish chatting with my collegue so we say goodbye to each other and wave goodbye and this idiot guy he wave to me again.So I feel something was not right. I quickly hop on my car and lock the door. Then I look on to my back mirror where I can't see him anymore and I thought I was safe that time. Then when my collegue drove off her car and the guy started showing up and walking towards my car. What was in you mind right now?What I was thinking is 'Oh No'. So I quickly start my engine and take away my windscreen shade. Before I do that, he was standing quite far from my car back where I can see from my back mirror that he was taking out his penis and start rubbing it. *SHOCK* I look on my back mirror is not because I wanted to see him but is because I scared he will attack me. So I have keep on track and see what he is up to.Then I drove off. I don't wish to see him anymore. Please don't appear in my office area anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And now I know that if I saw pyscho guy I won't act like what I say. I am nervous and panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-8108942375997708797?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8108942375997708797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8108942375997708797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8108942375997708797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8108942375997708797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pyscho_01.html' title='Pyscho'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6630454639066954217</id><published>2007-08-01T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:22:14.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood = Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After I move out from my house, my mood are so moody, but definitely not because of cant' handle my things on my own. Just that I am sad for everything that happened on me.Lately the rain was pouring like in the monsoon season. But monsoon season was not here yet. It was raining everyday. And now I am having flu and cough.BAD!!! I am feeling depress and moody. But you know like everyone says everyday starts with a smile. And I am trying that, it works out not bad.Everything that falls upon me is not what I wanted to happen. But when I heard my employer says to my collegues during lunch was, " Anna life are so colourful*LOL*!!". You can guess how piss off I am.MOTHER!!! As if everything that happens in my family I really wanted. Abnormal family relationship, not close related to my father, sister feel not like a part of the family and lastly my brother being robbed by a robber. Is this what I wanted??? If I no need to let them know all of this and I can take leave, definitely I won't be choosing to tell them actually what happen in my family.I am so sad that in this year bad things keep on falling on me non-stop. Is this the way the GOD test my endurance or it is just that I am not tough enough. I know that complaining in life won't help you to solve problem but at least I can express what deep down inside in my heart I feel about it.I do believe that in this world there are none out there wanted something bad to happen to the family to get attention of outsiders. But anyway, through all these obstacles, I know I will stand up and still fight for the life that I wanted to have.Thanks for all the care that my friend have given. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6630454639066954217?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6630454639066954217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6630454639066954217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6630454639066954217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6630454639066954217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-weather.html' title='Mood = Weather'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6188537478627913668</id><published>2007-07-30T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:01:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank GOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I must thank GOD for everything that he had done. He was really there when we are having difficult moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 27th July 2007, Friday, my brother invited us (me, Ah Wah, my mother and Vynna) to his god mother house in Puchong. They are having barbecue there. And actually all the foods are organize by my brother. So we went there roughly around 9pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My brother god mother house was really nice. They had a pool table, small fountain and a lovely Siberian Husky dog(huge one). And the dog was really friendly. We all love the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There they had crabbies, kerang, chicken wings, salad, squids, fried bihun and ikan kembong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We ate until 11.30pm, then we decided to go home because tomorrow I still need to work. Although my brother is working, he said he stay until later because he is drinking beer with the uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;While I was sleeping, I heard someone knocking on my bedroom door. So I ask the person knocking on my door,"Who are you?". Then only I know it was my brother who is knocking on my door. When I open my door, he was standing there. And I thought he vomit and wanted me to clean the floor for him but when I further look at him, the liquid that was on his chest was not vomit stain but was his blood flowing out from his chest. I am really freaking out and panic. I don't know what to do. So I ask his what happen to him. What he can tell me is robbery. So I ask him a lot of question but he can't tell me information so I think the most important thing to do is sent him to a hospital or clinic to treat his wound. So we( Ah Wah &amp; me) semd him to 24 hours clinic because he insist that he doesn't want to go to hospital for treatment. There he got two stitches on the chest and tetanus injection. They charge us RM130 for the whole treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;In the morning , 6.30am my mother came to visit my brother. Then she wanted my brother to go hospital to check whether he is okie or not. According to my brother story on early morning incident was like this. He said he was driving home at 2am in the morning. When he was driving in the highway, he felt very headache and thought of going for a nap. Might be because too tired, instead of taking a nap but actually he slept in the car. So the incident happen on him at 4am in the morning. He don't know what happen. When he woke up the driver's side window was broken and what he saw next was a knife placing near him and the robber ask for his wallet and handphone. Before the robber place the knife near him, he use his hand to block because he was really scared. And he did said that he will give them the money and handphone. Luckily at that time, there is passer by in Wira. He beam and honk on the robber. And that scares the robber away. And the passer by ask him to run from the spot. So in panic my brother just drive away from there. Not knowing where to go, he just speed in the highway. And he is not aware that he place his hand on the steering that time, the steering actually have a lot of small pieces of glass. So he actually cut himself while driving back. And he noticed that his nose was bleeding at that time and did not noticed that his chest was also bleeding, he thought that the nose bleed actually fall on to his chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;30 minutes later, he reach our apartment. So what cause the bleeding on him and why he is not awake when the window was broken down he also don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When we are back from the clinic, Ah Wah and me, we went to cover his car window. And on the passenger seat mat, there lies a construction brick. And I suspect that the robber actually when he throw the brick to break the glass that time. The brick actually hit my brother on the face that cause the nose bruise and at the same time, the nose bleed. And after that, my brother was unconcious. The robber was panicked and wanted money from my brother but can't wake my brother up. So they use their knife to stab on my brother chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I really thank GOD that he is okie right now. And all they want was just money after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Because we are not sure what actually happen to him during the robbery. So I brought him to the hospital on 28th July 2007 for a medical check-up. Luckily everything is okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And for the medical expenses that we spent, we can claim back from the insurance that he bought. Thank GOD for what you have done. And thanks for watching us from above all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6188537478627913668?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6188537478627913668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6188537478627913668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6188537478627913668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6188537478627913668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-god.html' title='Thank GOD!!!!'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4917515206500826582</id><published>2007-07-27T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:13:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Since when I also don't know that actually I am interested to read books. Doesn't sounds like me.Huh? I thought I will be only playing PS, online game,watch movie and watch tv. But couldn't believe it that actually I finish reading three story books without picture in it somemore. But I must admit I really enjoy reading the three books in this 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The first books that I read was at last year in October, when my employer ask me to help in his International Property Tax seminar talk in Park Royal Hotel. I found it quite boring if I just sit there waiting people come to register themselves up so I decided to buy books to be read on that day. So I went to MPH bookstore and found this two books with the title of "One for My Baby by Tony Parsons" and "Like Water for Hot Chocolate by Laura Esquivel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/417EKHNPERL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/417EKHNPERL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For this two books, I only manage to finish the one with the title "Like Water for Hot Chocolate by Laura Esquivel". I like that book really much. Before I finish the other book, on 2nd of June 2007,I went to Book Festival held in Kuala Lumpur Conventional Centre (KLCC). I am so excited because there are so many books that I wanted to buy. So I bought two books again. Actually I wanted to buy 4 books but afraid that they might become abandon later so I might just buy two and see whether I really love reading story books. So the 2 books that I had bought was "My Kiasu Teenage Life in Singapore by Ee Lin See" and "A Total Waste of Make-up by Kim Gruenenfelder".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51P9GQ384EL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51P9GQ384EL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BEYB1YMQL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BEYB1YMQL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BEYB1YMQL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I am glad that on the 5th of June, I finish reading the "Kiasu Life In Singapore by Ee Lin See". I can't believe that actually I finish that book in three days. And the story based on a teenager get to study in Singapore and she wrote letter to her best friend in Kuala Lumpur and told her best friend about everything that happen when she is in Singapore. And I just finished the book "A Total Waste of Make-Up by Kim Gruenenfelder". And I quite like this books too. I even read the book while waiting the red light to turn to green when I was driving. ;P It was a story regarding a woman who is going to turn 30 years old but she still haven't found her true love althought her younger sister is going to get married. So she was really depressed on the day she turned 30 years old. And finally she found a guy that would return her love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I think now is the time for me to read the book that I have abandoned since last year of October. I will start reading as soon as possible. I just hope that I can get more interesting books to read in the future. Now my target is to read the "One for My Baby by Tony Parson".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-4917515206500826582?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4917515206500826582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4917515206500826582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4917515206500826582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4917515206500826582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/addicted-to-books.html' title='Addicted to Books'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2907128247819883342</id><published>2007-07-24T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:45:24.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Mother In Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;In my office, there was 4 girls(Including myself) and 1 boy working. So out of 4 girls, three of them having some problems to deal with the future mother in law which include me as well. Swt!!! I am not sure whether next time when I am old that time will I be like my future mother in law to be that stubborn to insist the son to stay with her after get married. It is not that I don't want to stay with her but it was just too many things to consider. Now even I have been staying with my family member since I was small but argument can't be avoided. I just don't want some argument with my future mother in law. If we do argue, Ah Wah will be the middle man that don't know what to do. Not only that. But if I want to explain will be a very long long blog. Anyway the main reason I post this blog is not to talk about myself but about my collegues. Their future mother in law will be harder to stay with compare to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At least at first when she does not like me that time are for a few months only then she treat me so nice. I know she has been treating me like her own daughther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My collegues, both of them have been dating the boyfriend for 8/9 years but still the boyfriend mother still can't accept them. What the!!! I mean for so many years they have been together, the mother should be able to see that they are for real and for so many years together suppose should get married already. Why still cannot accept them? Sometimes I hope that I can chat with them to understand what they really are thinking. Because if we did not think in their position, forever we will think that they shouldn't have done this and that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Any clue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-2907128247819883342?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2907128247819883342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2907128247819883342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2907128247819883342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2907128247819883342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/future-mother-in-law.html' title='Future Mother In Law'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2520473739935604368</id><published>2007-07-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:33:06.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After I moved out from my house,the time that I have a day is not enough at all. Because of my piano exam. Grrr... In August, I will be having my piano exam. Sob..So now I travel back and forth to my mother house just to practice piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Early in the morning at 7am I need to wake up then I will reach my house roughly around 7.45am to 8am. And I can only practice for half an hour then I have to go to work. Then after work, I will go straight to my mother house again to practice piano. I will practice piano until 7pm then I will go back to Sri Sentosa house to cook dinner. And after dinner have to wash the dishes. So everyday I will end up at 11pm without having my own free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Due to that, I have bought a piano worth RM4,000.00 from Cristofori in Subang Jaya. Its Kawai brand. I can't afford to buy expensive piano so I bought that piano since they are having sales. And I have tried the piano, I like that piano. At first I wanted to buy digital piano which cost me RM2,600 for Casio brand and it is the cheapest. And if compare with the traditional piano, it is only RM1,400 difference. So I might as well bought the traditional piano. Because I can't really express myself well with digital piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I hope that my new piano will arrive soon so I can practice at my own home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-2520473739935604368?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2520473739935604368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2520473739935604368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2520473739935604368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2520473739935604368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3978990355845872549</id><published>2007-07-23T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:10:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyre Puncture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;22nd July 2007, Sunday, my car front and rear tyre puncture at the same time. OMG!!! I am so unlucky. Don't know what is wrong with my car. Although my car is 2 years old already but I have send my car to tyre shop to repair the stupid tyre for roughly around 3 times at least. Why alwasy like that?? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So if two tyre puncture together how to change spare tyre? No point also. So Ah Wah help me to remove the two tyres from my car and he brought my car tyre to be repaired. And found out that my tyre this time puncture is not because got nail but actually is no air in the tyre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't tell me now you are thinking that maybe I forgot to go petrol station to pump in air into my tyre. I just pumped in air two days ago before my tyre puncture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The reason is because some idiot actually purposely let my tyre air out until flat totally. WOW!! This really scares me. Because on 20th July 2007, that day at night it was raining quite heavily when I want to leave my house to Ah Wah house. So my mother said she want to fetch me to the opposite road to where I park my car everyday. I park my car opposite my flat where there is this big vacant land(everyone park their car there) Then this security guard in brown uniform walked closely to my mother car with an umbrella but he did not said anything of do anything. He just stare at me and my mother. So I walked out of my mother car to my own car. And it really surprises me because that stupid indian security guard is still there standing staring at us. I am so scared. So we drove together out of the vacant land. Then he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So we do suspect that the tyre case was done by him but I have no evidence so can't do anything. Just hope that I really think too much. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-3978990355845872549?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3978990355845872549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3978990355845872549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3978990355845872549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3978990355845872549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/tyre-puncture.html' title='Tyre Puncture'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2884631571742114583</id><published>2007-07-12T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:09:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On my Birthday this year, Ah Wah bought me a birthday cake which I thought I won't be getting a cake this year. Thanks!!! ;) My mother and Ah Wah's mother gave me angpau. So nice to have receive ang pau on my birthday. I thought nobody will celebrate with me this year because so many things have happen. Thanks to my brother, Jimsoan, Vynna and my mother. And thanks to my dear friend &gt; Shui Fen, Yeok Kuan, Brian, Yoke Sane, Wai Kong and Chun How for remembering my birthday and wishes me. I am so happy that so many friends still remember my birthday. It was a wonderful birthday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-2884631571742114583?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2884631571742114583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2884631571742114583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2884631571742114583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2884631571742114583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-9138289198863771798</id><published>2007-07-12T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:58:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th July 2007 was my Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 6th July 2007, I moved out from my house. Everything I have to do on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Everyone are so surprised with what have happen. Even myself also can't accept this fact at first. Right until now when I think about it, I just wonder why time could just have pass so fast. The fact that I am staying outside of the house for already for 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So I might not be posting my blog that often anymore. Due to my new residential place no internet connection and I have no computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Life had been hard to me since I moved out from that house. I have to wash my own clothes, cook and even doing the house chores that normally I don't do at home. I have bath in cold water every morning before going to work because my new house does not have water heater. The journey to my office are even more far from my mother house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But after all that had happen, I do not regret. But I just feel sad and uneasy. I want to hug my mum to let her know I am sorry for not accompanying her until I get married. I always hope that I can give my mother all the time  that I have to accompany her before I get married. I am sorry for giving such a hard times to got through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although now everyday I have travel back often to practise piano, it was really tiring but I really wanted to pass my piano so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now my life although are hard to go through but I am much more happier and relax. But all I miss was my life together with my mother at home the most. I just want her to know that I LOVE HER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-9138289198863771798?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/9138289198863771798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=9138289198863771798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/9138289198863771798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/9138289198863771798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/6th-july-2007-was-my-independence-day.html' title='6th July 2007 was my Independence Day'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1643767803802080777</id><published>2007-07-04T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:38:19.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Without Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On the 27th June 2007, Wednesday, I took a day leave to go shopping together with Shui Fen. So early in the morning, Ah Wah fetch me to Puchong early in the morning. We ate breakfast together then only he drop me at Shui Fen house. Before we went for shopping, Harry(Shui Fen's dog) need to go for medical check up because both of the eyes have develop cataract. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And the check-up was damn long. When we reach Shui Fen house is already 12pm. Then now it is Shui Fen's turn to see doctor. Haha... After that we only went to One-Utama for our shopping. Then we go to buy our favourite thing... Guess what?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It was lingerie. Just dunno when and how, both of us just easily get attracted to lingerie especially La Senza brand. And on this special day, we have to spend money again. BAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At night, Shui Fen even treat me dinner at Puchong. We had Shabu Shabu. STEAMBOAT...My God my favourite leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks Shui Fen I really had a wonderful day spend together with you. Hope that next time we still can go out together. o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-1643767803802080777?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1643767803802080777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1643767803802080777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1643767803802080777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1643767803802080777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-without-stress.html' title='A Day Without Stress'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7919768889828027252</id><published>2007-06-22T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:50:37.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastric?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;21st June 2007, Thursday, after my lunch my upper left stomach began to pain until 6pm I was still having the same pain. I thought that it was a normal. But the pain last for more than 5 hours that is when I decide to consult a doctor. So my uncle said that my stomach pain most probably was cost by a gastric.. But if after taking the medicine still painful than it is not gastric and I need to take urine test where my uncle will test on my kidney.&lt;br /&gt;Oh No....Hope that nothing is wrong with me. Please!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-7919768889828027252?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7919768889828027252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7919768889828027252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7919768889828027252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7919768889828027252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/gastric.html' title='Gastric?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5375053984047906630</id><published>2007-06-19T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:14:00.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday I am very tired because on Sunday I did not sleep well. So I began feeling tired and restless. So at night, Ah Wah bring me to drink herbal tea called Wong Lo Kat(black in colour) in Petaling Jaya. I forgot that this herbal tea are bitter and not nice to drink. Because I am coughing and running nose for the whole day the 'ah pek' at that stall add a few chinese herbs in powder form into my cup of wong lo kat. No need to taste you also know that this will be hard...And not nice to drink by the smell of the drink. I have no choice but to drink the whole cup. I thought of taking the drink in one gulp but I can't. So for the second gulp it was so hard to me. After I finish the drink, the auntie ask us whether we want to top up but I refuse..The auntie insist want to add somemore because my glass of wong lo kat still have the powder sticking on the wall of the glass. I am like Oh No.... Help me please. But I have no choice but to drink that one as well. Then only I realise that the second time was sweet herbal tea. Haih...So nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So the drinks was the combination or bitter first then sweet at last. To me life is like this as well. First you need to work hard to earn money that is very bitter but after that when your salary is out you will have money to spend and that one are sweet. Bitter first after that will be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-5375053984047906630?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5375053984047906630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5375053984047906630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5375053984047906630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5375053984047906630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-983260271152989550</id><published>2007-06-18T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:05:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Him The Most(Enemy of the year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah Wah friend(I will call him ego man)...There is a reason why I call him with that name. I hate him since a few months back but now I even treat him as an enemy. I might be very bad but he deserve it. This ego man he said to Ah Wah:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i)Both of you also doesn't match each other larh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ii) Your girlfriend is taller than you. Doesn't look nice at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iii) She can speak English but you can't speak much in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iv) She will talk louder than you will.. She rule your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;v) You live under her protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But all the above comments by him are not a problem to both of us until he adds this in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;vi) Your girlfriend when chat with friends that time are more happy than chatting with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And that means I am not happy when together with Ah Wah...Mother..What is he talking does he know or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He rule over his wife life like ancient man but doesn't mean I treat Ah Wah bad. He are being rude to his wife which to me is an irrespect to the wife. When he comes out with us, he told girls that the wife is his sister instead of wife. He think he is very masculine and very gaya but to me he is like a pile of shit that known nothing. There is even one time where he wanted to go to bank to take this letter to indicate that he already pay all the installment for the car. So he did not know what to call the letter then Ah Wah help him to ask me. I really have no idea on what to call the letter. So I tell him to let the bank know to get the letter of settlement. Then he said,"Hah, you also not sure meh...How high is your education level wor??" Then I answer him straight away without thinking,"Definitely higher than you lorh." Then he still want to continue,"That is why lorh....Higher education than me but dunno anything." WTF!!!!I really hate him. Then I ask my mother then only I know the letter is called the release letter. Oooppss... So easy only but I just don't know.But it is not my fault what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And he always like to compare me with his wife.It goes like that :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i) You also not as fair as my wife hor..?( Then why does ppl wants to tan their body?Not everyone thinks fair is nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ii) Last time my wife the waist is like 24...What about you?(That one is last time mar...not all slim ppl are nice to look at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I wanted to let him know that his wife can't help him when he needs someone to tell him how to call the release letter. If he thinks his wife are better than everyone else. Damn Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He even wanted to introduce a girl to Ah Wah. Mother what in the world is wrong with him. I really Hate Hate him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sorry for being complaining in the blog. But just can't help it but to post how I have been feeling all the while. Gomen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-983260271152989550?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/983260271152989550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=983260271152989550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/983260271152989550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/983260271152989550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/hate-him-mostenemy-of-year.html' title='Hate Him The Most(Enemy of the year)'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6288127831131633154</id><published>2007-06-18T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:52:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;17th June 2007 was this year Father's Day. Have most of you wish your dad, bring him to dinner/lunch or even buy him a present???But what have I buy for my father? I did not buy anything for him or treat him lunch/dinner.. What I did was I just sent him a message to wish him. I do not know what to buy for him.Because seems like the the things that he wanted, I won't be able to buy for him. Last year I thought as long as we have a heart no matter what we buy he will still love it. But seems like no appreaciation at all. And moreover this month I am really poor. No money man. Anyway in the morning I went for my piano lesson. After that, I went to National Library with Ah Wah and my mother. I wanted to borrow books to read so I can improve my vocabulary. But not long after we reach there, my father calls and said that all of us need to go to Times Square for bowling. So we did not borrow any books from the library then we drove home. Although I am not interested in bowling but I still follow there. Haih... I spent money again!!! ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I hope I really can save more money. Next week I am going to the National Library again to borrow more and more books. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6288127831131633154?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6288127831131633154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6288127831131633154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6288127831131633154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6288127831131633154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2166313412849213873</id><published>2007-06-15T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:17:19.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unaware sleep or unconcious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On the 11th June 2007, Monday, I went for yoga class at 6.30pm after my work at Taman Desa branch. I went for Hot Yoga class where we train balancing yoga  at 40 degree Celcius which is very hot like sauna. But if compare Taman Desa and Bandar Puteri Puchong, I would rather go to Puchong branch because the staff there are much more friendly and the hot yoga class there are much more hotter than the one Taman Desa have. Anyway back to my story...So the Hot Yoga class will be taking one hour. When the last 5 minutes of the class, the teacher will ask all the practitioners to lie down on the yoga mat and breath deeply while the eyes are close. I don't know when and how I somehow heard the instructor, she was like talking something in a blur mode and then I feel someone squeeze my wrist softly. Then guess what, the yoga instructor was holding my hand while squeeze gently and I saw that everyone was starting rolling on their back to release the stress at the backbone. And I was still lying there doing nothing. So me myself also not sure whether I am sleeping or what but I did heard she talking all the time but I was thinking about other things in my head. So I am a bit embarrassed to found out that I was like sleeping. But luckily when they roll on their back that time they still close their eyes. ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I think I was too tired when working that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And after work I went home and saw my brother registering to play Ragnarok Online Free For Life.  Last time there is one server where we have to pay RM30++  for one month if we want to play. So we quitted that game. And now they introduce one server where it is free of charge for life somemore. So we register to play. Unfortunately, we do not have the CD to install the game into our computer. But my sister already install it during the weekends so her computer can play that game only. My brother decided to go Cyber Cafe to buy the CD but can't find. So no choice we had to borrow the CD from my uncle because my sister computer also use my uncle CD to install. So we went to our uncle house in Puchong to borrow the disc. And yeah when we went back we really can play already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now I am playing Ragnarok Online Free For Life. And it is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-2166313412849213873?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2166313412849213873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2166313412849213873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2166313412849213873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2166313412849213873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/unaware-sleep-or-unconcious.html' title='Unaware sleep or unconcious?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1105800932338108859</id><published>2007-06-15T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:04:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or Bad Thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I just can't believe it. Today's Malay Mail newspaper front cover written a 19 years old boy actually steal 90 cents from the neighbour car and get caught.What!!!! For only 90 cents this young boy was sentenced 13 months in the Henry Gurney School situated in Malacca. What school is that??(is it Pusat Pemulihan Akhlak?) Not sure.But the newspaper writen there seems like a jail or something bad. But anyway, what can he buy with the 90 cents nowadays. Its not worth it. And the neighbour also very bad to logged police report for only 90 cents.He can't just forgive him because he did not lost much things only a 90 cents.Because for just 90 cents, the young boy would have a bad records that would lead him to a bad experience when he came out to work.Everytime I read newspaper most of the time I read the front cover only...Hehehe.. Actually got one bad thing and one good thing about it. That is....the bad thing was that I won't know about all the things that happen around us but the good thing was that I get to read newspaper although I only read the front cover which last time I don't read at all.Good or bad???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-1105800932338108859?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1105800932338108859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1105800932338108859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1105800932338108859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1105800932338108859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-or-bad-thing.html' title='Good or Bad Thing?'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1563294399213109559</id><published>2007-06-14T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:59:38.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;7th June 2007, Thursday, I went to Parkson at Mega Mendung(OUG). There is a Maxis centre there. Because on the 6th June 2007, there is this girl from Maxis came to introduce a new plan. It was the family plus plan. The privilleges of the family plus plan include:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;a) Free 20 hours voice calls/month (when principal calls to supplementary line &amp; vice versa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;b) Free 2000 sms/month (when principal sms to supplementary line &amp;amp; vice versa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;c) Free unlimited video calls[that is 3G](when principal calls to supplementary line &amp; vice versa)d) Rebate worth RM50 ( phone bills will be deducted RM10 for 5 months) when you open a new line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;e) Supplementary line will have same rate as principal line that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i) RM0.15 Maxis to Maxis(phone calls) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ii)RM0.20 Maxis to other operators(phone calls) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iii) RM0.05 Maxis to Maxis (per sms) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iv) RM0.15 Maxis to other operators (per sms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Since my father are complaining that for this 2 months, my phone bill was about RM100++..Then might as well I apply my own line so he doesn't need to complain about me using too much on the phone bill. And somemore last time the phone bill was so expensive is because I call Wah almost everyday. So that is why the phone bill a bit high. But now is different, I can call him for FOC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So three of us(me, my brother and Wah) went to the Maxis Centre to apply for a new line. Actually I want to maintain my old number but the both of the principal line member old and new have to go KLCC maxis centre to sign on a "Transfer ownership form". OMG!!! If I want to maintain my old number that means Ah Wah and my father have to sign on a form.Which my father won't have that time for me. So since Maxis offer rebate RM50 for opening a new line then might as well I just apply a new line instead of keeping the old number. When we reach there actually I want to apply under Ah Wah name but later on my brother found out that a principal line can sub 6 supplementary line and all of the 7 of them including the principal line when they call each other are FOC. So he said why don't both of us( me &amp;amp; Ah Wah) just sub under his name.Then okie lorh. He said so that three of us when call that time is free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have taken the number 012-xxx1006 and the behind four number actually means the date both of us together. Actually both of us wanted the same behind four number but unfortunately only left one number. So no choice but Ah Wah had to take 012-xxx2006 almost similar to mine. Hehe. My brother said both of us very gatal. So now we have been chatting on the phone almost everyday. I love this plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-1563294399213109559?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1563294399213109559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1563294399213109559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1563294399213109559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1563294399213109559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-number.html' title='New Number'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5630115709295942287</id><published>2007-05-26T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:02:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yesterday when I woke up, I feel so tired and restless. So I decided to call Esther, boss daugther(currently is incharge of my company) to take sick leave. After I had call her, I go into my brother computer to update my blog. Since my blog was untouch for a month already. Paiseh.... :P&lt;br /&gt;I update my blog until around 10am, then I think it is quite late already. So I gotta get moving to Subang to look for my uncle clinic. Since it is in Subang then I can find Shui Fen to accompany me maybe. And "Yeah" she was available. I go and fetch her then we go together to my uncle's clinic. After that we went to Carrefour to eat KFC.We bought magazine as well. I bought Women's Weekly that I started to buy since March 2007. So yesterday I bought the June edition. But after our lunch, in Carrefour nothing much to see. So we walk across the street to Subang Parade. We went to MPH to look for books. I saw these two books that looks okie for my standard. So next time my target will be:-&lt;br /&gt;i) Bound&lt;br /&gt;ii) Six months to live&lt;br /&gt;After that, I fetch her back to her home and I went home to continue my blog. When I went home, I was like, "Oh No." The computer already shut down. It means my house just now no electricity. Mother.I haven't save my blog where I already upload a lot a lot of photo. I have been wasting my time. But in the end I found out that the blog actually did auto save it as draft. And I already started with a new one again. I did a double work. And I think this is the punishment for abandoning my blog for so long time already.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have been bothering me lately........&lt;br /&gt;i) My piano practical Grade 7 exam is coming&lt;br /&gt;ii)Wanted to change job but this a good company.(no conflict)&lt;br /&gt;iii) Me and my sis relationship won't be be the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;iv) Money is going to flow out more &amp;amp; more&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can solve all these problem at the end of this year. Gambateh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thanks Shui Fen for accompanying me to see the doctor. I have a pleasant and nice day to chit chat with you. I will update my blog more often so I can keep you update all the time. Appreaciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-5630115709295942287?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5630115709295942287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5630115709295942287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5630115709295942287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5630115709295942287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick-leave.html' title='Sick Leave'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7158428675940828623</id><published>2007-05-25T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:41.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Langkawi (Historical Island)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Before we went to Pulau Langkawi, I did mention in my blog under the title "Gopeng Visit" that my camera is having battery low problem. Although I buy a new battery, but soon after we taken for maybe 15 pictures, the camera will indicate low batt. So we went to fix the camera. And actually that guy told us that my brother camera need to use rechargable battery only can last longer. Cannot use normal battery. So we bought the rechargable battery for RM 100(4 double'a' battery)So before we bring the camera to Langkawi, I must make sure that the camera is in order. We took photo to check whether it is alright. Here is the tested photo taken at my house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_YKRan1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/ztu5J2F1dVU/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068800696168128338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_YKRan1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/ztu5J2F1dVU/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th May 2007 (Day 1)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The day that we will depart to Pulau Langkawi in Kedah. We were very excited to reach there while on our way to Low Cost Carrier Terminal(LCCT). This was the first time for Wah to board a plane. And this was my second time to board a plane. :P&lt;br /&gt;Wah sister fetch us to the airport and his mother followed along to see us off. When we reach the airport, we dunno what to do there. And what I can see is a big sign board like those we can see in the movie with red letters indicating the flight number, flight departure time &amp; destination. So we look for our flight number and we found it. And besides the three item display on the board, there still got another one indicating A32. And what does that mean????&lt;br /&gt;Aha..... we found out when we walk nearer to the counter there. It was the check-in counter number. And my check-in counter number was A32. So we walk there with our luggage (each if us got one luggage). We have to go through the Kastam Luggage Scanning before we can reach our check-in counter. I put my bag there for them to scan. Although they seems like not checking. I pass Wah and my IC to the check-in man. Then he printed our boarding pass for us. Then I ask him what about my luggage. He just ask me to wait....Oh No!!!! In front of me, there were a lot of Indians from India. (DON'T TELL ME THEY ARE BOARDING THE SAME PLANE WITH ME!!!) And yes they are. Until the time they started to check-in our luggage, this herd of Indians is like 20 of them and each of them have one luggage at least. So we have to wait them to put in their luggage first before until our turn. OMG!!! And it was like 15 minutes to let them finished their luggage. And not only that, after they finished theirs, they just won't move away from the counter. I am wondering is it they are waiting to check-in themselves into the cargo....Mother......Come out mar... Anyway that day my mood are too good to lose my temper. Wahaha :) After we finished with our luggage then we are looking where are we suppose to go to... We have no choice but to follow the herds of Indians. And we went through the metal scanning. For that one I was ok but Wah have belt on him so it beeps. And the kastam people have search his body. He was like," Wow, here is a paradise for those that are gay or lesbian because they can molest people." So Bad. Then we sit at the waiting area where we can see the flight whether the flight are ready to be board or not. While we are waiting there, Wah are too excited that he took photo of the Airasia flight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_ZKRan3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/CtjzQSn91NM/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068800713347997554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_ZKRan3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/CtjzQSn91NM/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And according to my brother friend, Alan Airasia flight is a 'Hao Po Fei Kei'. Then came this three flight attendant(all women). They were all very pretty. Not like what I imagine. All the while I thought Airasia flight attendants are those like ugly and fat women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_YqRan2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ttswpKT3UpU/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068800704758062946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_YqRan2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ttswpKT3UpU/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When the flight is ready for us to board, we are ask to line up in two line. One line is for those senior citizen, disable and family with children below age of 12. And the other one is.... no need to say also know that line is for us. So we line up waiting for our turn to board the flight. They will give priority to the other line to board the flight first. While waiting, the airport crew came and collect our boarding pass ticket. After they had collected our ticket, then we will board our flight. We have to walk ourselves into plane without any bridge connected to the airplane and it was really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;different from the plane that I took to Hong Kong many many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_ZqRan4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/pQF5BdNvKlc/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068800721937932162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_ZqRan4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/pQF5BdNvKlc/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This was the first time I board a Airasia flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_aKRan5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/enzfHT2HB4c/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068800730527866770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf_aKRan5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/enzfHT2HB4c/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So no need to say, I am very nervous and excited. Jusr like him. In the plane, the food we need to pay, the souvenir if we want also need to pay. Cup noodle also need RM 7… Quite expensive but can’t help it because Airasia provide the cheapest air ticket ever. And this air ticket of mine are FOC. So what I am paying is only the tax. For RM 120.00 for two person. Quite cheap huh….. For a return flight ticket. So both of us actually pay RM 386.00 (for accommodation including everyday breakfast for 3D2N and the flight ticket) So we actually book it 6months advance from our trip day. We made the booking in December. It only take 1hour flight to reach Langkawi. Although they say 1 hour but found it very fast we reach the destination place. In front of us, there sit a family or four ( One mother, father and two daughter.) Their daughter was so small and adorable. And actually inside the airplane, we are suppose not bring any outside food in but the in front brought nugget from Mc Donald for both of the daughter. And the daughter was so noisy inside the plane. Might the air pressure that the children can’t take it. She keep on complaining that she can’t hear her mother and cry somemore. I am finally in Langkawi for the very first time. And this made me so excited to see actually what Langkawi looks like. Some told me that Langkawi was not fun at all. But my brother told me that it was really fun there and I should really try it out. And now I am finally here to look for myself and to judge whether is it really that fun there. We all standing at the aisle waiting for the door to open when the airplane already at the airport waiting the crew to put the staircase to the door. When we are waiting that time, the little girl sitting in front of me she looks so adorable and cute. So I smile to her and say hello. She even touch my jacket. Eeeee… So sad that I didn’t take photo with her. Because she was really very cute. Kawaiii…….Then when are in the airport, we waited for our luggage. Then just nearby there are Langkawi Tour Information Counter. Doesn’t look like a counter. There are at least 10-15 counter that they can take you for tour, hotel and the most important is car renting. So I went there to ask for the price while Wah is waiting for our luggage. And guess what………The car the counter that I ask for car rental is RM 120 for the whole time I spent in Langkawi until the day that I depart back to KL. Because what my brother told me was about RM 100 per night. So it was really cheap. We didn’t think much. When Wah grab our luggage we pay RM 120 for a Auto Wira.&lt;br /&gt;In the airport, we bought one bar of chocolate to be eaten in the hotel for RM9.90. After that, we take a ride in our rented car. But before we see anything, we need to check-in for our hotel first. It was already noon when we reach there. So in the car, I made a phone calls to my mother telling her that I already safely in Langkawi now heading to our hotel. We thought that we miss the road to our hotel but when reach a junction, I can see that our hotel name is that big written there.. ASEANIA. Wow!!!! It was like those haunted mansion. So we check-in, and we need to put RM 100 deposit. And we were taken to the most last hotel room in that haunted mansion. So sorry that I did not take the photo of the building of the whole hotel. The whole hotel was in pink colour. We put all our belongings in the hotel. Then drove the car to pasar malam in Langkawi. And we really found it. We bought food only. And it is a Malay pasar malam. So nothing much nice to buy. And I am still hungry. And I heard from my brother that Langkawi is a nice place to eat seafood because it was really cheap. We head to Kuah Town to go shopping first. So I browse the price for liquor. I promise to buy one for my father. We bought Carlsberg (6 for only RM 9.50) So cheap. OMG!!!!!! We put it in the hotel so we can treat it as plain water and drink. We search for the seafood shop that we are going to eat tonight. We drive along the road near my hotel to find some seafood restaurant. There got a lot of restaurant so don’t know which to choose. Haihyah….. Until the end both of us just park our car and eat there. So I decided to order 2 seafood dishes for both of us. Whenever we ate together, Wah let me decide what food to eat. So that day ordered Live Mantis Prawn (about a long ruler length…..which is very big prawn)(Lai liu ha)2 pieces, one for each and 1 crabie as big as palm. I thought this would be enough but Wah said that the lala is cheap why don’t we order one also. So we did order one plate of lala. But then he add again, don’t want some veggie mar? Then I ordered another kangkung fried with belacan. OMG!!!!Too many liao lorh, 4 dishes for 2 of us. The next table foreigners keep on look on both of us to see whether can we finish our food or not? Muahahaha… Luckily we did finished our food. And the live mantis prawn was really very very nice… Oishii. I love it . Next time sure will order it again….&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much both of us spend on the dinner…….?&lt;br /&gt;It was RM 123.00 for one dinner. Oh no….Sweat….. Next time have to budget or control when ordering that time. Sorry neh… I forgot to take photo of how big the prawn is… Amazing big. We shopped at the shops that is nearby where they sell batiks, crystals and all sorts of handi craft items.&lt;br /&gt;Then after we head back to our hotel to see which tour we wanted to follow the other day. We are going for snorkeling for the first time. A bit scared and excited. So we got 3 choices to choose. Finally we choose the company where we rented the car. We need to pay RM250 for 2 of us. Expensive mar? Not sure but the price range near are RM130 per person. Tomorrow we are going to wake up at 6am because the van is going to fetch us at 8.00am and our breakfast buffet is at 7.30am onwards. So we sleep at 11pm. Guess what the haunted mansion started to make noises. I can’t sleep in the midnight because the snoring of Wah was way too loud until I woke up from my sleep. And I can hear that the “Wuwuwuwuwu” sound came in from the window of the hotel. Because it was raining cats and dogs outside. And the wind was blowing so strong. I am a bit scared that time, I tried to wake him up to accompany me but to fail. I can’t make it because he sleep too soundly until he forgot I was sleeping beside him. What should I do??? Somebody please help. But luckily I am damn tired that I sleep back althought I am awake for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th May 2007 (Day 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;At 6.00am, I woke up and went to the toilet to brush my teeth. After I finish washing my face, I woke him up. When he completed everything, we went out to try and see whether we can find pasar pagi or not. Because he want to buy short pant. We are going to the beach and he is wearing long jeans man. We drive the car until quite far. Somewhere around 7.00am, we drove back to our hotel so we can have our breakfast. We reach our hotel about 7.30am, and all those Malays already started their breakfast. Oh No…. How come they eat so early de. Mmmmm. Then only I remember, if they puasa lagi awal(more early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1uqRanyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wMuE3-NOKOg/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068790087598907170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1uqRanyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wMuE3-NOKOg/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The breakfast buffet that are provided, although not very nice food. But still we are full. Because it was FOC. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1vKRanzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/vmhdhH9qfco/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068790096188841778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1vKRanzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/vmhdhH9qfco/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Might be because all the food that are served are cook by Malay chef where they cook western food. But still edible.After our breakfast, we waited in our hotel lobby so that they will pick us up to the jetty for our snorkeling session.Yahoo!!!As we waited there, we took picture of our hotel lobby. It looks grand but if you stay there you will know what I mean by haunted mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1uKRanxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_PEGhJewW78/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068790079008972562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1uKRanxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_PEGhJewW78/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1sKRanwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/yrae8_gSy5o/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068790044649234178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1sKRanwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/yrae8_gSy5o/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1vqRan0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/rSFhtE5QF34/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068790104778776386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf1vqRan0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/rSFhtE5QF34/s320/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At around 8.45am, we only saw the van that suppose to pick us up. We were drove to somewhere nearby and we have to move to a bus where there are more people. A lot of them are couples(quite young) and most of them are foreigners. But there are also groups of friends that went there for snorkeling. And you know groups of people most of them are noisy. And I quite hate it. But when I am one of them that time, I won't feel that I am too noisy and annoying. The bus drove us to the jetty and drop us there. At the counter there, we paid for our snorkeling fees that is RM250.00 for both us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After that, we were brought to the jetty where the boat is located. We went inside the boat. Inside, all the dive master will approach the tourist asking whether we wanted to dive in the sea. They charge RM100 per person. And they say, all you need to do is do a bit of kicking in the water and breath. Others the dive master will do it all. And one person will need one dive master to teach them.When the boat starting to depart to Pulau Payar we took a lot of photo because the scenery was so beautiful. Here they are:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0YaRansI/AAAAAAAAAco/pl1UEw0Xeio/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788605835189954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0YaRansI/AAAAAAAAAco/pl1UEw0Xeio/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0X6RanrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/3d6HVQVoNwI/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788597245255346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0X6RanrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/3d6HVQVoNwI/s320/P1010054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0ZqRanuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/M3j1pA_QFQo/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788627310026466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0ZqRanuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/M3j1pA_QFQo/s320/P1010057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0ZKRantI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lozkwE8rYlo/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788618720091858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0ZKRantI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lozkwE8rYlo/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxqKRanmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1mY6G5ygQwc/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068785612242984546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxqKRanmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1mY6G5ygQwc/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0Z6RanvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wZfo70B3LhY/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788631604993778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlf0Z6RanvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wZfo70B3LhY/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfxq6RanoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fzzm2ibosck/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068785625127886466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfxq6RanoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fzzm2ibosck/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxqqRannI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aGM_jLTKQKE/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068785620832919154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxqqRannI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aGM_jLTKQKE/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfxr6RanqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yluMEGwNzto/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068785642307755682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfxr6RanqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yluMEGwNzto/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxraRanpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VqkOxq9CSUc/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068785633717821074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfxraRanpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VqkOxq9CSUc/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwCqRaniI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0q4Fx6FpaeY/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068783834126523938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwCqRaniI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0q4Fx6FpaeY/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwCKRanhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dQw-lDzvxFc/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068783825536589330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwCKRanhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dQw-lDzvxFc/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There we are, at the Pulau Payar ( the place where we are going to snorkeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwDKRanjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/e1qrtLh3lOI/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068783842716458546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwDKRanjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/e1qrtLh3lOI/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I was taking all the snorkeling equipment already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwDqRankI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BU_gAzqHgzw/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068783851306393154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwDqRankI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BU_gAzqHgzw/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I was swimming with all the colourful fishes....So beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftvKRancI/AAAAAAAAAao/-yT2nCdyYRc/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068781300095819202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftvKRancI/AAAAAAAAAao/-yT2nCdyYRc/s320/P1010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwD6RanlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CGYgYN9nbvQ/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068783855601360466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlfwD6RanlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CGYgYN9nbvQ/s320/P1010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftwKRaneI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1kKfl1gt3fU/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068781317275688418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftwKRaneI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1kKfl1gt3fU/s320/P1010086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftvqRandI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gbpBoM0rQoo/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068781308685753810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftvqRandI/AAAAAAAAAaw/gbpBoM0rQoo/s320/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We had our lunch break. Our lunch menu:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i) bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ii) one piece of fried chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iii)apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;iv)one packet of biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;v)mineral water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;vi)one hard boil egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Which me and Wah finish the whole lunch box without leaving anything behind because too hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then after our lunch, they use our unfinish lunch to feed the shark in the sea where they call it feeding time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The shark came up to the shore nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlftw6RangI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UGSdZ7GolhE/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068781330160590338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlftw6RangI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UGSdZ7GolhE/s320/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is small sharks:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftwaRanfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rnN7LSsjzeE/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068781321570655730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlftwaRanfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rnN7LSsjzeE/s320/P1010091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This one is a big one:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr3KRanXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sm9t1dk2Kpk/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068779238511517042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr3KRanXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sm9t1dk2Kpk/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As you can see here, the coral in the sea was like this brown. No colourful coral but the place still so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr3qRanYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/biOvRzS2OKg/s1600-h/P1010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068779247101451650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr3qRanYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/biOvRzS2OKg/s320/P1010099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr4KRanZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JN-28IfZn2E/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068779255691386258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr4KRanZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JN-28IfZn2E/s320/P1010102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After our snorkeling session, we went back to hotel around 6pm. So both of us quickly take a bath and went out again. This time we went to Dataran Lang(next to the jetty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr4qRanaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IUlIvMHn_LM/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068779264281320866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr4qRanaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IUlIvMHn_LM/s320/P1010103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr5KRanbI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ehVV7AJgrQ/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068779272871255474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlfr5KRanbI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ehVV7AJgrQ/s320/P1010104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dataran Lang is the place where this big eagle statue are. We took the picture of the big eagle(Nice &amp;amp; Big)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBgqRanSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8-FR9gew-Ys/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068451197499383074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBgqRanSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8-FR9gew-Ys/s320/P1010112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBh6RanUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0xQUWRA0Fps/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068451218974219586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBh6RanUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0xQUWRA0Fps/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the beautiful scenery that you can see there if you really like sea and beaches. I love it so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBhKRanTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/W6IyU9dNpZ4/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068451206089317682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBhKRanTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/W6IyU9dNpZ4/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After this we went to the Taman Lagenda Langkawi(next to Dataran Lang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBi6RanWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SYW4Y7kbKXk/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068451236154088802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBi6RanWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SYW4Y7kbKXk/s320/P1010132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4gKRanNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/M8-Yl2Ytu2s/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068441293304798418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4gKRanNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/M8-Yl2Ytu2s/s320/P1010133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Outside of the Taman Lagenda, there is this man riding a small motorcycle. It was so cute.When Wah took picture of him, he nearly fall of from the mini motorcycle:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBiaRanVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ti62iLmz5Ko/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068451227564154194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlbBiaRanVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ti62iLmz5Ko/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We went to Kuah to eat and bought those duty free item because tomorrow is the day that we need to go back to KL.. How sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We bought 2 liquor and 2 carton of cigaratte. So cheap. But the liquor and cigaratte will be more light compare to the KL's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;10th May 2007(Day 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As usual, we ate our breakfast before we start our trip again. After our breakfast, we check-out from our hotel room. Then the first place we head to was crocodile farm where there are small, medium and big crocodiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This are big and black one:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4g6RanOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xe49x1PobrU/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068441306189700322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4g6RanOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xe49x1PobrU/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4iKRanQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nMfsYxnaYVY/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068441327664536834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4iKRanQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nMfsYxnaYVY/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4haRanPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dOCYAs6krTg/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068441314779634930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4haRanPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dOCYAs6krTg/s320/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here you can see the crocodile looks like very fierce but actually they only open the mouth waiting for prey to went into their mouth.They all are like statue only:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayMKRanII/AAAAAAAAAYI/KVH2zri2ZhY/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068434352637648002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayMKRanII/AAAAAAAAAYI/KVH2zri2ZhY/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4iqRanRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ge6-vFOeGf8/s1600-h/P1010137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068441336254471442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rla4iqRanRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ge6-vFOeGf8/s320/P1010137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayNKRanJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/h_45Tvzrd_4/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068434369817517202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayNKRanJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/h_45Tvzrd_4/s320/P1010141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayOKRanKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lF91HtSGobY/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068434386997386402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayOKRanKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lF91HtSGobY/s320/P1010142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayO6RanLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hd3MYIGmmWY/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068434399882288306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayO6RanLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hd3MYIGmmWY/s320/P1010143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then we headed to the Kompleks Kraf Langkawi. Here they got sell a lot of stuff including pewter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayPaRanMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qQ5_bRMuaTU/s1600-h/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068434408472222914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlayPaRanMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qQ5_bRMuaTU/s320/P1010144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarnqRanEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/F2vnL6mJcPI/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068427128502656066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarnqRanEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/F2vnL6mJcPI/s320/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So ugly this photo but I upload also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlarm6RanDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mn-qUH27BZg/s1600-h/P1010145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068427115617754162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlarm6RanDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mn-qUH27BZg/s320/P1010145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;he next destination are the most beautiful and hard to forget memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;That is the Oriental Village(the place where we are going to sit the cable car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarpqRanFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zjHIv8pTaAY/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068427162862394450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarpqRanFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zjHIv8pTaAY/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We are boarding the cable car to station one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarqqRanGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qGGbrbTBI8g/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068427180042263650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlarqqRanGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qGGbrbTBI8g/s320/P1010148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoU6Ram-I/AAAAAAAAATg/vH9QAWZaIpc/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423507845225442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoU6Ram-I/AAAAAAAAATg/vH9QAWZaIpc/s320/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlarr6RanHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/O-9xZw3_vqA/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068427201517100146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlarr6RanHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/O-9xZw3_vqA/s320/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoV6Ram_I/AAAAAAAAATo/wbp4zM841nQ/s1600-h/P1010153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423525025094642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoV6Ram_I/AAAAAAAAATo/wbp4zM841nQ/s320/P1010153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoWaRanAI/AAAAAAAAATw/_vIBTmID7tM/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423533615029250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoWaRanAI/AAAAAAAAATw/_vIBTmID7tM/s320/P1010154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoXaRanCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0huwX6CxDSY/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423550794898466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoXaRanCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0huwX6CxDSY/s320/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoXKRanBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZmhEHeOvPv4/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423546499931154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaoXKRanBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZmhEHeOvPv4/s320/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Reach station one(a place where a lot of tourist stop to take pictures then only they continue to station two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamGKRam6I/AAAAAAAAATA/2fDWYJNWaEo/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421055418899362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamGKRam6I/AAAAAAAAATA/2fDWYJNWaEo/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamH6Ram7I/AAAAAAAAATI/iwS45Vshs2Q/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421085483670450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamH6Ram7I/AAAAAAAAATI/iwS45Vshs2Q/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Muahahaha....now we countinue to go Station 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamFKRam5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/WU7QkdwaFLk/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421038239030162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamFKRam5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/WU7QkdwaFLk/s320/P1010160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamIaRam8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/FcbleUfHgjU/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421094073605058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamIaRam8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/FcbleUfHgjU/s320/P1010163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Reach Station 2(How beautiful the scenery are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakMaRam0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EvAAyXoXP0o/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068418963769826114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakMaRam0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EvAAyXoXP0o/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamI6Ram9I/AAAAAAAAATY/mxIXjQwEBko/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421102663539666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlamI6Ram9I/AAAAAAAAATY/mxIXjQwEBko/s320/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakN6Ram2I/AAAAAAAAASg/vEqBYzTGIvk/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068418989539629922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakN6Ram2I/AAAAAAAAASg/vEqBYzTGIvk/s320/P1010167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakNKRam1I/AAAAAAAAASY/ZjSV4cdBpW8/s1600-h/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068418976654728018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakNKRam1I/AAAAAAAAASY/ZjSV4cdBpW8/s320/P1010165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakO6Ram4I/AAAAAAAAASw/1GsOCsLA0z0/s1600-h/P1010170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068419006719499138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakO6Ram4I/AAAAAAAAASw/1GsOCsLA0z0/s320/P1010170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakOaRam3I/AAAAAAAAASo/Iu4Yu2i6_zY/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068418998129564530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlakOaRam3I/AAAAAAAAASo/Iu4Yu2i6_zY/s320/P1010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaiiaRamvI/AAAAAAAAARo/iJgOyAkqjgI/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417142703692530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaiiaRamvI/AAAAAAAAARo/iJgOyAkqjgI/s320/P1010171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaii6RamwI/AAAAAAAAARw/vIgmteOR5Uo/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417151293627138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaii6RamwI/AAAAAAAAARw/vIgmteOR5Uo/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaijaRamxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Q6XREqZKi3I/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417159883561746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaijaRamxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Q6XREqZKi3I/s320/P1010174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaij6RamyI/AAAAAAAAASA/F-wMrQ2eoCM/s1600-h/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417168473496354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaij6RamyI/AAAAAAAAASA/F-wMrQ2eoCM/s320/P1010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The Underwater World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahEKRamqI/AAAAAAAAARA/nWic3S88ef4/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068415523501021858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahEKRamqI/AAAAAAAAARA/nWic3S88ef4/s320/P1010178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahFKRamsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZPgSDaGSpe8/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068415540680891074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahFKRamsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZPgSDaGSpe8/s320/P1010181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahEqRamrI/AAAAAAAAARI/RbYod1Mb7WU/s1600-h/P1010180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068415532090956466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahEqRamrI/AAAAAAAAARI/RbYod1Mb7WU/s320/P1010180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaikqRamzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8qTo0ZHGH9E/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417181358398258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaikqRamzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8qTo0ZHGH9E/s320/P1010177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahGaRamuI/AAAAAAAAARg/Fc5HWpVaNZc/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068415562155727586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahGaRamuI/AAAAAAAAARg/Fc5HWpVaNZc/s320/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahFqRamtI/AAAAAAAAARY/JRliBQ-vZ_w/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068415549270825682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlahFqRamtI/AAAAAAAAARY/JRliBQ-vZ_w/s320/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafHqRammI/AAAAAAAAAQg/noQ_WbAbWV8/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068413384607308386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafHqRammI/AAAAAAAAAQg/noQ_WbAbWV8/s320/P1010187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafHKRamlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-pjDEobWHYw/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068413376017373778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafHKRamlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-pjDEobWHYw/s320/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafJaRamoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hz5jXQGwKPc/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068413414672079490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafJaRamoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hz5jXQGwKPc/s320/P1010189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafI6RamnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UsaNbk5LjCk/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068413406082144882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafI6RamnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UsaNbk5LjCk/s320/P1010188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafKqRampI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/M4nc9Uk6RuA/s1600-h/P1010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068413436146915986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlafKqRampI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/M4nc9Uk6RuA/s320/P1010190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rladw6RamiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PVoQn5MMm0U/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068411894253656610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rladw6RamiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PVoQn5MMm0U/s320/P1010193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladvqRamgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ywDLtYZctAI/s1600-h/P1010191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068411872778820098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladvqRamgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ywDLtYZctAI/s320/P1010191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladwKRamhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tMGbDy_j05s/s1600-h/P1010192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068411881368754706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladwKRamhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tMGbDy_j05s/s320/P1010192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladxKRamjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oC53z1jRIUw/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068411898548623922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RladxKRamjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oC53z1jRIUw/s320/P1010194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rladx6RamkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oAGyBq0uQuQ/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068411911433525826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rladx6RamkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oAGyBq0uQuQ/s320/P1010195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa86RamcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MC2hygRSQ18/s1600-h/P1010197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068408801877203394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa86RamcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MC2hygRSQ18/s320/P1010197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa7qRambI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eR9i0E7bcyY/s1600-h/P1010196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068408780402366898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa7qRambI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eR9i0E7bcyY/s320/P1010196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is the Langkawi legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Guess what:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Finally I had visited the famous beautiful innocent woman in Langkawi(Mahsuri binti Pandak Mayah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa-KRameI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EXymrN96H6w/s1600-h/P1010199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068408823352039906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa-KRameI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EXymrN96H6w/s320/P1010199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa9qRamdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iwPc-7XRoaw/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068408814762105298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa9qRamdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iwPc-7XRoaw/s320/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZfqRamWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W4jslWLduEg/s1600-h/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407199854401890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZfqRamWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W4jslWLduEg/s320/P1010201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa_KRamfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tHkHVvtMigo/s1600-h/P1010200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068408840531909106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rlaa_KRamfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tHkHVvtMigo/s320/P1010200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At last, at the Langkawi International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZgKRamXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GY0gI_nHOhg/s1600-h/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407208444336498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZgKRamXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GY0gI_nHOhg/s320/P1010203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZgaRamYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_2soKy2H2rQ/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407212739303810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZgaRamYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_2soKy2H2rQ/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZhKRamZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fKKH3CZwC1c/s1600-h/P1010206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407225624205714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZhKRamZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fKKH3CZwC1c/s320/P1010206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZhqRamaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eZjgD16b1jI/s1600-h/P1010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068407234214140322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlaZhqRamaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eZjgD16b1jI/s320/P1010208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-7158428675940828623?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7158428675940828623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7158428675940828623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7672992022629968711</id><published>2007-05-25T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:42.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gopeng Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2mKRalYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnhvrUtCXik/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068298459872400770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2mKRalYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnhvrUtCXik/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.....7th April 2007,I visit Gopeng,Wah's hometown for the forth time. Although already pass for quite sometime.This time I visit his hometown not because of visiting the elderly or there is any occasion. But this time I follow his back to his hometown just to help deliver his boss car back to the hometown so that the boss father can use the car. On the way back, we actually bought some food to be eaten. We take away A&amp;amp;W to be eaten during the journey there and also our lunch. I order 1 set of burger and 1 set of fried chicken(2pcs). But in the end I ate one and half set because he got ulser in the mouth. Sob :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0mqRalVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qD7eDuAIJKo/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068296269439079762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0mqRalVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qD7eDuAIJKo/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0l6RalUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pesl4lcylHs/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068296256554177858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0l6RalUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pesl4lcylHs/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so full that I could hardly move in the car.We reach there around 2pm. Before we hand over the car, we actually take a ride to the temple-Sam Poh Tong to take pictures as a memory. Here is the pictures that I have taken:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2n6RalaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KDr9B-cv-_0/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068298489937171874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2n6RalaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KDr9B-cv-_0/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2nKRalZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QNU2hW7PwJo/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068298477052269970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2nKRalZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QNU2hW7PwJo/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad with the amount of pictures that I have taken because it was too little.Because my camera battery cannot operate very well. We bought 4 new double 'A' battery but it only last for about 15 pictures then it indicate "low batt". How sad...Then I was worried that would affect my Langkawi trip because I was going to use the same camera to take pictures in Langkawi.After we have take a look around we drove to the bus station to buy 2 tickets to go back to KL which cost us RM17.50 per person.Both of us take bus to KL. This is the first time for both of us to take outstation bus. Hehe... Quite comfortable inside the bus.Although it seems like nothing special but still a happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0j6RalSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w0KEt4cbtVY/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068296222194439458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0j6RalSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w0KEt4cbtVY/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0lKRalTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ox1Llhf5ymk/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068296243669275954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0lKRalTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ox1Llhf5ymk/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0nqRalWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WTX14y8wa8I/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068296286618948962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY0nqRalWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WTX14y8wa8I/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2lKRalXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v2-WvQc75Ec/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068298442692531570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2lKRalXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v2-WvQc75Ec/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2mKRalYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnhvrUtCXik/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&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/1954655939055931042-7672992022629968711?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7672992022629968711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7672992022629968711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7672992022629968711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7672992022629968711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/05/gopeng-visit.html' title='Gopeng Visit'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RlY2mKRalYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnhvrUtCXik/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4305470534216042615</id><published>2007-04-21T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:42.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddie Girl Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilv3P5QH1I/AAAAAAAAADw/vA8wPfwvwHQ/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055695051650244434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilv3P5QH1I/AAAAAAAAADw/vA8wPfwvwHQ/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My sister keep on asking me to buy that dog. But is it so expensive larh. Then I tell her if she want to buy ask my brother to use credit card to buy. So she can pay back by installment but according to one policy. It is that she need to find work. She have been sitting in the house without working. Then she promise my brother so my brother went to the pet shop on 29th March 2007, Thursday. But the chihuahua was not there anymore, sold out. But we notice this new dog was place in the cage and she was so cute. She was like a teddy bear. It was a mixture breed of Yorkshire Terrier with Shih Tzu. She got no certificate but she was really cute. Even my mother also love her so much and she cost only around RM 800++. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilv3P5QH2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mlc-_q1wD0c/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055695051650244450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilv3P5QH2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mlc-_q1wD0c/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There is a lot if things to buy when you have a dog at home. Now this dog so naughty, like to bite people. It is time to teach her to obey master...And I name her Teddie Girl.&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/1954655939055931042-4305470534216042615?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4305470534216042615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4305470534216042615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4305470534216042615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4305470534216042615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/teddie-girl-girl.html' title='Teddie Girl Girl'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilv3P5QH1I/AAAAAAAAADw/vA8wPfwvwHQ/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8761673978485058493</id><published>2007-04-21T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beehive!!!!!!!Ewwww..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After I am so happy observing my hammie due to newly bought, I went to my room to change my clothes. When I am changing my clothes that time, there is this fly (I thought) keep on flying here and there. So I shoo them away from getting near to me. Then when I look up, I noticed that above my room's air-cond there is this one pile black black thing. What is that? OMG!!!! I quickly shouted for Ah Wah. And he came in and told me that the black thing was a bee hive. Oh No..... How come got bee hive in my room? It was not there in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilsvv5QH0I/AAAAAAAAADo/gTYPakX5SDk/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055691624266342210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilsvv5QH0I/AAAAAAAAADo/gTYPakX5SDk/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ewwww... It is so geli larh. Then I am so scared. We quickly close the door. And ask my mother to take a look on that thing. My mother said that nearby my house got a big bee hive, so might be their house being destroyed by other people so they all move to my room. I called my father. He said don't kill the bee. But when my brother came back he put on a fire to burn all the bees. After that my room was so messy because all over the floor also bees, not only my floor, my clothes and books also have. But I am too tired to clear up the mess. I slept in the living room.Thanks to my mother and Ah Wah, they clear up a bit so it doesn't look that messy.Then after the incident my mother go and take a look on the nearby house bee hive. The whole tree was chopped down already. No wonder they came in my room. &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/1954655939055931042-8761673978485058493?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8761673978485058493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8761673978485058493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8761673978485058493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8761673978485058493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/beehiveewwww.html' title='Beehive!!!!!!!Ewwww..'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilsvv5QH0I/AAAAAAAAADo/gTYPakX5SDk/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3266987522422554164</id><published>2007-04-21T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey &amp; Minnie mousie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tuesday, 27th March 2007, I went to a pet shop opposite my piano school to have a look on the pet because my sister said she is lonely so she wanted to buy a pet to accompany her. There she saw a long hair breed chihuahua. She like it so much but it cost RM 1800++. So expensive. She ask me to share with her to buy that dog. So far I know that myself is not a dog lover so better don't buy dog in case I won't take care of the dog. Then I notice this cute little thing. Guess what.....It is the roborovski hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilqlf5QHzI/AAAAAAAAADg/ANjmRngin88/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055689249149427506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilqlf5QHzI/AAAAAAAAADg/ANjmRngin88/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new bought hamster. I bought one female and one male. Haha. They are so cute. But one bad thing is that they cannot be taken out and play because of all the hamster, this breed can run very fast and they are very small. They are only 4-5cm. But I search in the website, all hamster can be tame. My hamster now can be touch be me without afraid of me especially when I feed them that time. I think in no time I can take them out and put on my palms without worries anymore. My mickey and minnie mouse. Nice? Cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-3266987522422554164?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3266987522422554164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3266987522422554164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3266987522422554164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3266987522422554164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/mickey-minnie-mousie.html' title='Mickey &amp; Minnie mousie'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rilqlf5QHzI/AAAAAAAAADg/ANjmRngin88/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6891740245780688654</id><published>2007-04-18T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:27:54.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;16th April 2007, I went to have lunch with my boss, colleague, accountant and auditor. When we were having lunch that time , they came across this talk where they said now adays women is not good because they are not like last time where the women sit at home waiting for their husband to come home without even bother whether the husband is having an affair outside. They said now adays women once they confirm the husband is having an affair outside, they wil divorce the husband.And this is what they say,"Haiyah, they should have think of the children. Children that are brought up from a broken family are definitely different from the one that have a complete family. And they shouldn't check on the husband where he went and with whom because in a relationship there must have trust in it." But to me is like if you did not done anything wrong then why are you worried being check by the wife... And women now adays they are as capable as men, they work to earn money to give a better living to the family. Why should they sit at home, just waited for the husband to come home. No matter what, women should protect themselves so that men won't take advantage of that. Now we are in year 2007, should we make ourselves live our life like last time in my grandmother time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6891740245780688654?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6891740245780688654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6891740245780688654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6891740245780688654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6891740245780688654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/unfair.html' title='Unfair'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-3303929265780602363</id><published>2007-04-18T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:43.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye On Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 25th March 2007, Sunday, me, Ah Wah, my brother, Vynna, my mother, my aunt, my uncle, my cousin sister and my cousin brother. There were 9 of us. We went to Taman Tasik Titiwangsa to have a view on the Eye on Malaysia, the big ferris wheel. When we went there, we was like 'wow' so big and so tall but Ah Wah said "cheh, that small only. I thought that it is really really huge and big" But when he was sitting in the ferris wheel that time, he was so amazed with the view and the height of the ferris wheel. At first when we reach there that time, it was at 6.00pm. There was a lot people walking, jogging, running and playing all kinds of games there. Then when we saw the notice board, there will be a show at 9pm. So we was like reach there too early. What should we do? Its okie, we snap some photos and walk around. And have a far look on the ferris wheel. We was really bad luck because my brother camera was out of battery. Oh no!!! what should we do because we cannot take picture. Then I decided to find toilet. I can't find a proper toilet but I found a toilet bergerak. Heard before??? Haha.... Its like the toilet that we found in Bon Odori. Smelly :( And we all lined up to get unto that toilet because only one toilet in that thing because another toilet I think is being occupied by the poo poo that someone left there due to no water supply. Then suddenly there is this aunty came up and said,"Huh, only one toilet meh?" Then she just pura-pura want cut queue. Then my brother said so loud," Wah, cut queue arhhh..." That auntie then go to behind and queue.When I went into the toilet that time I was like in a place full of dung, can't breath.Then when my auntie reach here that time we bought ticket to take the ride. We pay RM100 for the whole gondola, so it is a private gondola. But unfortunately one gondola only can take 8 person(no matter children or adult,it is like per head) So my uncle was waiting down there while we take a ride on the ferris wheel.And while we were queuing, behind of us there was this girl her eyes was blindfold and was wearing a party hat. Her friends wants to give her a surprise on the gondola to celebrate birthday. So nice of them... Luckily we pay for the whole gondola because the space is not very big so if we share with other people is very hard for us to talk. Not long after the ride, the show started. There were laser shows and some water ride show with some firecrackers lit up while the presenting the show. That night was so wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RiVfLenHTsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Xl_yvM_N_GI/s1600-h/DSC00463.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054550807593569986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RiVfLenHTsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Xl_yvM_N_GI/s320/DSC00463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-3303929265780602363?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/3303929265780602363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=3303929265780602363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3303929265780602363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/3303929265780602363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/eye-on-malaysia.html' title='Eye On Malaysia'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RiVfLenHTsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Xl_yvM_N_GI/s72-c/DSC00463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8634701825257411685</id><published>2007-04-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Paiseh for posting this so late.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;No need to mention also know because I am too lazy to transfer the photo to the computer.Okie. Now I am done transfering so can post my bloggie already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hmmm..Although this Chinese New Year I did not get a lot of angpau and quite boring but on the Chinese New Year Eve, we manage to find something interesting to play. "We" include of me, Ah Wah, Vynna, my brother and his friend, William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Haha.. A bit sad at first but later on I console myself because finally my lipstick got usage already.Due to my lipstick being neglected for long time, it became a bit smelly and oily. So William suggest that we play cards and the loser will be drawn on the face. Want to know the result? Who have the most lipstick on the face?The winner is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTvUe2LDSI/AAAAAAAAADI/09qaL4eimFM/s1600-h/18022007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049924217345871138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTvUe2LDSI/AAAAAAAAADI/09qaL4eimFM/s320/18022007014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dang Dang Dang Dang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuP-2LDRI/AAAAAAAAADA/ldfRfUIFEkk/s1600-h/18022007013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049923040524832018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuP-2LDRI/AAAAAAAAADA/ldfRfUIFEkk/s320/18022007013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuPe2LDQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jbKYSQxG5Kk/s1600-h/18022007012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049923031934897410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuPe2LDQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jbKYSQxG5Kk/s320/18022007012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuOO2LDNI/AAAAAAAAACg/QRLsLGcoElI/s1600-h/18022007009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049923010460060882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuOO2LDNI/AAAAAAAAACg/QRLsLGcoElI/s320/18022007009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuPO2LDPI/AAAAAAAAACw/ieeNkxbkCL4/s1600-h/18022007011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049923027639930098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuPO2LDPI/AAAAAAAAACw/ieeNkxbkCL4/s320/18022007011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuOe2LDOI/AAAAAAAAACo/AQhgOyobLYc/s1600-h/18022007010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049923014755028194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTuOe2LDOI/AAAAAAAAACo/AQhgOyobLYc/s320/18022007010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And guess what.....we are playing something like this in midnight.And my brother somemore said that we will go to Steven Corner like this without washing our face..Hey!!!No way of course.&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/1954655939055931042-8634701825257411685?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8634701825257411685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8634701825257411685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8634701825257411685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8634701825257411685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/04/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Chinese New Year Eve'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RhTvUe2LDSI/AAAAAAAAADI/09qaL4eimFM/s72-c/18022007014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-5911635001510724772</id><published>2007-02-24T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:28:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;How is your Valentines Day? Is it a special day?&lt;br /&gt;Although for me is not anything special than other day but for both of us a new beginning. And he started to change to a brand new person. So we do aprreciate that we are still together after going through so many obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;On this special day we went to Secret Recipe, although it is not a expensive restaurant but I am very happy because my darling seldom eat western food. And he is quite a typical chinese man that likes only rice &amp;amp; noodle. :)&lt;br /&gt;We order quite a number of food that at the end of the dinner both of us too full until can't eat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We order a mushroom soup but don't why the waiter serve us pumpkin soup, one chocolate banana, one chocolate walnut, one lasagne ( my darling thought that this was a spaggetti ), one irish lamb stew (hmmmpphh..it was super delicious..You should try this one), one chocolate mashmallow and one caramel mocha.&lt;br /&gt;When we order the food that time we thought we could finish it but it is quite a tough task though.&lt;br /&gt;I am having a nice V-Day... Thanks to my dear darling.Hope he enjoy the day as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-5911635001510724772?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/5911635001510724772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=5911635001510724772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5911635001510724772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/5911635001510724772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1990370140837561539</id><published>2007-02-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:28:59.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What will you do when someone that is close and you care for ask you to give a second chance?Will you believe him/her?Or you will push him/her away?&lt;br /&gt;For me, I believe in human are born to be pure and they can be change provided that they, themselves want to change.So I have chose the road to believe this person because I can't be without his existance.&lt;br /&gt;I love him and will cherish him until our love fates ends.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to chose to leave or stay. I have chosen my own way.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me stay as long as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-1990370140837561539?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1990370140837561539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1990370140837561539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1990370140837561539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1990370140837561539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/02/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-2847284257228678396</id><published>2007-02-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:29:14.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boss, My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I finally finish watching my idol, Nagase Tomoya drama series.&lt;br /&gt;I like it so much. And this is the third drama that I watch.&lt;br /&gt;He is so handsome and so macho. Hopefully my future husband...not much but a little like him that handsome.Hehe...Anyway, I will put a bit synopsis about the drama that I watch because I think this drama is quite comedy and a bit touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakaki "Tornado" Makio (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nagase Tomoya" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nagase_Tomoya"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nagase Tomoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;), the tough 27-year-old wakagashira (young master) of the Kantou Sharp Fang family loves alcohol, fighting, women and pudding. However, he is a high school drop-out and by academic standards, pretty dumb. He is illiterate, extremely bad at math and cannot even fully write his name in kanji. His father (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ichimura Masachika" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Ichimura_Masachika"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ichimura Masachika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;), who is also the family's oyabun (boss), worries for the future of his son and his organization as he wishes for Makio to succeed him. He decides to force his son to return to high school to receive his diploma. He asks an old friend who happens to be the principal (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Iwaki Koichi" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Iwaki_Koichi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Iwaki Koichi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;) of a nearby school to admit Makio. If Makio doesn't graduate, the position of boss will be given to his younger brother Mikio (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kikawada Masaya" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kikawada_Masaya"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kikawada Masaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, he must pose as a 17-year-old during school hours and in the presence of any classmates or teachers outside of school. If his cover is blown, it would be the end of his high school career as well as his hopes to become boss. Things start out rough and tough as Makio's violent temper is tested. As the lessons and days go by he learns there is much more to school than just tests and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tanaka Koki" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tanaka_Koki"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tanaka Koki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; plays Makio's loyal shatei (younger brother), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kashii Yu" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kashii_Yu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kashii Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; his attractive teacher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tegoshi Yuya" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tegoshi_Yuya"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tegoshi Yuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aragaki Yui" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Aragaki_Yui"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aragaki Yui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Murakawa Eri" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Murakawa_Eri"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Murakawa Eri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; are his supportive classmates and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Osugi Ren" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Osugi_Ren"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Osugi Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; his wise senior lieutenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe see also know that the synopsis is not written by me..But really(hontoni) is a nice show..And I really like this drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-2847284257228678396?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/2847284257228678396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=2847284257228678396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2847284257228678396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/2847284257228678396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-boss-my-hero.html' title='My Boss, My Hero'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-1352444696612476308</id><published>2007-01-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance Valentines Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iYVah1HI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSC7ehlGkjg/s1600-h/Escada3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025843879373558898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iYVah1HI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSC7ehlGkjg/s320/Escada3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;That day when shopping at The Curve, I was sitting with my dear eating ice-cream then suddenly I saw one section that attracts me.&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken it must be the perfume fragrance that I am looking for.I have been searching for this perfume for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Then I just can't go straight home without checking whether it is the right perfume that I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iYlah1II/AAAAAAAAAB0/2SguOVCoaEI/s1600-h/Escada1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025843883668526210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iYlah1II/AAAAAAAAAB0/2SguOVCoaEI/s320/Escada1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After I ate finish my ice-cream, I go to the Escada corner to try it out..&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.... :) I have found it. Then my dear decided to buy both the men and women perfume that comes together..Mmmm I love it so much...Thx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iolah1JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/opDI_YHSPuI/s1600-h/Escada2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025844158546433170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iolah1JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/opDI_YHSPuI/s320/Escada2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although Valentine Day haven't reach yet but it is around the corner.This is what I found.&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/1954655939055931042-1352444696612476308?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/1352444696612476308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=1352444696612476308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1352444696612476308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/1352444696612476308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/advance-valentines-gift.html' title='Advance Valentines Gift'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9iYVah1HI/AAAAAAAAABs/aSC7ehlGkjg/s72-c/Escada3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7593578673100387951</id><published>2007-01-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:46.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9e3Fah1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/qugR-d3jHbs/s1600-h/Vynna+Spec.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025840009608025186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9e3Fah1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/qugR-d3jHbs/s400/Vynna+Spec.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On 28th January 2007, Sunday, my dear sis wants to make a new glasses....So I introduce her to A-Look to make a new pair of glasses, she decided to try the new brand.&lt;br /&gt;To me the price is quite reasonable becoz I make a new pair of glasses only cost me about RM200++....&lt;br /&gt;Then on that day i brought my sis &amp;amp; my bro as well to The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;When we reach there we couldn't find the shop so we try to look at the directory board...Wohooo!!!Finally, we found the darn shop...Then we went inside, my sis start browsing around...&lt;br /&gt;And we found two suitable glass frame that I think quite nice when my sis wear the glass..&lt;br /&gt;Then my sis found out from the celaka salesman that the new pair of glasses need RM418.00.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!So expensive....Then my sis started to complain to me that it cost too much for a pair of glasses..After a long chat then only the salesman started to explain why that expensive..It is becoz my sis glass will be very thick if using normal glass so need indexing and the glass that they use is imported one wor..Got birth cert somemore..Dun play play..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last time when I make my glasses at Sunway Pyramid that time the sales ppl explain to me about the glasses difference to me before I buy. The service in Sunway Pyramid is better compare to The Curve..Becoz The Curve salesman chose the glass quality for my sister somemore.Memang celaka.&lt;br /&gt;If using normal glass is only RM248.00!!!!Such a big different leh....Hmmppp..&lt;br /&gt;And not only my sister is buying but my brother is buying also...And my brother pair of glasses is half price due to the promotion that they are having.&lt;br /&gt;A bad experience to my sister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&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/1954655939055931042-7593578673100387951?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7593578673100387951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7593578673100387951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7593578673100387951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7593578673100387951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9e3Fah1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/qugR-d3jHbs/s72-c/Vynna+Spec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-6574971615402067140</id><published>2007-01-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:46.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbn-VVah1FI/AAAAAAAAABU/5CoMgvV-3Kk/s1600-h/A+Lot+Files.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024326501787620434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbn-VVah1FI/AAAAAAAAABU/5CoMgvV-3Kk/s400/A+Lot+Files.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Such&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a busy day today.........After on mc for one day on 25th January 2007....Backie to the real life.....On 26th, my working hours are like "Rush Hour"....My collegue was on leave so I have no choice but have to work all out by my own...I need to check the files to see whether any mistakes make in the report...then I need to type bills and letter for each files.....and after that waited for the files to be printed....need to bind all the reports....In 1 file might have 3 or 4 reports....Sobbing.......After binding done then have to put into separate envolope to be deliver to the bank and lawyers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Very very busy......Feel like wanna burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;See the file on my table.......Muahahahaha...I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;still able to take picture during the rushing hour...So messy and untidy my working table...just like my own room..always are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;messy and untidy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;volunteer to sweep my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;room and clean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;my room, anyone???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Luckily I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;already pass through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the busy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; relaxing time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-6574971615402067140?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/6574971615402067140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=6574971615402067140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6574971615402067140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/6574971615402067140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbn-VVah1FI/AAAAAAAAABU/5CoMgvV-3Kk/s72-c/A+Lot+Files.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-4953956045831244512</id><published>2007-01-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:46.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbiph1ah1CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/waQivVM8dtw/s1600-h/Genting+Highland+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023951783070913570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbiph1ah1CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/waQivVM8dtw/s400/Genting+Highland+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although now is already in January 2007 but I still wanted to post my christmas eve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;celebration....To all my dearest friend...they all know that my house will organise a party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;year during christmas eve but this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;year really is a different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;year....Thanks to my cousin brother that get married on that day...We need to attend the wedding dinner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;although feeling unwillingly.So no choice.....Feeling unhappy and do not have any feeling that christmas is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;coming so we decided to go Genting to count down to get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;some Christmas celebration feeling but too bad when we reach Genting is already Christmas....We reach there 1 'clock morning in Genting....So what can we do......Muahahaha we go Casino....But luck is not on my side,I lose money to uncle Lim....We took a lot of pictures up there..And the decoration there is really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;nice..Hehe....Now Chinese New Year is coming..Hope to get a lot of angpau before I need to give angpau to people&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks to all my friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;who wish me Merry Christmas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks for all your greetings,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and I am pleased to accept that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9kElah1KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WG4vysJJZNA/s1600-h/24th+December+2006_Genting+Highland+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025845739094398114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rb9kElah1KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WG4vysJJZNA/s320/24th+December+2006_Genting+Highland+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-4953956045831244512?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/4953956045831244512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=4953956045831244512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4953956045831244512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/4953956045831244512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-christmas-eve.html' title='My Christmas Eve'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/Rbiph1ah1CI/AAAAAAAAAAw/waQivVM8dtw/s72-c/Genting+Highland+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-8726273248043750206</id><published>2007-01-25T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara to Audition SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhsGlah1BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tf6-j402RuQ/s1600-h/2007_1_25_15.36.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023884244710183954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhsGlah1BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tf6-j402RuQ/s400/2007_1_25_15.36.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; I started to play audition for sometime.....Thanks to my beloved sister, Vynna that introduced to me this game....And make me neglect my character in Maple Story.....And now I want to say byebye to Audition SEA.. I will try to play my Maple Story character more often....I wanted to level up my character......This game won't have any satisfaction for a long term playing...Because your character won't get new skill or ability...The only thing that you get is a nice dress or outfit....And it depends on how you design your character...And those Singapore people don't know how they play...They can play really fast song and we cannot win them.....No point playing something that definitely will lose.....&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Audition SEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1954655939055931042-8726273248043750206?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/8726273248043750206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=8726273248043750206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8726273248043750206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/8726273248043750206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/sayonara-to-audition-sea.html' title='Sayonara to Audition SEA'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhsGlah1BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tf6-j402RuQ/s72-c/2007_1_25_15.36.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7465563467075525103</id><published>2007-01-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex-Collegues In Teletech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhMUVah1AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FRh_eWPTvvs/s1600-h/Suvari,+Tenex+&amp;+Me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023849296561296386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhMUVah1AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FRh_eWPTvvs/s400/Suvari,+Tenex+%26+Me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Both of these girls in my photo are my ex-collegues in Teletech....So happy to get in touch with them thru Friendster..And so surprised to see Suvari in my "view me"section...And that time still not sure whether she is the Suvari that I know...But when I saw in her friendster....her picture description got "mangkuk" words...I am definitely sure it is her and cannot be anyone else because she is the only one that I know used mangkuk, sudu, pinggan to scold people....She is my best friend in Teletech...And in the middle picture is Tenex...My trainer in Teletech...She is the most funniest trainer in Teletech...She is the only one that talk to us in Cantonese during the training period....And the above picture is taken during Krisflyer Night....She forced us to go...Sobbing....She took RM50 from my purse to force me to go...Haha....But anyway I do enjoy the night there.......Thanks to her that we enjoy the 14 days of training there....But when after nesting the real nightmare starts...where all the Singaporean and people from all over the world starts to call in to complain and scold people...Me and Suvari started to run away...Haha..Sorry for giving her trouble training us 14 days then we resigns not long after the training ends.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to keep in touch with them always........&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry Be Happy to Suvari &amp;amp; Tenex&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/1954655939055931042-7465563467075525103?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7465563467075525103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7465563467075525103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7465563467075525103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7465563467075525103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-ex-collegues-in-teletech.html' title='My Ex-Collegues In Teletech'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhMUVah1AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FRh_eWPTvvs/s72-c/Suvari,+Tenex+%26+Me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954655939055931042.post-7476106793396157242</id><published>2007-01-25T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhILFah0_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9wNXAcHYQTA/s1600-h/for+wah.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023844739600995314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhILFah0_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9wNXAcHYQTA/s400/for+wah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now is in the month of January.......And I just can't wait for the month of May 2007 to come...&lt;br /&gt;In the month of May 2007, I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; for vacation with my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although people say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; not much things to see there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But I still feel so excited....This is the first trip for me and my dear to go vacation all alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And we are going there by airplane.....My dear is the first time on air plane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I will be the first person to be with him...Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have a lot of memories together with him....And go everywhere with him....&lt;br /&gt;I do always dream to have a lot of memories and go everywhere with the one that I love the most...And now I have the chance and I am very happy..&lt;br /&gt;I wish to share every moments no matter happy or sad together with him for the rest of my life...Just hope that he feels the same like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cheerz&lt;/span&gt; to every dear friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;My wish to them is that they will have the chance to find the one that they love the most and spent the most happy moment with the one that they love and tell me...&lt;br /&gt;I will be very pleased to hear them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Shui&lt;/span&gt; Fen-my very dear best friend of mine....I wish you &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; will have a chance to be together to go somewhere for vacation and I am sure you won't mind to go a place that is boring with him...All that you want is just a chance...Rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yeok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kuan&lt;/span&gt;-to my this another best friend since form 2. I would like to wish her to be able to find someone that really love her and appreciate her to take her with him whenever and everywhere that he go.....&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/1954655939055931042-7476106793396157242?l=lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/feeds/7476106793396157242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1954655939055931042&amp;postID=7476106793396157242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7476106793396157242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1954655939055931042/posts/default/7476106793396157242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeishard-annasurecan.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-months-to-go.html' title='4 Months To Go'/><author><name>AnnaSureCan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01457044680545468430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/60/8790625/604412466l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKwKt2tWPjI/RbhILFah0_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9wNXAcHYQTA/s72-c/for+wah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
