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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDQXc6cSp7ImA9WhBbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118</id><updated>2013-05-17T19:01:10.919-07:00</updated><category term="Facts of life" /><category term="Quotes" /><category term="Wishes" /><category term="Tales From My Students" /><category term="Stages In Life" /><category term="My Awards" /><category term="My Award" /><category term="Strange tale" /><category term="Tell tale bout me" /><category term="Mummy tale" /><category term="What's cooking" /><category term="Humor tales" /><category term="Animal tale" /><category term="New Me" /><category term="Funny pet video" /><category term="Special tale" /><category term="Dating Tale" /><category term="Cute bird video" /><category term="Funny tale" /><category term="Plants tale" /><category term="True tale" /><category term="Spooky tale" /><category term="Places" /><category term="Ang Pau" /><category term="Tell tale" /><category term="Life after school" /><category term="Little Miracles" /><category term="Creativity Tale" /><category term="Cookies" /><category term="6S tale" /><title>Krazy Monkey Tale</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KrazyMonkeyTale" /><feedburner:info uri="krazymonkeytale" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFQHYzcSp7ImA9WhBbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-2731841851595719658</id><published>2013-05-13T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-13T19:21:51.889-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-13T19:21:51.889-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special tale" /><title>Money The Culprit </title><content type="html">After reading the book "The Host", I wonder if our world could have any chance to be like that, minus the aliens hosting. There will be no such thing as money. What ever you need, just pop in the nearest supermarket and take as much as you can carry. Getting a job means doing something you like, no need to work for money. No such thing as poverty, corruption or maybe even jealousy, no elections, stealing, frauds or lying. Everyone lives a happy life, have enough to eat, never to worry about supplies of food, fuel etc. Any injuries with just a spray of that special chemical, all wounds heal in seconds, no infection, diseases etc. Would life be happier that way? &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometime I wonder, during the cavemen stage, do they trade foods etc with others or each individual hunt for themselves only? Like what was written in the history books, mankind starts with the barter system before money was invented. I was thinking that what if that first few mankind that started growing their own food stuff, they start sharing their food instead of trading it for stuffs that they need, money will not be invented. We might even be living like the story in "The Host". We mankind sure are stingy and greedy, if not we wouldn't have thought of exchanging our goods for other stuffs that we need which leads to the invention of currency. If only our ancestor were willing to share, for example, if a man raises goats for milk and meat, willing to share his goat meats and milk to anyone who wanted some and he could also get what ever supply he needs from another man by just asking, we all might end up living in a better world, like in "The Host".&lt;br /&gt;
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Well we can't actually blame money alone that causes all the problems we are all facing in the world now. It also boils down to mankind. If only man stops being greedy, stingy, lying, crazy for status and wealth and fame to some, we definitely will be living in a better world, with or without money.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. Just something that got me thinking for a while. Happy parents days to all parents out there. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2731841851595719658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=2731841851595719658&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/2731841851595719658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/2731841851595719658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/UcPmFsNynYY/money-culprit.html" title="Money The Culprit " /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/05/money-culprit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEESX46fSp7ImA9WhBUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-8367312384032569395</id><published>2013-05-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T20:50:08.015-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-06T20:50:08.015-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale" /><title>Malaysia Election</title><content type="html">Oh my, almost the whole nation is unhappy about the results. Those days we could only rely on media but now almost everyone carries a hand phone that can capture pictures and videos. So, lots of unfairness had been recorded by the public and posted on facebook. Some of my friend had even turn racist. I wonder when all these will resolved. I want back those peaceful no worry days. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just hope for the best. Thanks for reading. Hope I get back my mood to blog more and blog hop more often soon. Anyway, by now, all those videos are on you-tube etc, even in CNN and most foreign news.  </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8367312384032569395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=8367312384032569395&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8367312384032569395?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8367312384032569395?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/y5eT6Xwr5SE/malaysia-election.html" title="Malaysia Election" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/05/malaysia-election.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MQnozfip7ImA9WhBUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-1345439007832444063</id><published>2013-04-30T17:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-30T17:08:03.486-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-30T17:08:03.486-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale" /><title>General Election</title><content type="html">Our general election falls on this Sunday. Hope everything goes well. Never like to talk or blog about politics but those reports I get from the papers, radio and the internet are quite worrying. Just hope who ever wins, on Monday onward, life goes on as normal and not so much of picketing, protesting etc. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it is just few days away. This is worst than waiting for my major exam results. Thanks for reading. Hope you have a great week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently I discovered this tiny plant, as I was mopping the floor. If not mistaken, the seed that is still attached to it belongs to a lemon or an orange. This is the least fertile place with no soil and the least to get sun light too. It is below my kitchen sink next to the kitchen door. Such a tiny hole and so happen a seed fell right into it and grew into a plant. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was a bit upset when I found this because several weeks prior to this, I bought two packets of Sunflower seeds. Told hubby that we never had sunflower before and wish to have a row of it. I saw some of the neighbors did that and it was lovely. I had never lay eyes on sunflower before, not sure why, but now kind of love to have some of it in the garden. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I open the packet of seeds, oh my, there's only nine seeds in it. So we planted some on the ground, in a row and some in a pot in the shade. Waited and waited only one tiny plant appear, the one in the pot. After it grew to about two inches high, hubby put the whole pot out under the sun. Due to the terrible weather these days, which is extremely hot during the day and heavy down pour on certain nights, the tiny plant wilt few days later. I must have lost my pair of green hands. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because of my impatience, I kept peeking at them everyday, and nothing seems to happen until that miserable seed turn into a tiny plant, gave me something to look forward to everyday and as if it was the only hope, and later watch it wilt. Quite bitter actually. To make matter worst, found this healthy tiny plant at a least expected place. Like rubbing salt to my wound. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway hubby bought another two packets of seed again but I still haven't bring myself to plant it yet. Wanted to get those big, already healthy adult sunflower but most places only have one pot, some even none. Guess I have to wait till some festivals like Chinese New Year or Christmas before the shops etc starts selling more variety of potted plants.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until then, guess I would just have to try planting with seeds again. Thanks for reading and happy gardening to you too.       </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5640027482205294230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=5640027482205294230&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/5640027482205294230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/5640027482205294230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/4l4EJDptVmU/grow-at-least-expected-place.html" title="Grow At A Least Expected Place" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhjqqUQ1DVc/UXTe3C9Dv5I/AAAAAAAAA-w/SyKCSMre60w/s72-c/grow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/04/grow-at-least-expected-place.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCSH04fCp7ImA9WhBVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-987863821337544583</id><published>2013-04-14T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-14T22:51:09.334-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-14T22:51:09.334-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale bout me" /><title>Felt Like A Teenager Again</title><content type="html">I visited my sister and her children last week. My niece and nephew showed me their painting, on canvas, it was beautiful. I didn't know they could paint like that, then later I was told it was a PIY (paint it yourself) kit that they bought. They showed me the kit and I fell in love with it instantly. Yesterday while shopping at the mall, I came across the same kit, I couldn't resist and bought a set. My younger son who had more of my gene then his dad, demanded for another set for himself. So, now a days we have a new hobby, painting, on canvas, like a professional, except that our canvas had lines and numbers on it. If we follow instructions carefully, the finished painting will look like the real one done by professionals. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I was painting this morning, I realize my life now in my mid forties are so carefree like when I was a teenager, except those days I didn't earn my own money or have a dog. Most of the time now a days, I get to eat what I crave, does the things I love doing like reading novels, painting (does cross-stitch those days), play with my dog, get to watch movies that I like and have ample time to do all of it, and it feels great. Looks like life in the forties isn't that bad after all. Really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;
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My two teenage sons are old enough to take care of themselves now. Guess it is time to revert back to my "when I was single" days, goes shopping with my sister till we drop, try out restaurant, see places etc. Like a pay back time because during my mid twenties to late thirties, I was busy making money, get a career, climb the corporate ladder, have kids, raise children etc so busy and hectic that I don't even have time to smell the flowers or know my neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am very fortunate and grateful that I made the right decision ten years ago, no regrets at all. Ten years ago I quit my job to be a stay home mom and at the same time became a tuition teacher to kids around my neighborhood for a fee, during my spare time. I am still teaching till today. Thanks to hubby too who supported me decision. It wasn't easy persuading him at first, to allow me to quit my job. After much persistence, he gave in and said ok to give it a try. Looks like everything did go according to my plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for reading. Hope life is treating you well. Whatever you are doing, please make time to please yourself, you deserve it.     &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/987863821337544583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=987863821337544583&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/987863821337544583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/987863821337544583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/cJ0SmBrODPY/felt-like-teenager-again.html" title="Felt Like A Teenager Again" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/04/felt-like-teenager-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FSX8-cSp7ImA9WhBXF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-737800009639229639</id><published>2013-03-31T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T22:40:18.159-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-31T22:40:18.159-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale bout me" /><title>An Unexpected Gift</title><content type="html">End of March and beginning of April are the few weeks where Chinese pay their respect to their deceased family members. As usual, my side of the family, I only have one sister. So every year, she and I will planned a date to pay our respect to our late father and both grandmothers of both side, which were all buried at the same place. They were all cremated and put in urns and place in units space (like pigeon holes to me) in a pagoda. We were both free last weekend, so we went last Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;
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As usual, hubby would send me and sons there. We all helped set up those offerings of food, fruits, drinks and a boxes of goodies, or should I say necessities that we need to burn in order to be send to them over the other side. As I and my sister were busy doing all these offerings, hubby went missing. By the time we were done, we went to our car and waited for him. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he reach the car, I asked where he had went, he said to the office and bought a twin unit inside the new pagoda, a new building just completed next to the existing pagoda. I was speechless. This is something I was never prepared for. Rarely talks about stuffs like these too. Asked if it was for his parents for future used, he smiled and look at me and said, "No, it is for us". Before the conversation could go on, I have to go with my sister to my mom's place in her car as hubby need to go some where else and later at night they had made dinner reservation somewhere far, a new restaurant that they wanted to try out. Hubby joined us at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;
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We reach home quite late that night and tired too after a whole day. All of us went to bed and I had almost forgotten about the special gift. Next morning, after breakfast, hubby took out the receipt and said "Looks like you will be stuck with me eternally, even after life, you will still have to stay next to me. Now where should I file these receipts?" Another speechless moment for me. A bit puzzled as I have some mix feelings inside me, one hand I was not that happy because I am only in my mid forties and he in his early fifties. On the other hand, those words he had just said, sounded quite sweet though. So in the end I just said "Thank you dear, I think you should filed it here" and passed a file to him. &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this was my most awkward moment ever in my life. Anyway, what was done was done, no point arguing or disagreeing. What ever will be will be. Hope that is not a birthday gift for me. My dear sister who went shopping for watches saw a perfect BFF watch and bought a pair, one for me and the other for herself. Both our birthdays falls on April. I have yet to get her a present. Hope hubby would surprise me with a real present. Not sure what got into him and I don't feel right to ask but he did mentioned that those units are selling like hot cakes, finishing fast and it is better to be buried near other relatives. Either some bug bit him or the salesmen there are damn good. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. How many of you had already purchased a place / home for your, ahem, future?  &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/737800009639229639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=737800009639229639&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/737800009639229639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/737800009639229639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/SFUzoBMhS8A/an-unexpected-gift.html" title="An Unexpected Gift" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/03/an-unexpected-gift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBSH0-fSp7ImA9WhBXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-6913880206754884578</id><published>2013-03-23T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-23T19:30:59.355-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-23T19:30:59.355-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale" /><title>I Got A Cook</title><content type="html">Next week school breaks for a week. My youngest son is always craving for all sorts of western food. Gotta blame that on Asian Food Channel and youtubes that shows so many irrisistable food. So he told me he got tired of eating my food and since it is school holidays, he said he will cook next week for a week. &lt;br /&gt;
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We went shopping just now for ingredients. He said he is going to cook seafood pasta, lasagna, bake brownies too etc. All in differents days of course. Ask if he knows what he is suppose to do, he showed me the youtube and said most of the ingredients we already have at home and if he follows step by step, nothing could go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am not too worry if the dish turns out tasty or not. I am more worried about my kitchen and the mess afterwards. Hubby sometimes have the urge to cook too after watching some cook show. Which he eventually did cook but really mess up my kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;
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So everytime when sons or hubby volunteer to cook, I am not sure to feel happy or scare. Lets hope everything went well next week. Anyway, when I was cooking and sometime sons volunteer to help and ask all sorts of questions about the dish, I jokingly told them that they should learn to cook because one day when their wife are too angry or busy to cook, at least they could cook for themselves and don't have to starve. Guess partly my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. Happy blogging and parenting to you.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6913880206754884578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=6913880206754884578&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6913880206754884578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6913880206754884578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/gDfvY6-LhRU/i-got-cook.html" title="I Got A Cook" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/03/i-got-cook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFRH85fip7ImA9WhBQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-2599918597404721451</id><published>2013-03-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-14T17:43:35.126-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-14T17:43:35.126-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stages In Life" /><title>Sign Of Aging</title><content type="html">Age is creeping up without me realizing. Sitting too long causes back ache. Looking at the p.c or t.v too long (which is not too long to me) eyes need a rest. That's why I hardly go to the cinemas now-a-days. The big screen that changes too fast and those extreme sound effects sometime makes me uncomfortable and a bit dizzy. Not too mention rides at theme parks. So movies are always at home now. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most afternoon after lunch I need a short nap cause I would be extremely drowsy that hour. Can't have marathon shopping like those days as I get tired faster than before. Hmm my body ain't as young as I thought it was. When did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to exercise everyday now, be it stretching exercise or some light weight lifting or yoga, if not, body aches and gets tire faster. Guess those aches are actually my body alarm clock reminding me to exercise. Kinda glad that I am not on a nine to five job now or I would be forcing myself to have my eyes open after lunch and the whole day in front of the p.c with loads of meetings to attend and juniors to teach.&lt;br /&gt;
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As my body start changing and watching my children all grown up and taller than me, I realize I am on the next phase in life. A new chapter. Makes me feel a bit like those single days, as I don't really have to attend to my teenage sons so much. Most of the time they would hang out with friends. So I pay more attention on my pet rabbit and dog. &lt;br /&gt;
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My facebook and camera used to be filled with my sons photos and stuffs about them. Now mostly about my pets. Like my mum always said, go through life gracefully embracing every phase in life. Hope by the time both sons start working and hubby retired, I and hubby could take up some volunteer work somewhere. Something that I always wanted to do but lack time and sometime transport to do it. Hopefully I get to fulfill this part of my dream before I become a grandma and have to take care of grandchildren and be stuck at home again. &lt;br /&gt;
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Life is really like a box of chocolate, never really know what to expect until the time comes and things happen. We can plan how we are going to live but sometime it is beyond our expectation. What ever will be will be. I am grateful that my annual health check still shows I am in good health despite the back ache and all. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and hope life treads you good. Take care of your health and embrace life every moment.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Look at my Muffin trying to figure out what to do with a cherry tomato. I actually posted a video but it turn into a photo instead. He was licking it, throw it in the air and let it drop and put it in his mouth and spit it out and playing with it like a marble. Oh so blogspot does not allow posting of video anymore?!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;
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Now a days I am busy teaching Muffin tricks. Even on facebook, most pictures and videos that I post lately are about Muffin. Can't blame me. My two sons are in their teens, even most of my nieces and nephews are in their late teens or early twenties. All busy with colleges and schools.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guess I have gone to the next phase in life. When sons were young, I love teaching them stuffs and watching their reaction and listen to all those funny stuffs that they say. Now words from them sounds so adult, nothing so amusing like when they were toddlers saying and pronouncing certain words for the first time. I also love watching them take solid food for the first time. Their face expression and body movement are so funny. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now with Muffin, those trills and amusing moments came back. Like having a toddler at home again. My advise to those folks whose children are getting out or are already out of the nest, go get a pet, preferably a dog. Like reliving those moments having young children at home. Provided you like children, if not a dog would be a burden to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and hope a pet can fill that void in you like it did to me. Happy blogging and parenting to your children and pets.  </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3601590854780593606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=3601590854780593606&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3601590854780593606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3601590854780593606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/eT297D655Js/muffins-first-cherry-tomato.html" title="Muffin's First Cherry Tomato" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xm99UEiEMsc/UTfaVBLFFGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/yaAkQU3GDfo/s72-c/tomato1.avi" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/03/muffins-first-cherry-tomato.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCQXk8fCp7ImA9WhBQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-3129931928593450599</id><published>2013-02-26T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-14T17:44:20.774-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-14T17:44:20.774-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mummy tale" /><title>Bitter Or Sweet</title><content type="html">Someone once told me that all toddlers and young children are adorable. Not all, I would say. I had seen parents who indirectly teach children to bully. I have seen small children snatch toys from others, push others around and their parents just stand there and grin like it is something they should be proud off. These are also the parents who complains that there are bullies at school and didn't realize they themselves are grooming their own children to be one soon. &lt;br /&gt;
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Bullies weren't born to bully. Someone, somehow, along the the way, indirectly encourage them to bully. A mom once told me that her only daughter were very bossy at school, since kindergarden. She told me this, in front of her girl, and with a proud smile and laugh every now and then as she gives me the details of how her cute little girl boss others around. Indirectly she already encourages her girl to continue doing that. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know this little girl since birth. I watch her mom slowly but surely transform the sweet little girl into a grumpy, bossy, and not to mentioned nasty little girl that not only other children dislike her, adults hate her too. Wonder why her mom can't see how horrible she turns out to be. If you take a look at her photo album, ninety per cent of the time she put up a grumpy face and hardly smile. She had that "I hate you" look in her eyes in almost all the photos. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have also witnessed some children who snap at their grandparents, say nasty things and not a word from their own parents to discourage that. In fact they gave their children the approval smile. Oh my. Can't believe that there are parents who find it amusing watching their own children treat their own parents in such a way.    &lt;br /&gt;
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Why can't these folks turn their adorable babies into a sweet little girl or boy that everyone adores. I would prefer my children, even my pets, to be likable by all. Thanks for reading and happy parenting to you.    </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3129931928593450599/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=3129931928593450599&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3129931928593450599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3129931928593450599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/5lr_cmx0oWo/bitter-or-sweet.html" title="Bitter Or Sweet" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/02/bitter-or-sweet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GR3Y6eCp7ImA9WhBSE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-1094081922245149828</id><published>2013-02-19T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-19T18:53:46.810-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-19T18:53:46.810-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special tale" /><title>Celebration coming to an end</title><content type="html">Oh boy, what a great week. Chinese New Year ends this Sunday, so soon. We celebrate for fifteen days. Anyway school starts this week so there won't be any visitors or visiting until this weekend. After that is the end of ang pau giving and receiving. Time pass really fast when you are enjoying yourself. Children enjoy the money received from the ang pau packets given by relatives and friends parents and adults enjoy the bonding time with relatives that we only get to see once a year. Most distant relatives were busy throughout the year,  either busy making money or the elderly busy taking care of their grandchildren. Chinese New Year is the only time we can get to visit each other. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
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Chinese New Year is just around the corner. I am busy baking and cleaning and decorating. Not to mentioned those packet of "Ang Pau"'s that need to be filled up with money. During Chinese New Year, we give "Ang Pau"'s instead of presents. A small red envelope with money inside. Have to take time to fold the paper currency and slip it inside those small red packets / envelopes one by one and the amount varies as we normally give more to relatives and less to those that we are not so close. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is the year of the Snake as per the Chinese Astronomy. I still have lots to do. Happy Chinese New Year to all and thanks for reading. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6703307603194937679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=6703307603194937679&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6703307603194937679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6703307603194937679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/uGrToWPZAng/happy-chinese-new-year.html" title="Happy Chinese New Year" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B541WFPF39I/UQnKWy25cZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/iszssO_v7SQ/s72-c/HCNY.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBQ3Y7cSp7ImA9WhNbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-2078727504243843284</id><published>2013-01-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-22T20:17:32.809-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-22T20:17:32.809-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal tale" /><title>My Puppy Had Grown So Much</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDWA5pArYyw/UP9fWjxBTfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2fgHCsHCbQ0/s1600/ken1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDWA5pArYyw/UP9fWjxBTfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2fgHCsHCbQ0/s320/ken1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Look at my Muffin, he had grown so huge but he still prefer to sleep in his old baby kennel every night. He used to be so small then that when I put him in and lock the door, he could still pop his head up the hole above. Now he still squeeze in every night to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
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We bought him a huge dog cage. We would lock him in when we have visitors. When there are no one visiting, I let him roam around and leave the cage door ajar. Now a days when I give him carrots, fruits or dog treats, he would eat in the new cage, as if it was his private room to enjoy his treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is not my dog alone, he is also my neighbors dog now. Neighbors children would call out to him and give him a pat on the head when ever they are outside waiting for their school bus etc. Their parents will feed him breads and all sort of treats.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know my dog is adorable but didn't know he is so irresistible to all young and old.   &lt;br /&gt;
Actually the whole stretch of houses near my house, I would say, almost half has a dog but neighbors love to play and feed my Muffin only. Not sure if it was Muffin's magnet of attraction or the owner, hahahah. Well at least he is famous and neighbors have no complain about us having him around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and hope you have an adorable pet like mine too.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2078727504243843284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=2078727504243843284&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/2078727504243843284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/2078727504243843284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/rrvRBg7GedE/my-puppy-had-grown-so-much.html" title="My Puppy Had Grown So Much" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDWA5pArYyw/UP9fWjxBTfI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2fgHCsHCbQ0/s72-c/ken1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-puppy-had-grown-so-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFQX48fyp7ImA9WhNbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-8447597461007178161</id><published>2013-01-16T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-16T17:33:30.077-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-16T17:33:30.077-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Plants tale" /><title>House Plant Appreciation Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFRmdgZiqcQ/UPdPGWQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/neXo01-CTLA/s1600/houseplant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFRmdgZiqcQ/UPdPGWQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/neXo01-CTLA/s320/houseplant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Living in the middle of town, we do need some house plant to beautify the home environment. I always envy those who live in an orchard or a farm or even those by the river or forest. Isn't it lovely to wake up every morning with so much green around. Unlike where I am staying, I am surrounded by houses, flats, condos and shop lots. So to me it is important to have plants at home. At least I am still living with a bit of nature.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a forest reserve which is about fifteen minutes drive away with a water fall too, but have to drive there and walk quite a distance to be able to see the water fall. Come to think of it, it had been years since my last visit there. I shall pay a visit these days and get some lovely photos of nature to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;
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As for now, happy gardening and appreciate you house plants. Thanks for reading too.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8447597461007178161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=8447597461007178161&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8447597461007178161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8447597461007178161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/FvKbrltbt6E/house-plant-appreciation-day.html" title="House Plant Appreciation Day" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFRmdgZiqcQ/UPdPGWQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/neXo01-CTLA/s72-c/houseplant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/01/house-plant-appreciation-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQH0-eip7ImA9WhNUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-8333907966071716859</id><published>2013-01-07T16:24:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T16:25:11.352-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-07T16:25:11.352-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special tale" /><title>Happy New Year!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cddkm11WMFM/UOtjjev3vbI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U4JzhncNEkw/s1600/goodbye-2012-welcome-2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cddkm11WMFM/UOtjjev3vbI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U4JzhncNEkw/s320/goodbye-2012-welcome-2013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New Year everyone! Is it a bit too late to wish? Well it is still January and only the second week. Hope you had a blast on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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2012 should be a memorable year for me. So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) It was suppose to be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
2) I had my first pet dog.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Both my sons major exams turn out with strings of A's.&lt;br /&gt;
4) It was my 20th wedding anniversary and we had some family photos taken at the studio     by professional photographer and we had a great time there too, posing and doing funny stuffs together.&lt;br /&gt;
5) My mum fully recovered from depression and start calling me weekly to chat.&lt;br /&gt;
6) Get to go on two separate vacations with both side of the family and lots of family time together. Does things together and had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;
7) Elder son learned to drive and had been driving for a year now and don't need me to send him to places anymore. He would even drive his younger brother to places and I just sit at home and relax. &lt;br /&gt;
8) Had another photo session at the studio with mum and sister's family. Had a great time there and the photos turn out great. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am grateful and thankful that all the above happened. I would say overall it was a great year and hope 2013 would be even greater. Hope you had a wonderful 2012 that brings back lots of lovely memories and a very great year in 2013. Thanks for reading.   </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8333907966071716859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=8333907966071716859&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8333907966071716859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/8333907966071716859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/zjCv86lBRT4/happy-new-year-everyone-is-it-bit-too.html" title="Happy New Year!" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cddkm11WMFM/UOtjjev3vbI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U4JzhncNEkw/s72-c/goodbye-2012-welcome-2013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2013/01/happy-new-year-everyone-is-it-bit-too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHRHg7fCp7ImA9WhNVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-1507152082712652251</id><published>2012-12-28T21:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-28T21:15:35.604-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-28T21:15:35.604-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places" /><title>A Trip To the Beach</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRf0x7yUReA/UN56EkV5PeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rClWOEcLrvw/s1600/bpd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRf0x7yUReA/UN56EkV5PeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rClWOEcLrvw/s320/bpd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Went on another vacation. This time to the beach with in-laws, nieces and nephews. Everyone enjoyed themselves and get to go fishing every morning. &lt;br /&gt;
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So this year, it is quite fair. Get to go on two separate vacations, once with mum, sister and her family and another with in-laws family. Well balance, in terms of valuable time together. &lt;br /&gt;
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We stayed in the bungalow at Port Dickson, that was provided by hubby's employee. They do have bungalows around Malaysia for staffs to stay for free. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh my, vacation over and school reopen next week. Busy, busy, busy. Chinese New Year in another months time. Busy again. &lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year to all readers and followers. Hope you had a great Christmas and a wonderful year ahead.  </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1507152082712652251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=1507152082712652251&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/1507152082712652251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/1507152082712652251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/FPSYPfricek/a-trip-to-beach.html" title="A Trip To the Beach" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRf0x7yUReA/UN56EkV5PeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rClWOEcLrvw/s72-c/bpd2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-trip-to-beach.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMQnozfip7ImA9WhNWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-3556432725068908502</id><published>2012-12-11T02:08:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-11T02:11:23.486-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-11T02:11:23.486-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True tale" /><title>Almost Got Robbed</title><content type="html">Hubby almost got robbed yesterday morning. He walks to the train station every morning to take the train to work. It is about 20 to 30 minutes from my house if you walk, depending how fast you walk. He had been doing this for quite a number of years. Sometime when it rains I will drive him there. I had always asked him to take the car but he said he prefer to walk and that he needed the exercise. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday he need to get to the office early so he went out at six a.m to catch the earliest train. The road was quite quiet and not many cars. He need to walk pass a stretch of road that has only tress and no houses, just a short distance. After that it would be houses and shops and a police station at the end of the road. &lt;br /&gt;
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Four guys in two motor bikes stopped at where he was. As at when two of the guys got off the bike, hubby knew something was not right. Before anyone said anything, he ran across the road to the opposite road and started running. As he was running, he could hear the bike following from behind. He continued to run and shouted "help! help!" and he could hear one of the guys said "we can still do it" in Bahasa Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;
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He ran straight to the police station and those guys left. He made a report and the policeman promise that they will go round the neighborhood in a while. A friend of ours was having his breakfast at the shop next to the police station and he offer to send hubby to the station. &lt;br /&gt;
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What an experience. He called me when he reached the station and told me to watch out in case those guys know where our house is. Looks like it is not that safe after all even though they did build a police station near my house. Can't blame those policemen, they can't be every where at all times. We ourselves have got to learn to protect ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am just grateful that hubby didn't get hurt. We wouldn't know if they were armed. Crime rate had increase around town. I am grateful too that I have Muffin, my dog, around. Makes me feel safer. At least he is more alert than me and would bark when strangers are around.   &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and hope crime rate in your town is not as bad as mine. Hope this is the first and the last. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3556432725068908502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=3556432725068908502&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3556432725068908502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/3556432725068908502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/KPSCel-q2Fs/almost-got-robbed.html" title="Almost Got Robbed" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/12/almost-got-robbed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFRn85fCp7ImA9WhNXF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-743098381052814570</id><published>2012-12-06T02:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-06T02:43:37.124-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-06T02:43:37.124-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal tale" /><title>Irrisistable Stare</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RkpVGfnNPs/UMBx7FMlz2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/VfpQPHwuEJo/s1600/doggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RkpVGfnNPs/UMBx7FMlz2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/VfpQPHwuEJo/s320/doggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Look at that face, those eyes, who would not give in to what he wants? I just love getting him treats and every time when I go out, can't resist not to give him a hug. He must find me quite annoying by now. Those folks without a dog, they don't know what they are missing. Well, then again, if they hate animals, they will totally disagree with me.     &lt;br /&gt;
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Actually I had a short video of him playing basket ball and football, the ball, I mean, not the game, hahahahah. Can't find the button to upload the video. Previously before blogspot change the format, I used to upload quite a number of videos of my pets. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, guess I just post it on facebook instead. I love taking pictures and videos of my children when they were young, now since I have pets, more pictures and videos of pets. It is quite challenging to take pictures of very young children and pets, they just couldn't stay still for long. Guess candid pictures do turn out to be great too, sometime. &lt;br /&gt;
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Among the Chinese, a younger person do not address an older person by name, unless when working in the office etc. When we see an older female not related to us we call her "che che" (sister) and if it is a male, "kor kor" (brother).&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember as I was growing up, young children use to call me "che che" right until I got married, look more matured, people start calling me "aunty". I was so not used to it. It obviously sounds older. &lt;br /&gt;
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In a couple of years my nephew's children are going to call me grand aunt which means the granny generation, oh my. Used to feel excited and happy when my boss told me that I was promoted to the next level but this type of promotion really freaks me out.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I would prefer if everyone would address each other by name instead, but of cause, our Chinese customary will vanished. Well, no matter what, life goes on. Like what my mum used to say, "Go through each stages of life, gracefully" I am trying, very hard too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. So, which level are you in, now? Happy blogging and happy holidays, as to most, year end normally are vacation time. Have fun and smile always.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7810863501890913506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=7810863501890913506&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/7810863501890913506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/7810863501890913506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/OrnpHR6vlXk/i-am-that-old-already.html" title="I am that old already?" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-am-that-old-already.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQn4-fyp7ImA9WhNQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-2363893134291977637</id><published>2012-11-19T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-19T16:26:23.057-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-19T16:26:23.057-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tell tale bout me" /><title>Ticklish Me</title><content type="html">When I was on vacation last week, my sister suggested that we try out the spa at the hotel. I just can't. Most people would find spa relaxing and can't wait to have one, but not me. Whenever a stranger touches any part of my body, I find that ticklish. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I was pregnant those days, and have to go for my monthly check-up, I find that ticklish too. The doctor would put some sort of cold gel on my tummy and move that small plastic, iron like, gadget on my tummy with those gel to check the condition of the baby. When he moved it too far to my sides, it was ticklish and I had to fake a cough or bite my tongue to stop myself from giggling. &lt;br /&gt;
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On my annual pap-smear test, the doctor would check my breast and armpit, that is very very ticklish. I would fake a few coughs and moved about. I can tolerate pain but not being tickle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Only hubby can touch me but I remembered when in my later stages of pregnancy, I couldn't reach my toes to cut my toe nails, my mum and hubby volunteered but when they were cutting I find that ticklish too. They can't cut all ten toes at one go, have to let me stop giggling for a while before they continue. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I have more male hormones in me than female hormones. I don't enjoy stuffs that most female does except for shopping. I don't wear high heels or make-up, I don't enjoy spa, massages, foot reflexology etc and even find facial massage etc a waste of my time. Actually I do find spending time at the saloon a waste of time too but I love to have my hair perm once in a while. I go to a hair saloon about five times a year, when my mum goes to the saloon on a weekly basis when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only time I had a full make-up on my face was on my wedding day and I remembered I had a hard time eating my dinner that night as I can't eat properly with lipstick on my lips. I don't want to eat those lipstick, yucks. Had to wear high heels too, that night, so I told hubby to make sure he is always by my side when I stand up to walk or I definitely will fall as I do not know how to walk on heels.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't worry, I still look very feminine and lady like despite the above, hahahahha. Yeah I know, self praise is a disgrace. Well, all my friends and relatives are used to looking at me, the real plain me and had no complain so far. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading this ticklish tale of mine. What tickles you? &lt;br /&gt;
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I am back from the short vacation. These are some of the photos of the hotel. The hotel is by the river and opposite our hotel, they have boat rides which will bring you out to sea and back. &lt;br /&gt;
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The hotel is beautiful, the food is nice and the shopping is great but most important, the company that I am with which makes this a memorable vacation. Hubby and I and my two sons had been to Malacca on our own quite a number of times before this but this should be the best because mummy and sister's family were there.&lt;br /&gt;
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We laugh so hard and so loud that at one of the restaurant, the waitress smiled at us and said "you all sure are a happy bunch". Yes we are. The crazy folks from Kuala Lumpur. Come and visit Malacca sometime. I am sure you will love it too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and hope you will have a fun vacation like mine soon. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5197424878589400769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=5197424878589400769&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/5197424878589400769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/5197424878589400769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/Cb8SdZRu37Y/malacca-trip.html" title="Malacca Trip" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0ZsNpMSktQ/UKMy5dc5VvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/cqLUhrl1tXw/s72-c/mt1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/11/malacca-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERHk8eip7ImA9WhNSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-7498953932632839010</id><published>2012-10-30T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-30T16:56:45.772-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-30T16:56:45.772-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special tale" /><title>Vacation</title><content type="html">Next week my family and I are going on a vacation with my mum and my sister's family. It had been more than ten years since we had a chance to go on vacation with my mum. She had a stroke more than ten years ago. In fact due to her speedy recovery, we did go on vacation together a few years after her stroke.&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple of years after that she had depression and non of us realize that until she committed suicide. She took all her pills at one go and slept in her room. Luckily my sister found out before it was too late. After that incident it was going downhill all the way for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;
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We went from psychiatrist to psychiatrist. That few years she refuse to meet anyone except us family members. She won't even step foot into a saloon to have her hair cut. She would rather get her maid to cut for her. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank goodness lately she is pretty much her self again. We would chat over the phone every now and then. She would even make friends with the neighbors. In fact when I suggested that we go on a vacation with her she felt excited and can't wait to pack her clothes and go. &lt;br /&gt;
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Glad she is back to normal. Can't wait for next week. Normally our annual vacation are with my in-laws of just the four of us. My sister had not gone for a break in a long time too. Glad she could make it this time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. Hope you will have a great vacation soon too. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7498953932632839010/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=7498953932632839010&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/7498953932632839010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/7498953932632839010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/AVYx7AQf3yc/vacation.html" title="Vacation" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/10/vacation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFQ346fCp7ImA9WhNSEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-1657475620408046674</id><published>2012-10-26T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-26T09:31:52.014-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-26T09:31:52.014-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal tale" /><title>Smart Dog</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTgBM-BgHqI/UIq1723UIWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vxhLZ81NOog/s1600/doghose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTgBM-BgHqI/UIq1723UIWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vxhLZ81NOog/s320/doghose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My Muffin had grown so much. He love sun bathing in the afternoon. Notice the garden hose by his side? He had never bite or pull the hose before. He would go potty in the garden on the grass area. I taught him that since puppy but sometime accident do happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is raining season now in Kuala Lumpur. Sometime when the rain is too heavy, he would urine on the tiles instead. There was one night, after the rain, I and hubby notice he was urinating on the tiles. I told him in an angry tone "Muffin! Why did you urine here? The rain had stopped, you should go urine outside" as if he understand English. He continue to urine, then he turn and look at me with a sorry face. He then went and took the garden hose and pull it to the spot where he just urinated and put the hose down. He then keep staring at the hose like expecting water to come out and wash away his urine.&lt;br /&gt;
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I and hubby was speechless and then I laugh. Every morning he watched me water the plants and wash the floors with water from the hose. He must be imitating me. Is this a coincident or was he really that smart? I shouldn't underestimate him. &lt;br /&gt;
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That's my dog. I am the proud owner. A few days later he urinated on the tiles again but he didn't go get the hose anymore. Wonder how wide is his understanding of my language. Pets do surprise us from time to time. Glad to have him with us. Even though sometimes he could be quite annoying but we all love him dearly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading. Hope your pet is as lovely as mine.  </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1657475620408046674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=1657475620408046674&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/1657475620408046674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/1657475620408046674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/VuAJXR4sMYs/smart-dog.html" title="Smart Dog" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTgBM-BgHqI/UIq1723UIWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vxhLZ81NOog/s72-c/doghose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/10/smart-dog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BQHg6eyp7ImA9WhNTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-4599638562831982655</id><published>2012-10-16T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-16T17:47:31.613-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-16T17:47:31.613-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal tale" /><title>Termites Problem</title><content type="html">Oh my, we found termites trail on the ceiling and a corner of a room. It all started last year. My neighbor on my right had termites in the ceiling and he tried getting rid of it himself. After the neighbor's wife told me about it, hubby decided to get someone from the pest control company to come and take a look at our house. We were certified to be clean, no sign of termites at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few months back, hubby noticed some damaged on the kitchen cabinet door and looks like it was done by termites. So we cleaned the whole cabinet and he painted a layer of anti pest poisonous kinda liquid onto the door and all. The smell was terrible and it stayed for few days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then about a month later, I noticed one of my hibiscus was wilting when the other plants around it is doing fine. After investigation, hubby found termites having a party on a piece of dead wood next to the hibiscus. He got rid of that too on his own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week he noticed termites trail on the ceiling. Now we are worried and seek professional help. Luckily enough the damage was not much. I didn't pay much attention to termites until the guy from the pest control explained to us about termites colony, that there is no way they could eat up the whole roof overnight etc. &lt;br /&gt;
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They just look for the trail, confirm there are termites and what is the species and they just stick a box of yummy termites food on the trail. Once they eat it, the workers will die gradually and the rest of the colony will die too. It seems that only the workers chew on woods and after that the workers will go home and feed the queen, the baby termites and the soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;
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Wow, the whole colony only depend on the workers to find food to feed them all. So sounds like three quarters of the colony are lazy bums. At least we are getting rid of it the natural way, non poisonous, no terrible smell and we don't have to pack our bags and move house. &lt;br /&gt;
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I told my son that we are going to kill the whole colony of termites meaning that those few houses around my house will be safe from termites for a while. My son jokingly said that in that case neighbors nearby should help pay the cost of the pest control too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for visiting. Hope you don't and never will have termites problem. They often hide from us and are really sensitive, once their trail was disturbed, they will immediately moved to another corner of the house.      &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4599638562831982655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=4599638562831982655&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/4599638562831982655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/4599638562831982655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/76Ng8fSJUQA/termites-problem.html" title="Termites Problem" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/10/termites-problem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYAQX08eyp7ImA9WhJaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889794752744169118.post-6170684865550993442</id><published>2012-10-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-02T18:02:20.373-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-02T18:02:20.373-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Miracles" /><title>A Ring Of Rainbow Around The Sun</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWHTnUHuY3E/UGuL-G-NDrI/AAAAAAAAA24/7ksfwYq1278/s1600/sun1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWHTnUHuY3E/UGuL-G-NDrI/AAAAAAAAA24/7ksfwYq1278/s320/sun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I would call this another of my little miracle. How often do we actually look at the sun, moon, mountains, trees etc. Maybe if we pay close attention, we do get to see amazing things once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday at noon my son text me from school. He asked me to go outside and take a photo of the sun because it is different yesterday. From his school, one glance he saw a sun with a halo. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I went out, face the lenses towards the sky without looking at the sun, because at that hour the sun is directly above my head, and took quite a lot of shots from few different angle. After that I went into the house and found that almost all my photos was taken perfectly. The sun is right in the center of each photo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Look at the three photos above. Isn't it lovely. Now we get to admire the sun without looking at it directly. The wonders of science and invention of camera. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for visiting. We should all pay a little more attention to nature and discover it's wonders. </content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6170684865550993442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8889794752744169118&amp;postID=6170684865550993442&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6170684865550993442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889794752744169118/posts/default/6170684865550993442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KrazyMonkeyTale/~3/NqYRwHZXspE/a-ring-of-rainbow-around-sun.html" title="A Ring Of Rainbow Around The Sun" /><author><name>Aries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055693297039661810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5BPDCd-gSng/SoNlREZTisI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IQAb4GOtj98/S220/img084.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWHTnUHuY3E/UGuL-G-NDrI/AAAAAAAAA24/7ksfwYq1278/s72-c/sun1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://krazymonkeytale.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-ring-of-rainbow-around-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
