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domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">costume</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kadazan Dusun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music instrument</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">traditional</category><title>A peak at our culture</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;This post has been long overdue. It is the continuation of &lt;a href=&quot;http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-tv-and-food.html&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;These are the traditional equipments used in paddy planting. We can hardly find these equioments nowadays,let alone see them in use. The functions has been replaced by modern equipment that are more efficient in terms of time and energy. Nevertheless, I consider myself very lucky because I have had several hand-on experience on them way back when I was a little kid (in primary school, if not mistaken) and my parents were still planting paddy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;The name of these unique equipments :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfJA0KqU7LC_nkGuQzhyphenhyphenjjfxywOGpPD8sYHJ5V95-ISYM0zquwLBVusTwEoywCXU00tpBCgwRJQd1XioP21HNZOEInKJjpZ4KNgsFYCe9jh_GCBKaLDvj9zq3UHyESO31Zp13oOdQde0T/s1600/kikizapan2_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470677048279516210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfJA0KqU7LC_nkGuQzhyphenhyphenjjfxywOGpPD8sYHJ5V95-ISYM0zquwLBVusTwEoywCXU00tpBCgwRJQd1XioP21HNZOEInKJjpZ4KNgsFYCe9jh_GCBKaLDvj9zq3UHyESO31Zp13oOdQde0T/s200/kikizapan2_a.JPG&quot; 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border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cUMjOTvNlxy6489ruP3P6Xb-4MU-sGiKLGy6z0nv9JFP4tIGLNWQFW50psoc6cn0pFKis7fu6z9wN1iWaBLvGjCy7IYPXchuzP0p6YGtcr-kUPeWTr7qVS8skzFw8MH9Khs5JWUyPo_k/s200/ragus_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;L-R : &quot;&lt;em&gt;kikizapan&quot; &lt;/em&gt;(literally translated as &#39;fan&#39; or &#39;&lt;em&gt;kipas&lt;/em&gt;&#39; in Malay) and &quot;&lt;em&gt;ragus&lt;/em&gt;&quot; (&lt;em&gt;sorry, I don&#39;t know the translation for this one in English and Malay...hehe&lt;/em&gt;..) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqCgUuJjiPKi3Jo9bTogGCi3gFMgAudVO5Uk735xXtDR3G4f66pPl9sqyK5eDe12_u6eZTdr51I9ld7CYMLQD4QC-M3VPvv3O6JQHjp0ptB4IJC9u1pDN1IvGKdw9h1FL7ENLodg5Q8-v/s1600/raadu_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; 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&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;again, I don&#39;t have the translation for this one) &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &quot;su&#39;ud&quot; (&lt;/em&gt;literally translated as &quot;comb&quot; or &quot;&lt;em&gt;sikat&quot;). &lt;/em&gt;The &lt;em&gt;ragus, laadu, and su&#39;ud &lt;/em&gt;will need the help of a buffalo and a skilled farmer to function well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU6KJS2v0A81kq7HKPu-U_8H2NqcHsj30I5fN8zPZOd4bAVxJ8SmVnjDN83dQ_GnkeAjuskcki2hP0LmobSf0U_cVqVqotUdRF5UWh2gdznC7rEAExBgD9AaouCZOrBJmZV5e2X646a1i/s1600/kudian_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470666309218766578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU6KJS2v0A81kq7HKPu-U_8H2NqcHsj30I5fN8zPZOd4bAVxJ8SmVnjDN83dQ_GnkeAjuskcki2hP0LmobSf0U_cVqVqotUdRF5UWh2gdznC7rEAExBgD9AaouCZOrBJmZV5e2X646a1i/s200/kudian_a.JPG&quot; 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(aunties) &lt;/em&gt;enjoying their friend&#39;s performance of the &quot;&lt;em&gt;kudian&quot;&lt;/em&gt; (accordion). Seldom can we hear this type of instrument these days...well, except at Gaya Street every Sunday. There are a band of talented blind street musicians playing the accordion besides the guitar, harmonica and tamborines. And there can sing a variety of songs too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;The 2nd photo was the photo session showing lovely Kadazan ladies of different ages clad in traditional costume, &quot;&lt;em&gt;boludu&quot; &lt;/em&gt;or &quot;&lt;em&gt;morudu&lt;/em&gt;&quot;. Correct me if I&#39;m wrong, but I think the costume got its name &quot;&lt;em&gt;boludu&lt;/em&gt;&quot; from the type of the black cloth it was made of, which is velvet or &quot;&lt;em&gt;kain baldu&lt;/em&gt;&quot; in Malay. &quot;Why only got photo session for the ladies only?&quot; Well, there were photo session for the guys too but I mistakenly deleted it from my camera. No discrimination involved &lt;em&gt;ya&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Al879vbyp63fFJq7efEgE17R9SdCHYwRtxAdEGhf_5ergQm80jPK48NZNI92HG54AwtkXdYFjRRsoG8JI1m8IbNF0MHimML6307SA_awnpFrquM_htLVSehxlavB8bs0El7QSIWUmRfZ/s1600/camera+crew.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470674147417818946&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Al879vbyp63fFJq7efEgE17R9SdCHYwRtxAdEGhf_5ergQm80jPK48NZNI92HG54AwtkXdYFjRRsoG8JI1m8IbNF0MHimML6307SA_awnpFrquM_htLVSehxlavB8bs0El7QSIWUmRfZ/s200/camera+crew.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotK-A-boNQ_PNnslcZ_G3y5fQnw_Ayj4HZZ6G2kWwgQLxonFxZUcV6FKKd0ydQm_RqM8HO9v-SMNMPxe6mPuu1FSHqIzWcl3wde966iVYy4f_yLaY_hsM6rX3WQDO0dIpGzkUJNkXWd4m/s1600/camera+man.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470674998278026578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotK-A-boNQ_PNnslcZ_G3y5fQnw_Ayj4HZZ6G2kWwgQLxonFxZUcV6FKKd0ydQm_RqM8HO9v-SMNMPxe6mPuu1FSHqIzWcl3wde966iVYy4f_yLaY_hsM6rX3WQDO0dIpGzkUJNkXWd4m/s200/camera+man.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;There were two different &quot;&lt;em&gt;magagung&lt;/em&gt;&quot; (beating of the &#39;&lt;em&gt;gongs&lt;/em&gt;&#39;) sessions held. The first session was performed by the guys team and the second by the ladies. &lt;em&gt;Bulih tahan kama tu inai-inai magagung..jangan main-main ah... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEj6nHxA_r0jWtuc16j2HKL4IHEV3aAikc3FYy5ozDqPWuk9cDheEWG-lo35GQKgYRzZ9U5frqEwuL7c3fUdsgsPhGuWnjEaxzaCI-lPJKrL7DfiXLm7Cuv6POKAl8IpKtRji9SCZWLWXo/s1600/magagung_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470666637437343650&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEj6nHxA_r0jWtuc16j2HKL4IHEV3aAikc3FYy5ozDqPWuk9cDheEWG-lo35GQKgYRzZ9U5frqEwuL7c3fUdsgsPhGuWnjEaxzaCI-lPJKrL7DfiXLm7Cuv6POKAl8IpKtRji9SCZWLWXo/s200/magagung_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gwvrls7_0oqSmcEiTt_YrXvXEHz2jPdf0XYt80Mluf1kHc4-G00QyP4_TCMH7gYYDctQcGanLConxFDm8tPCC3hf4-IijJU4t6rlObDJL9wRmZQQbEw0g3zdedeFTGgNdDl_CTPk0jcN/s1600/sumazau_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470666849796413954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gwvrls7_0oqSmcEiTt_YrXvXEHz2jPdf0XYt80Mluf1kHc4-G00QyP4_TCMH7gYYDctQcGanLConxFDm8tPCC3hf4-IijJU4t6rlObDJL9wRmZQQbEw0g3zdedeFTGgNdDl_CTPk0jcN/s200/sumazau_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &quot;magagung&quot;&lt;/em&gt; and Sumazau dance session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqP4Z8E4Pr1ud7cbPkZJ81h-lWWLrsGGQ5WTolYzPcCFp3yS0QaezAPaBF0CUQrVROJnSmD6gN78jrBjOYXZB-T4p8mwbGtht-btk-VPMFMh3e77lP5R4ZxHs91IHCcD6o4EdbI8g5i_Z/s1600/giant+tortoise+shell_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqx-mJydR2te1ygubVGntB0juAG8gYkjKPubOb2iTjfoLs1r4oeePfCnh0Jf4D8P8gNw29mfLTxanjSPAsUSANkmLuvAgrxHHwlolzZOGZ_LaGW4R_XoIfxQ4hQOqh98U89wQAifncDPY/s1600/accessory_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470672362137262146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqx-mJydR2te1ygubVGntB0juAG8gYkjKPubOb2iTjfoLs1r4oeePfCnh0Jf4D8P8gNw29mfLTxanjSPAsUSANkmLuvAgrxHHwlolzZOGZ_LaGW4R_XoIfxQ4hQOqh98U89wQAifncDPY/s200/accessory_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrTmOKwo9s3ZgJ0GNGORuE4fuz18oNw6O2-dVgGSzL3TAt5jBVRhjoMvxyj0sYUCJydIgb4D5F2WyY0d8J94jxcNeg0KhxChjVxuO9i26cK_7bWvqb2SCpRZ2wD051UtNxbdgG_Zvts0f/s1600/accesories_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470671723790072594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrTmOKwo9s3ZgJ0GNGORuE4fuz18oNw6O2-dVgGSzL3TAt5jBVRhjoMvxyj0sYUCJydIgb4D5F2WyY0d8J94jxcNeg0KhxChjVxuO9i26cK_7bWvqb2SCpRZ2wD051UtNxbdgG_Zvts0f/s200/accesories_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Old cloth with the &quot;&lt;em&gt;koi&#39;ing&lt;/em&gt;&quot; (small bells) attached. These cloth were used by the &quot;Bobohizan&quot; (KadazanDusun high-priestess) during the &quot;&lt;em&gt;monogit &lt;/em&gt;(blessing/cleansing)&lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;/em&gt; ceromony. I haven&#39;t seen this ceremony in a long time. I remember having seen it shown on TV few years back during the live telecast of the &lt;em&gt;Tadau Kaamatan (&lt;/em&gt;Harvest Festival) celebration at the KadazanDusun Cultural Association (KDCA) building on 30 May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0fbyzUAQXuWMtHWceOk497cTxEXveGHZuAwV48_Wkkp9iWy6BZGlVhVDlgzViYy8ZVGPXDs1OvCByeOl-gAunf84yu5CxSh-2zjOJPk_Gru5xNK-13if2hpt6me7QTflylaoGwG_pbYX/s1600/accessories1_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470671841857564882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0fbyzUAQXuWMtHWceOk497cTxEXveGHZuAwV48_Wkkp9iWy6BZGlVhVDlgzViYy8ZVGPXDs1OvCByeOl-gAunf84yu5CxSh-2zjOJPk_Gru5xNK-13if2hpt6me7QTflylaoGwG_pbYX/s200/accessories1_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1x4BA5_gUOA6yeFqxkDkdIPFzyAwlkHna8YDFcbxJU9aox9J46uhmQKozmtNjBK09_4hPBnIthIxgvEsWtvboklPcVb2QlSg-xqMjR6t-a8dQrSD26bIEluKJuV-sfwCxSoVNYvbX0gmv/s1600/ba&#39;di_siga+%26+gandang_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470672165410107474&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1x4BA5_gUOA6yeFqxkDkdIPFzyAwlkHna8YDFcbxJU9aox9J46uhmQKozmtNjBK09_4hPBnIthIxgvEsWtvboklPcVb2QlSg-xqMjR6t-a8dQrSD26bIEluKJuV-sfwCxSoVNYvbX0gmv/s200/ba&#39;di_siga+%26+gandang_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPnwOIr_YbkmMEuWOQr58lo6bRGXSqvqJR_7G1dLGCNNUJ6k8zDe1N7Zg4Yw5-TKWWzZncZ6mY7DpAalu79eVn5frSkLTi284-XBC6xpHwd0XjrP4lGnwNZIBmFpFB9gQm1eR17QbLCBN/s1600/brass+pot+%26+decoratives_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470673791081191954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPnwOIr_YbkmMEuWOQr58lo6bRGXSqvqJR_7G1dLGCNNUJ6k8zDe1N7Zg4Yw5-TKWWzZncZ6mY7DpAalu79eVn5frSkLTi284-XBC6xpHwd0XjrP4lGnwNZIBmFpFB9gQm1eR17QbLCBN/s200/brass+pot+%26+decoratives_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;In the first photo are other common accessories, the &lt;em&gt;himpogot , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tatangkong&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pada&#39;ang &lt;/em&gt;(sword).The second photo shows the &lt;em&gt;siga (&lt;/em&gt;headgear) on the &lt;em&gt;gandang (&lt;/em&gt;drum&lt;em&gt;/gendang) &lt;/em&gt;besides the &lt;em&gt;baa&#39;di&lt;/em&gt;. Some antic brass pots and other decoratives in the third photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO5bbbQz1k7wWsrG9G9PPt_pA3o3cn-CwtNIyD5mSjwEkn2zSGQlddAHZ0A2qIXaZJp1OyaxrlQE_PAMVzAkVz3YN25ED1XukggkVxldBJ8wLL-7AW3B4pAtbCu1jXysEcO-YCQNiyCdT/s1600/candle+holder_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470672635357000754&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO5bbbQz1k7wWsrG9G9PPt_pA3o3cn-CwtNIyD5mSjwEkn2zSGQlddAHZ0A2qIXaZJp1OyaxrlQE_PAMVzAkVz3YN25ED1XukggkVxldBJ8wLL-7AW3B4pAtbCu1jXysEcO-YCQNiyCdT/s200/candle+holder_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwLo5uN_oi83578mMXBEBtHOLBAz0qed-d4NlohdCYuWJSOX3DQluSifxqF0ZCwkQVBRHi_8HVCI8szxOeWjXIpH1M1Ge7eKDNtI6kt_qyhewgKu8Ejbu7ht5KaP5Vp6iddhzPv5Wci4f/s1600/miniature+bakid_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470672931768284690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwLo5uN_oi83578mMXBEBtHOLBAz0qed-d4NlohdCYuWJSOX3DQluSifxqF0ZCwkQVBRHi_8HVCI8szxOeWjXIpH1M1Ge7eKDNtI6kt_qyhewgKu8Ejbu7ht5KaP5Vp6iddhzPv5Wci4f/s200/miniature+bakid_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3SWT-tdbWU9zdu6Dj00sUf0mhCgQKhuZBAp5_PFlQKAKvc3iD1gpNa8jV3a6wanbYybEKKzJ20KGAwADrW0a7u3AiHo1emzHVYSPgMU4xaotvSv6z9ZcCsPGujzFDiuEyWOHy43rnv1L/s1600/cane_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470672766839908050&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3SWT-tdbWU9zdu6Dj00sUf0mhCgQKhuZBAp5_PFlQKAKvc3iD1gpNa8jV3a6wanbYybEKKzJ20KGAwADrW0a7u3AiHo1emzHVYSPgMU4xaotvSv6z9ZcCsPGujzFDiuEyWOHy43rnv1L/s200/cane_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;A close-up of the brass candle-holder and miniature &quot;&lt;em&gt;bakid&lt;/em&gt;&quot; (2nd photo) and a few wooden canes with head carves to resemble a snake&#39;s head and a &quot;&lt;em&gt;suling&quot;&lt;/em&gt; (flute/&lt;em&gt;seruling) &lt;/em&gt;among them. The container which the canes are put inside is called &quot;&lt;em&gt;topukon&lt;/em&gt;&quot; or &quot;&lt;em&gt;tajau&lt;/em&gt;&quot;, a large pot made of clay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGvkYxZRHZ1w_YTeFuSeCCsn8GqNxZKiqxwEOiwlQPAGcLF4t6nvtdoV40XH6Qn7LEPnU6LOPnwI4Cdr0Ll7_UQr4iCdzH2FjC5wfasiMhPY9VTV4hQaQXW-YXGK3_o8jNUmU4XW7ijcL/s1600/van2+%26+tagung_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470673361440835474&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGvkYxZRHZ1w_YTeFuSeCCsn8GqNxZKiqxwEOiwlQPAGcLF4t6nvtdoV40XH6Qn7LEPnU6LOPnwI4Cdr0Ll7_UQr4iCdzH2FjC5wfasiMhPY9VTV4hQaQXW-YXGK3_o8jNUmU4XW7ijcL/s200/van2+%26+tagung_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrpZK7f3aM8EOPokSL95FMbI_0LUFmpxqRRvuxDCkJJaR76sa1xHBnIhag5zQHjKpXLRukeVphlauemCx7MWJVxAfo-d11LlisjF608OhPX8iQHikngjGsf1TdpGoXehgFZ07rR2RsnKN/s1600/van+%26+kulintangan_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470673455142352242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrpZK7f3aM8EOPokSL95FMbI_0LUFmpxqRRvuxDCkJJaR76sa1xHBnIhag5zQHjKpXLRukeVphlauemCx7MWJVxAfo-d11LlisjF608OhPX8iQHikngjGsf1TdpGoXehgFZ07rR2RsnKN/s200/van+%26+kulintangan_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And these are random photos of Vanessa...having a closer look at the full set of &quot;&lt;em&gt;tagong&quot; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&quot;kulintangan&quot;. &lt;/em&gt;As a kid, nothing escapes her curiosity. She wants to look closer and touch everything new to her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqP4Z8E4Pr1ud7cbPkZJ81h-lWWLrsGGQ5WTolYzPcCFp3yS0QaezAPaBF0CUQrVROJnSmD6gN78jrBjOYXZB-T4p8mwbGtht-btk-VPMFMh3e77lP5R4ZxHs91IHCcD6o4EdbI8g5i_Z/s1600/giant+tortoise+shell_a.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470673140478800770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqP4Z8E4Pr1ud7cbPkZJ81h-lWWLrsGGQ5WTolYzPcCFp3yS0QaezAPaBF0CUQrVROJnSmD6gN78jrBjOYXZB-T4p8mwbGtht-btk-VPMFMh3e77lP5R4ZxHs91IHCcD6o4EdbI8g5i_Z/s200/giant+tortoise+shell_a.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And this last photo is of a giant tortoise shell. The tortoise was my Uncle&#39;s pet. It died a few years ago and Uncle decided to keep its shell in memory of the tortoise. It makes a unique wall decoration, don&#39;t you think so?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Okay, that round-up the tour to our KadazanDusun&#39;s traditional lifestyle and culture. Its not a comprehensive one but enough to give some info. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/05/peak-at-our-culture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfJA0KqU7LC_nkGuQzhyphenhyphenjjfxywOGpPD8sYHJ5V95-ISYM0zquwLBVusTwEoywCXU00tpBCgwRJQd1XioP21HNZOEInKJjpZ4KNgsFYCe9jh_GCBKaLDvj9zq3UHyESO31Zp13oOdQde0T/s72-c/kikizapan2_a.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-6342089070705751690</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-11T17:22:20.233+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homemaker</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Hello..people!</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;It’s been a while since my last post. But I am still alive. Sorry guys for the lack of update and not visiting your blog lately. One of reason of my absence is the interruption of internet services in our office. Yeah, I am using the company’s facilities but not to the extent of abusing the office hour ya…*wink*  Oh, I do have Streamyx at home but my &#39;ancient&#39; desktop &lt;em&gt;rosak la pula&lt;/em&gt;…arrgh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, there are too many issues happening in our company these few months. Re-structuring is one of the main issues. The top management has resort to drastic cut-down in operation cost…forcing our main office and branches to move to the other subsidiary office. To make things worse, the management only gives one week notice to the staffs about the relocation. *headache* This re-structuring thingy has also caused a number of staffs losing their job especially the contract staffs like moi. Yes, I am going to be one of the thousands of unemployed in the country in two more weeks. I am having mix feelings on being unemployed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Hubby said he is okay with it, I am still worried that it will burden Hubby for he will have to bear all the monthly installments of loans, utilities and the household expenses. On the other hand, another part of me can hardly wait for my last day of work! I found myself wishing that the last day will come quicker than it should be. I think I am excited to be a full time homemaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite a coincidence, all these happenings…my maid just went back to Indonesia for good and I am going to be out of job soon. This is sort of like a perfect opportunity for me to try being a full time homemaker! But seriously, am I really ready to become one? Well, I will never find out if I don’t give it a try, right? *smile* So, I am taking it one day at a time. Hopefully, everything will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellopeople.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-3343459873585326230</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 08:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-23T17:39:27.841+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kadazan Dusun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">traditional</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV show</category><title>Of TV and food...</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;If you get a chance, would you like to be on TV? Well, I do. I don’t mean like being an actress or model or something…but just to be seen nationwide on TV would be enough. I’m not that desperate, okay. I am just curious. How would it feel to see myself on TV? Would I look different? Yeah...those sorts of things…&lt;em&gt;hehe…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WpdGOw6Gc05ke8CWblq2G_O370Q41T5CK025xkVGpz2tgg1r88JBf0m_DJTM8RveouvifXQvT3j38nDPhd9ZrMoXHvOBU1SiUPI_OfMXI5GOH5H-AxxO1HPVbcBioCTwV5sDwNVB9Gg_/s1600/DSC01364.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463255585464141298&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WpdGOw6Gc05ke8CWblq2G_O370Q41T5CK025xkVGpz2tgg1r88JBf0m_DJTM8RveouvifXQvT3j38nDPhd9ZrMoXHvOBU1SiUPI_OfMXI5GOH5H-AxxO1HPVbcBioCTwV5sDwNVB9Gg_/s320/DSC01364.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My wish would have came true last month if only I comply to RTM’s #1 rule of ‘Strictly no showing of legs”. I blew-up the chance of a lifetime by wearing a knee-length skirt that day. I could have worn long pants on that day if only I’ve known earlier of such a chance. Nobody to blame but myself..&lt;em&gt;hehe…&lt;/em&gt; I didn’t ask further when Cousin A told us that there will be a group of West Malaysian coming during the gathering. I should have asked who they were… Oh, the prohibition also applies on the guys. &lt;em&gt;Hehe...kesian la angkol-angkol / kazen mazen lelaki yang pakai seluar pendek…mau pigi magagung pun tida boleh. Punah harapan diorang mau masuk TV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDJEYhfznUoAoSuiWbi2Dc2DWwI7U7tGyO8MnSyeFT7fcjUpolqZ4lWze12OFcxTDaO-F4pc3i1r39HwtwIWLvm6BL8KpQ0FZ-WYmrYAemwn3j4ULyARWxRYyf5GzgVWmCQLGZXN13wy9/s1600/DSC01414.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463260762117647458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDJEYhfznUoAoSuiWbi2Dc2DWwI7U7tGyO8MnSyeFT7fcjUpolqZ4lWze12OFcxTDaO-F4pc3i1r39HwtwIWLvm6BL8KpQ0FZ-WYmrYAemwn3j4ULyARWxRYyf5GzgVWmCQLGZXN13wy9/s320/DSC01414.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnX_YF8IfLJe4MvoaXgltI-wxv1KUjyKUbwLwVvqxX_zpWG4tPEu4iF574vVLWNvF2F8UDz8EjcRnp2GaajW47MwdkW8ovvUfCBnARua-yFVsfHD4St8lwxPSWnweEzuMHvPN-LP8pGSk/s1600/DSC01415.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463261573046172466&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnX_YF8IfLJe4MvoaXgltI-wxv1KUjyKUbwLwVvqxX_zpWG4tPEu4iF574vVLWNvF2F8UDz8EjcRnp2GaajW47MwdkW8ovvUfCBnARua-yFVsfHD4St8lwxPSWnweEzuMHvPN-LP8pGSk/s320/DSC01415.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only found out about them being RTM TV1 crew for their magazine-style program called &lt;em&gt;Panorama&lt;/em&gt;. Uncle B (Mom’s big bro) house has been chosen by as the location for the shooting of a short documentary on our Kadazan Dusun traditional food and culture. There was no exact date on when this particular episode will be aired but according to the director, give or take, 3 months after the day of shooting. That means the episode will be scheduled to air sometime in July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxekrwOoY-G8NFG99JCt3uQH9tghMyshi931b6XpAWOL0ZcHek0BCKCCZfrAnhIzi1r0XLpKQ5V2HHKY6GzeuFi6on4kybB18N2GG4igs7rk42-Wniz_yiLXGbsbJHbtu8ZdD6TDAz9PPV/s1600/DSC01365.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463255905137278306&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxekrwOoY-G8NFG99JCt3uQH9tghMyshi931b6XpAWOL0ZcHek0BCKCCZfrAnhIzi1r0XLpKQ5V2HHKY6GzeuFi6on4kybB18N2GG4igs7rk42-Wniz_yiLXGbsbJHbtu8ZdD6TDAz9PPV/s320/DSC01365.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuitO1wNdjA_kVmsv1Nakopd9UoMFViknj8cmNYGHcQMN7tfaoX-HgETrmf9-spv8ly8K6H28p8bSOqUMnh3D2ztfuczkaSbd-9gx8AxdnhPduAqP7Y65MXHaYXx1MA_6IwExYflEiDvlf/s1600/DSC01366.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463256143320138178&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuitO1wNdjA_kVmsv1Nakopd9UoMFViknj8cmNYGHcQMN7tfaoX-HgETrmf9-spv8ly8K6H28p8bSOqUMnh3D2ztfuczkaSbd-9gx8AxdnhPduAqP7Y65MXHaYXx1MA_6IwExYflEiDvlf/s320/DSC01366.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElnpuTj70HnS9Oag5-IZjtapucC9ZzQ9PwKQuAZYhuPCZldOr7du6EBWEn7dgKI6yHDiPfYq3Kx5b6bY9BtD0E30gi1sbMlJjZ74sJ2_ZK5HDS5ABKE45HT0k4RESFC8sshU0PX3gcaRZ/s1600/DSC01417.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463262458022133922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElnpuTj70HnS9Oag5-IZjtapucC9ZzQ9PwKQuAZYhuPCZldOr7du6EBWEn7dgKI6yHDiPfYq3Kx5b6bY9BtD0E30gi1sbMlJjZ74sJ2_ZK5HDS5ABKE45HT0k4RESFC8sshU0PX3gcaRZ/s320/DSC01417.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR2wcT-MxBTrXCudWkAJp2BrvRPajh1y5tWu6jh-xeYzlt63F8Yj9NtBZuR8mMKKAzxomZWnpfTZd3UeK18K0KafhYrapi-l8g4ObUvzRUMweRmmp1WwJ88VY1d0gBtyBj-QfZcPee0_d/s1600/DSC01403.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463257388312331426&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR2wcT-MxBTrXCudWkAJp2BrvRPajh1y5tWu6jh-xeYzlt63F8Yj9NtBZuR8mMKKAzxomZWnpfTZd3UeK18K0KafhYrapi-l8g4ObUvzRUMweRmmp1WwJ88VY1d0gBtyBj-QfZcPee0_d/s320/DSC01403.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Okay, I hardly watch the shows on TV1. Why? Let’s just say that the shows on other channels are more interesting. (No offends). But for this particular episode, I’ll make an exemption. I am excited on the idea of watching familiar faces, people I know personally on TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSSTgkRjOY9T6s3bkOfblAW-bYjiXr7gykorAQ7CPnsrHqzYivqmcmKqjnwC6_lcAT6uOpusMV4nvtkQgJ6Ieu-AZ2gP_G_NfTOv3w05e-FsadYInIlnKICi5hB_q48rBRbymniux92up/s1600/DSC01408.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463258995139239522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSSTgkRjOY9T6s3bkOfblAW-bYjiXr7gykorAQ7CPnsrHqzYivqmcmKqjnwC6_lcAT6uOpusMV4nvtkQgJ6Ieu-AZ2gP_G_NfTOv3w05e-FsadYInIlnKICi5hB_q48rBRbymniux92up/s320/DSC01408.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtH9-rC_UGo4p1C_JNG4HiNgoef7XIj4B5NMzJi5OBZTIH0-UuA_9oJX-8936K2-DNfVBGcaQKemA13ou1p8r-lpw032eHERAMMoqVE3o9eTiDrTO_3qfoTOsnbR-p-U-wEYuWcDk1vkH/s1600/DSC01396.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463256942984605794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtH9-rC_UGo4p1C_JNG4HiNgoef7XIj4B5NMzJi5OBZTIH0-UuA_9oJX-8936K2-DNfVBGcaQKemA13ou1p8r-lpw032eHERAMMoqVE3o9eTiDrTO_3qfoTOsnbR-p-U-wEYuWcDk1vkH/s320/DSC01396.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;These are some of our traditional food/dish that I have taken that day. Some of them are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;rarely served nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvA1q4vbHEjjCMh5K98XWZiaGN0uQRVeev1nOWrOIGdnnJWQY7ws1dloYJGuZnQxQRB7pI6MS_pWZkdHtZbmJ7bw-qD8JYqvImJPhqTn_nKqRHePFhhvlt7-L8ID_8mIowciq6YFS_ciY/s1600/DSC01409.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463259527447392498&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvA1q4vbHEjjCMh5K98XWZiaGN0uQRVeev1nOWrOIGdnnJWQY7ws1dloYJGuZnQxQRB7pI6MS_pWZkdHtZbmJ7bw-qD8JYqvImJPhqTn_nKqRHePFhhvlt7-L8ID_8mIowciq6YFS_ciY/s320/DSC01409.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaI1-XWo0A-xdvvBVHc1ayz09kBAezYwlM2ScKpLk3uq2D0IZT1BeNj3HPDFZhoYvBU77tM0GSXZKFR0AXjn2uYddjlbVqtVnb1fwHjjhGcYcSf5QbxIDTfFwYRiuFu-KuUyuHtKZQYU6c/s1600/DSC01410.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463259755584258130&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaI1-XWo0A-xdvvBVHc1ayz09kBAezYwlM2ScKpLk3uq2D0IZT1BeNj3HPDFZhoYvBU77tM0GSXZKFR0AXjn2uYddjlbVqtVnb1fwHjjhGcYcSf5QbxIDTfFwYRiuFu-KuUyuHtKZQYU6c/s320/DSC01410.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS30UuTigQvhIOVkYzMEttU8G6h5vl6_Jw1d3RT65AnXdIdzTf00sGkgA7icmJHxK-qIHXPoA4qxA9nOh26O7-FQVLuW1f4U4QaVoSr7_07bJVvTPVgpy-YjOppbvxT_-Iasfx6msGo83v/s1600/DSC01411.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463260274995130146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS30UuTigQvhIOVkYzMEttU8G6h5vl6_Jw1d3RT65AnXdIdzTf00sGkgA7icmJHxK-qIHXPoA4qxA9nOh26O7-FQVLuW1f4U4QaVoSr7_07bJVvTPVgpy-YjOppbvxT_-Iasfx6msGo83v/s320/DSC01411.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5oK08u9vD57RNa8RZ7E7Dcat59LdiOpRI4YHAxSeknZERKtQjj7U97bfcim60A-9UCE2nO1OZKr2dClg0NXJzGulMk5haOzmZxHWt21JOM1DNc7sYy6k6nmV95Rb7NFZYrH4Pm4rEZLo/s1600/DSC01412.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463260935536004066&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5oK08u9vD57RNa8RZ7E7Dcat59LdiOpRI4YHAxSeknZERKtQjj7U97bfcim60A-9UCE2nO1OZKr2dClg0NXJzGulMk5haOzmZxHWt21JOM1DNc7sYy6k6nmV95Rb7NFZYrH4Pm4rEZLo/s320/DSC01412.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-tv-and-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WpdGOw6Gc05ke8CWblq2G_O370Q41T5CK025xkVGpz2tgg1r88JBf0m_DJTM8RveouvifXQvT3j38nDPhd9ZrMoXHvOBU1SiUPI_OfMXI5GOH5H-AxxO1HPVbcBioCTwV5sDwNVB9Gg_/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-3184849977883127565</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 09:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T17:27:22.493+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tanjung Aru Beach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vanessa</category><title>Outing at the beach</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Vanessa has been pestering about playing with her new toy (a kite), since her dad presented it to her a week ago. It was an ‘&lt;em&gt;ole-ole’&lt;/em&gt; (souvenir) hubby brought back from his month long work in Terengganu. The little girl was fascinated with the bright colours of the kite, shaped like a fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH56-NEmQWn6MmYNNFIBTPF2_wa2lqwCT7WBjQD-0uN8aRDIIi-ruAEIk6FHlAnFOjSkfeGEO4KUm85SPKDE8Ua37Ae6G1yRAKzdGVPDjm6UJMWHaM_1vy5v-nMeWcYE7EgQjRXQwsVId/s1600/10042010(014).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291482771790242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH56-NEmQWn6MmYNNFIBTPF2_wa2lqwCT7WBjQD-0uN8aRDIIi-ruAEIk6FHlAnFOjSkfeGEO4KUm85SPKDE8Ua37Ae6G1yRAKzdGVPDjm6UJMWHaM_1vy5v-nMeWcYE7EgQjRXQwsVId/s320/10042010(014).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUQiJUut6qdbXmyFFk39iEP33g3-r4TxUxdJksR3n4pub7Gkp-07M77T9vkRBKkgFA-rQHk5TUI0MCtAUHg9QDDeIL9YEOadCkfd1LjXnUZRAzLlOVHmysQL0hFBFftabIfhqyDaJ4sfp/s1600/10042010(010).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291388178678722&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUQiJUut6qdbXmyFFk39iEP33g3-r4TxUxdJksR3n4pub7Gkp-07M77T9vkRBKkgFA-rQHk5TUI0MCtAUHg9QDDeIL9YEOadCkfd1LjXnUZRAzLlOVHmysQL0hFBFftabIfhqyDaJ4sfp/s320/10042010(010).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby’s around. The weather’s terrific. A perfect day to spend quality time at Tanjung Aru Beach. So off we went to the beach last Saturday. The trip was supposed to happen on the Easter Sunday but something came up that we had to postpone it. &lt;em&gt;Nasib baik my little girl tida merajuk&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQs5iVixCwkBXa5kvcvrDPYBCt1Xdg3qMxTb_qsgzyc5WuULDehYBaxXIXIaj3BXUwPv_zWq-XvxM4i0q0PglKj1KxOMlU8yP1mvju_2ds1OF9NZ5KyMYViNrc6PckB7DYgxTXIm-28ai/s1600/10042010(016).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291563482641314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQs5iVixCwkBXa5kvcvrDPYBCt1Xdg3qMxTb_qsgzyc5WuULDehYBaxXIXIaj3BXUwPv_zWq-XvxM4i0q0PglKj1KxOMlU8yP1mvju_2ds1OF9NZ5KyMYViNrc6PckB7DYgxTXIm-28ai/s320/10042010(016).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihENFNxceMojU5LayX_LmXd8re4ulzw8rWCAJ2UD9DkeXFMBw41TlXMXpQc6-UMs-DZl4ulQqj6K0aDBwjDtLkMIBs5oWTrtEYULEWBk2wJ83zFhozqdnn9BxjfNUNbfRbYxcoogEylyhY/s1600/10042010(018).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291729817424146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihENFNxceMojU5LayX_LmXd8re4ulzw8rWCAJ2UD9DkeXFMBw41TlXMXpQc6-UMs-DZl4ulQqj6K0aDBwjDtLkMIBs5oWTrtEYULEWBk2wJ83zFhozqdnn9BxjfNUNbfRbYxcoogEylyhY/s320/10042010(018).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We purposely opted to go to the Third Beach as it was less crowded there. Easier to fly the kite without the worry of bumping to other people. For those who are not familiar with Tanjung Aru Beach, the beach is divided into three main sections, the First Beach (near Shangri-La Tanjung Aru Resort), Second Beach (the main beach where restaurants and food stalls are located) and the Third Beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-17Sn7imolrhFmdtKlpYgmdXUS9tsEGVVQjK4jeNW88teVf1rCC082aS6Ej_9mqtP_zBzgffYIf1UjFwodzJ5gjv8SUE0UfSSi5njy-CcLKWAE4zgiFuObtz7H-P4BRRLggCqlG0-d08m/s1600/10042010(005).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291324414951746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-17Sn7imolrhFmdtKlpYgmdXUS9tsEGVVQjK4jeNW88teVf1rCC082aS6Ej_9mqtP_zBzgffYIf1UjFwodzJ5gjv8SUE0UfSSi5njy-CcLKWAE4zgiFuObtz7H-P4BRRLggCqlG0-d08m/s320/10042010(005).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3oIM_kwZ0kmO33AZIw15RSoMVT03SkwfgzZansP913ehn8EUrN-f8jI-HlOjUUsFkQT2urku3joKUTxo8M76JGH_tpcPVw0nnIG5kLB5qQuHgSdhcAm46Yvy1uZcvVYP2O_S8WDjCq2E/s1600/10042010(002).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291254388666802&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3oIM_kwZ0kmO33AZIw15RSoMVT03SkwfgzZansP913ehn8EUrN-f8jI-HlOjUUsFkQT2urku3joKUTxo8M76JGH_tpcPVw0nnIG5kLB5qQuHgSdhcAm46Yvy1uZcvVYP2O_S8WDjCq2E/s320/10042010(002).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This part of the beach is a bit secluded but accessible by car. Obviously, the bumpy road is not a problem since it has its fair share of visitors, families as well as bride &amp;amp; groom-to-be. There were two couples doing their wedding photoshoots that day. We stayed until the sunset was over. It has been a while since I last watch the sunset at Tanjung Aru Beach. The sight is as beautiful as ever. :) It is always a pleasure to watch the sun disappears below the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXYP356yltEN1bZcZNe2AGxNSVhQEZU_FqARwoxe7yjYx6JUgWLP2lV9LcQHo09rzUaby8_9GofojDTd8fV7w8Gz1Y4vVim_XeZE3v_WAPZjwHiWcX7UyZZ2CoJUhy_gOjkGb36y_jlb5/s1600/10042010(001).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291182918495394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXYP356yltEN1bZcZNe2AGxNSVhQEZU_FqARwoxe7yjYx6JUgWLP2lV9LcQHo09rzUaby8_9GofojDTd8fV7w8Gz1Y4vVim_XeZE3v_WAPZjwHiWcX7UyZZ2CoJUhy_gOjkGb36y_jlb5/s320/10042010(001).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytjXacY1HJI_VDv5J15eQzW3lLgyVmVpiJwq6gxI-D9MlyydTV-JdVU57nPb7Oij9UOoBZYITF0SxucXfcuNr9Mx2x7OLO1obD-0ZlwspGblnonE2vZoIhTqxAO4jEBrmMeJ-Ishnlie7/s1600/10042010(017).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460291636499995346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytjXacY1HJI_VDv5J15eQzW3lLgyVmVpiJwq6gxI-D9MlyydTV-JdVU57nPb7Oij9UOoBZYITF0SxucXfcuNr9Mx2x7OLO1obD-0ZlwspGblnonE2vZoIhTqxAO4jEBrmMeJ-Ishnlie7/s320/10042010(017).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/outing-at-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH56-NEmQWn6MmYNNFIBTPF2_wa2lqwCT7WBjQD-0uN8aRDIIi-ruAEIk6FHlAnFOjSkfeGEO4KUm85SPKDE8Ua37Ae6G1yRAKzdGVPDjm6UJMWHaM_1vy5v-nMeWcYE7EgQjRXQwsVId/s72-c/10042010(014).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-2860328609776204346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T17:05:06.648+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">play school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vanessa</category><title>Haven’t been blogging lately…</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Hello, people! :) I am still alive and kicking! I haven’t updated my blog and visited yours for days. I am sorry my friends…&lt;em&gt;jangan la marah atau kecil hati ye&lt;/em&gt;…I will visit you soon. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last Monday, April 5th, Vanessa started her playschool. Since she is less &lt;em&gt;manja &lt;/em&gt;with Hubby, we came to a mutual agreement that Hubby will accompany her on her first day. According to Hubby, it took Vanessa a few minutes to warm up with the teachers and the other kids. When I sneaked into her school half an hour later, Vanessa has already joined in the fun. Happily singing nursery rhymes and playing with her new friends. :) As advised by the teachers, Hubby and I left the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459542411050797426&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7i5AeGZmgq-lvrMl1E_hoEqyuvN5deEHqaD0k7n03S-v6h0bpP4wVagpufgfDdXSOVM9yhDODgaQ16SbmEghZF-Nvl-KDhSvXirspsqCPuovaZKHfqwzxc2N7U4IMCGCDHd52txYAiWB/s320/06042010.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the school an hour later and was informed by her teacher that Vanessa cried for a few minutes when she realized that her dad was no longer there. But after they pujuk her, she stopped crying and resume her activities with her friends *relief* &lt;em&gt;Hehe&lt;/em&gt;… We were worried that Vanessa might throw tantrums and we would have to stay with her through the day. &lt;em&gt;Jadi sebagai langkah berjaga-jaga&lt;/em&gt;, Hubby took the day off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is still adjusting to her new routine of waking up early in the morning and wearing a uniform. She still cries when we drop her off every morning but so far, she seems to enjoy going to school. “&lt;em&gt;Siok pigi sikul oh… ada nyanyi-nyanyi.…(o)gumu kawan&lt;/em&gt; (School’s fun…got singing…a lot of friends )” was her answer when asked about her day. Hopefully, school will continue to be fun for her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/havent-been-blogging-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7i5AeGZmgq-lvrMl1E_hoEqyuvN5deEHqaD0k7n03S-v6h0bpP4wVagpufgfDdXSOVM9yhDODgaQ16SbmEghZF-Nvl-KDhSvXirspsqCPuovaZKHfqwzxc2N7U4IMCGCDHd52txYAiWB/s72-c/06042010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-7689827490205996182</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T18:59:01.641+08:00</atom:updated><title>A new journey begins …</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Earlier on, I have read Alv blog about how long we spend our &lt;a href=&quot;http://alv0808.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-life.html&quot;&gt;life schooling&lt;/a&gt; . Now, here I am blogging about (play)school. :) Yup, Vanessa is going to start schooling next Monday. I have enrolled her into Play School 1 in &lt;em&gt;SuauSindak&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, I am so excited for her. (&lt;em&gt;Err&lt;/em&gt;, I don’t remember being excited about my first day in school…hahaha…) Anyway, I hope Vanessa will be happy at &lt;em&gt;SuauSindak&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;We chose &lt;em&gt;Taska SuauSindak&lt;/em&gt; not only because of its strategic location (it’s along the road we use to go to work/home and near to my office), but also it offers Kadazan language lesson besides Malay and English. We really want her to be able to speak and understand our mother tongue properly. Nowadays majority of our young generation barely understand the Kadazan language, let alone speaks them fluently. *sigh* Sad but that’s the ugly truth. To me, it’s a loss if we could not speak/understand our mother tongue. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it is the only &lt;em&gt;Taska&lt;/em&gt; that has Kadazan language lesson. At least, in Penampang area &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Although &lt;em&gt;SuauSindak&lt;/em&gt; has been our #1 choice right from the start, I visited two other &lt;em&gt;Taska&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Taska L&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Taska T&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Taska L&lt;/em&gt; is colourfully decorated, clean and equipped with proper safety measures but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there’s something wrong with it. *sigh* I don’t how to describe it but to me, the place is just not right. Nevertheless, I took their brochure all the same and move on to the other one. Good thing that it is only a block away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Though &lt;em&gt;Taska T&lt;/em&gt; is not as colourfully as the previous, but the moment I walked in its compound, I felt at ease and comfortable. The place is clean and I saw a few assistants entertaining the kids. The owner was one friendly lady. From her, I found out that some of the kids at her place were former kids of &lt;em&gt;Taska L&lt;/em&gt;. They were transferred to her place for various reasons such as lack of activities and the food they served. She looks sincere in sharing this info with me. I don’t think that she was just trying to woo me in sending my kid over. :) If we haven’t set our heart with &lt;em&gt;SuauSindak&lt;/em&gt;, I would gladly settle with &lt;em&gt;Taska T&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Nevertheless, I am glad that I made the effort to visit &lt;em&gt;Taska L&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Taska T&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-journey-begins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-2912080910348953140</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T17:46:16.018+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">government</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toddler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vanessa</category><title>In the midst of the heavy rain ...</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;After 3 months drought, it finally rained yesterday. The heavy downpour was much awaited by many, not only us human but also the plants and animals. My cats and dogs were smiling from ear to ear before they curled up in tight-ball positions for their afternoon nap. &lt;em&gt;Hehe&lt;/em&gt;..just joking! They didn’t smile &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; but I’m sure they were happy too..&lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;… Oh, I was on leave yesterday, that’s how I got to witness their happy faces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the leave to bring Mom to &lt;em&gt;Klinik Kesihatan Luyang (KKL)&lt;/em&gt; for her eye-checking. :) No need to go to QEH anymore. No complaining about the bad service in KKL...&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. The whole process was super-quick. From registration to consultation, it only took us 2 hours. The waiting area was quite comfortable and there were not many patients around. Even Vanessa was very cooperative that day. She happily belted out a few of her favourite nursery rhymes while waiting for her grandma. :) Free entertainment for the people in the waiting area. The only bad thing I have to say is the insufficient parking space in KKL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who had been there knows exactly how difficult it was to get a parking space in KKL compound. I think I saw a sign that says only Lot 1 to Lot 10 is for public use. The rest are for staffs. The parking lots for public are always occupied. If you found one vacant, it must be your lucky day! Hmm…apparently yesterday was not my luck day; I had to look for a parking space at the nearby &lt;em&gt;Heritage Plaza&lt;/em&gt; shoplot which is on the opposite side of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping off my Mom and Vanessa (yup, my little girl tagged along too), I went to park my car there. Good thing that there were plenty of parking spaces available. Having parked there, I had to cross the road and walk a good 100m to KKL. Well, it’s not that far but the heavy rain and the traffic made it difficult. The rain had created ankle-high puddles of water along the road. Each time a car drive by, the water will splash on some poor pedestrian. In this case, that poor pedestrian was me. Some considerate drivers slowed down their car when they drove pass but some didn’t bother. Or was it because of the rain that they couldn’t see someone with an umbrella walking at the road side??? *sigh* By the time I reach KKL, my jeans was soaked up to the thigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still raining when everything was done with Mom’s check-up though not as heavy as it was earlier. As I need to get the car, I had asked Mom and Vanessa to wait outside the Klinik. “&lt;em&gt;Mau ikut mummy bah&lt;/em&gt;. (I want to follow mummy.)” I almost fainted when Vanessa said that. It was not easy to walk with one hand holding an umbrella while carrying a 13kg toddler on one hip. After some reasoning and persuasion, to my relief, Vanessa cancelled her demand and waited with Mom while I went to get the car. &lt;em&gt;Phew!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-midst-of-heavy-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-6802094459678726914</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T12:18:47.767+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Borneo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contest</category><title>Who wants to be Borneo Top Blogger?</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You guys have probably heard about this contest but I’ve only found out about it from the newspaper yesterday. And I’m sharing it here again just in case &lt;em&gt;ada yang termiss….hehe&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452419561223644226&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHH9LjOYEZWPb3mNePN8kDnOYzNuDGkdiBNcxzdV3xQkOm6AiNQl1x2qmQiJK64HbJiQIOL9BMMiFK-xYZa4HNFGU7LJkmFIZiOoPbm-UqUrfu7vBZHw3bw_txpCzTfBLQxKR-lGTp5JZU/s320/ads_bcbba.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest is organized by &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://borneocolours.com/bloggers/&quot;&gt;BorneoColours.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The award is to recognize outstanding bloggers from the island of Borneo. Therefore the contest is open to all bloggers from Sabah, Sarawak, Labuan, Brunei and Kalimantan. The early process is on going now but there are still time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;For more info, hop on to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://borneocolours.com/bloggers/&quot;&gt;BorneoColurs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-wants-to-be-borneo-top-blogger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHH9LjOYEZWPb3mNePN8kDnOYzNuDGkdiBNcxzdV3xQkOm6AiNQl1x2qmQiJK64HbJiQIOL9BMMiFK-xYZa4HNFGU7LJkmFIZiOoPbm-UqUrfu7vBZHw3bw_txpCzTfBLQxKR-lGTp5JZU/s72-c/ads_bcbba.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-4490858698925168078</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 08:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T16:37:01.195+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><title>Another baby when?</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Now that Vanessa is nearly 2 ½ years old, a lot of people, friends and family alike, have been asking us when we’re going to have another baby. “&lt;em&gt;Don’t you want to give Vanessa a sister or brother to play with?&lt;/em&gt;” ; “&lt;em&gt;You don’t even have to buy new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.designerbaby.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby bedding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;set or baby clothes, just reuse Vanessa’s old ones.&lt;/em&gt;” It is only normal for them to come up with this question/remark, especially the elderly relatives. So, I don’t really mind them asking. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to answer the question. Yes, we do want another baby. We are trying but so far, no luck yet. :) Nevertheless, it didn’t stop me from browsing around for baby items like &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.designerbaby.com/baby-blankets.html&quot;&gt;baby blankets&lt;/a&gt;, high chairs, strollers, toys, room décor, to name a few. :) At &lt;em&gt;DesignerBaby.com&lt;/em&gt; you can find designer brands of baby furniture, bedding and decor minus the designer price tag! Designer brand with its stylish superiority and enduring quality at an affordable price? Yes. No kidding! If I were to become a first-time mom, I would have gone for this fantastic deal... &lt;em&gt;hehe…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I am not and we already have most of the necessary items, we won’t be buying as many things as the first time when baby #2 come along. It’ll be such a waste to not reuse our older children’s things since they are still in pretty good condition. The &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.designerbaby.com/crib-bedding-sets.html&quot;&gt;baby crib bedding &lt;/a&gt;set I got during Vanessa’s baby shower is still good. So are the strollers and most of her clothes, mitten, booties and toys. When I look at the pile of her outgrown clothes and toys, it brings back fond memories. It’s amazing how fast time has gone.&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-baby-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-209300306161143322</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-19T11:36:11.556+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breakfast</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">char kuey</category><title>Today&#39;s breakfast</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;By now, I’m sure you all have had your breakfast. Don’t tell me that you skipped breakfast &lt;em&gt;ya&lt;/em&gt;. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Skipping breakfast will not help us lose weight; but it can get us irritable, restless and tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what did you have for breakfast today? This is what I had. A piece of &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; from my favourite stall and a mug of black Nescafe. The &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; cost RM1.00 a piece. It has been for few years but recently I noticed that the length had been slightly reduced. Why? Price hike in the ingredients. No need to elaborate further &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. You guys are smart and can figure it out on your own. :)&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450181855609951986&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIM2FCsQCrX-31_IYd0iVHriNjx84V1pUMCZla0TxqAJeEGw9AVibF1TtEnCjvhME8AvLdw5rkIGriRHBWO2kLKTXyTYyPUTWpgHAS11cqh6E8mr92BO9ilaSIMZ-PKnyqrxBVOK6mC_T/s320/19032010(001).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the stall is located outside the vegetable market in Donggongon town. On the sidewalk between the vegetable market and pork market to be exact. Well, the &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; is not the only thing that the &lt;em&gt;tauke nyong&lt;/em&gt; are selling. She also sells buns (butter, &lt;em&gt;tausa&lt;/em&gt;, etc), &lt;em&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/em&gt;, fried noodles, newspaper and magazines. But the best seller would be the crispy &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt;. Some &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; are too salty but here it is just &lt;em&gt;ngam ngam&lt;/em&gt;. Normally, by 9am, the &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; are already sold-out. :)&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450181774763497554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATtcbvCh6i-oRYb1D4f0PF1KQ6OSeFr0pO44qQwoBGJTuVN1_LD9gXN7ldwLwB4zTntE_wpy69N8UVsdbg7awm7kW1XiyBrGYIJHpwenivNGkrW3xTdETHC03mVELn6ENbzenU1S6EIVX/s320/19032010.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may prefer to have our &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; “&lt;em&gt;kahwin&lt;/em&gt;” (married) but I always had mine plain. &lt;em&gt;Char kuey&lt;/em&gt; “&lt;em&gt;kahwin&lt;/em&gt;” is made by cutting the &lt;em&gt;char kuey&lt;/em&gt; into half and spread with &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt; paste on one side and Planta (margarine) on the other half. Then, they were put back together again and so, they were “married”. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-breakfast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIM2FCsQCrX-31_IYd0iVHriNjx84V1pUMCZla0TxqAJeEGw9AVibF1TtEnCjvhME8AvLdw5rkIGriRHBWO2kLKTXyTYyPUTWpgHAS11cqh6E8mr92BO9ilaSIMZ-PKnyqrxBVOK6mC_T/s72-c/19032010(001).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-3477425785235368473</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-16T15:34:34.881+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eyeglasses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online shopping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">optical</category><title>Cheap eyeglasses</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Prescription eyeglasses don’t have to cost a fortune anymore. You can get cheap eyeglasses online. One place I know of is &lt;em&gt;Zenni Optical.com&lt;/em&gt;. Being &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zennioptical.com/home.php&quot;&gt;the #1 online Rx glasses store&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Zenni &lt;/em&gt;offers a wide selection of eyeglasses. Well, they may not be designer glasses but if you are simply looking for a decent pair then why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449103700583218402&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPXz7AvTK3MVuXmibm1Ld6vKQ09EbgB9Nh5Yk-XgWPtDMscMik-QnpqDWrJxjo629arku3bdtF6vwlapVNkZ8SBBV1-Sl9ekxyxTuI-j-vYAEPHZ3NejwRtGUsghCe_16szrgE-31fSTA/s200/puretitanium.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zenni Optical&lt;/em&gt; takes considerable pride in being able to bring to all a very high quality product of great durability, safety and comfort at truly reasonable and affordable prices. This is the place to find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zennioptical.com/home.php&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;lowest price progressive glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Zenni&lt;/em&gt; are able to offer them at such low price because they have their own factories thus no middlemen and no retail overhead involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have never bought from &lt;em&gt;Zenni&lt;/em&gt; before, I do not have any personal experience to share. However, I know of one satisfied customer. :) You should read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.examiner.com/x-28795-Brooklyn-Liberal-Examiner~y2009m11d13-Cheap-eyeglasses-are-a-reality-Check-out-Erics-review-of-Zenni-Optical&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Eric’s review of Zenni Optical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheap-eyeglasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPXz7AvTK3MVuXmibm1Ld6vKQ09EbgB9Nh5Yk-XgWPtDMscMik-QnpqDWrJxjo629arku3bdtF6vwlapVNkZ8SBBV1-Sl9ekxyxTuI-j-vYAEPHZ3NejwRtGUsghCe_16szrgE-31fSTA/s72-c/puretitanium.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-2778289694234255674</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T17:35:39.260+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">book</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dan Brown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Lost Symbol</category><title>The best Monday</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;For months, I have been dying to get my hands on the latest Dan Brown’s book, The Lost Symbol. I know it has been long available in major bookstores in KK but being in hardcover, I couldn’t afford to buy one. RM99.90 is a big sum to me. I have to ‘suffer’ until it’s available in small-print paperback... :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know that my ‘suffering’ was about to end. During lunch, my heart was itching to go the Penampang Library. And…Yay! I couldn’t be happier with my visit. My ‘suffering’ ended TODAY. There on the “Returned Book” shelf was a copy of the book! Yup, you bet. The moment I found it, I grabbed it off the shelf and borrowed it pronto…&lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448791728975834642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietONxJ9wJIsKQTfSAJjmC-8jv5xFHR-RU12U8dlY_rGWhliuoZIDKKJ9M9kMD3pzV0e84tMrYmS4IRrlq81-0VlPD7nt3BhdVDVXc83CLpEto93lf0sTCfsPBcsOPxFZib-1js91kUTeo/s200/TheLostSymbol.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to find the book. I can hardly contain my happiness. I was smiling from ear to ear all the way back to the office. All the stress of Monday was soon forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is by far, the best Monday I ever had. :)</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietONxJ9wJIsKQTfSAJjmC-8jv5xFHR-RU12U8dlY_rGWhliuoZIDKKJ9M9kMD3pzV0e84tMrYmS4IRrlq81-0VlPD7nt3BhdVDVXc83CLpEto93lf0sTCfsPBcsOPxFZib-1js91kUTeo/s72-c/TheLostSymbol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-1709797498434676965</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-10T18:20:38.588+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gecko</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lizard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">monitor lizard</category><title>What was that?</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I went to an Aunt house few weeks ago. It’s been a while since my last visit.  I was waiting for her to open the door when I caught a glimpse of something protruding from under the cracked pavement of her frontyard. At first, I didn’t really pay attention to it. Then a few minutes later, I saw it moved.  Whoa..I wasted no time asking Aunt about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she’ll be surprised but I was wrong. She confirmed that there is indeed something living in the ground under the crack. It’s a small monitor lizard (&lt;em&gt;biawak&lt;/em&gt;). Well, I was really surprise because I didn’t expect to see one in an urban residential area. &lt;em&gt;Kalau di kampung lain cerita la…&lt;/em&gt; :) Good thing that I was not standing near the crack or else, I’d scream like crazy and terrify the whole neighbourhood.. LOL…I keep my distance from anything that belongs in the lizard family, the harmless gecko included…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to the main topic. According to Aunty, they only realize its existence only a few months ago. That was after her mother passed away few months earlier. Well, maybe it has been there all the while but didn’t make frequent appearance until then.  She mentioned about it to her friends and they advised her to treat ‘lizzy’ in good manners. Not to harm it, not to chase it away or something like that. They said, ‘lizzy’ may bring her and family good luck. Some even suggest that it could be the reincarnation of her deceased mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Aunty is not really a believer in superstitious stuff but she gladly follows their advice. “&lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; (as in her and family)&lt;em&gt; don’t mind having it around. It’s not like it’ll harm you or anything&lt;/em&gt;,” she said.  Yeah, right. *shudder*  Obviously, she and her kids have no fear of this creature. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;…Aunty, next time I come for a visit, I’ll make sure the ground is clear before stepping out of the car. I don’t want to harm  ‘lizzy’ &lt;em&gt;maa&lt;/em&gt;…*wink*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-was-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-7385476181529577153</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T09:17:22.755+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fruit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">macaroni</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">salad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weather</category><title>Chilled treats</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;In view of the scorching hot weather, I bet most of us would love to stay indoor as much as possible. Because my house is not equipped with air-conditioner we have to rely on the fans. However, the ceiling fan, although switched on to the max, it is still very hot inside the house. We had to resort to additional help from the standing fan as well. Yup, that’s how hot it is. The maximum temperature outside can go as high as 33 Celsius… &lt;em&gt;don’t play-play ah! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As if the hot weather wasn’t enough torture, there was power failure in our area yesterday afternoon. Huh! What a coincidence?! Vanessa was napping then and I was looking forward to some quiet “mommy time” watching TV, going online or reading a book when suddenly all the electrical appliances went dead! Dang! It certainly killed-off my mood to read. Instead I went to fan the little sleeping beauty, manually. Well, it didn’t take long before the she woke-up. I had expected that. Who can possibly sleep in that kinda heat? Thank God she was not cranky. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;No TV to watch. No mood to play. Luckily, I had fixed something chilly and yummy earlier on. I have made a bowl of macaroni and fruits salad and the most important thing, it’s chilled to perfection. Just the right thing to have in any hot day! &lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446214310195828434&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlC67XW0wNcCg44mJFVAuz5mlRXOTnTqoHh8I9GrIKSnfBCaSiH5tfGtAtIk1XRcZRMoThZZdRTSnneeoakyldnrrrhJl3qEfP-47GCaH6bHeDv9mo43EO4l8pTL_8gJlPjY3Cbrmpgw3U/s320/macaroni2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasib baik sempat ambik gambar sebelum habis kena makan...hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It’s so easy to make. All you need are macaroni, canned cocktail fruits or fresh fruits (I combined both), mayonnaise and low-fat plain yogurt. Cook the macaroni for 8-10 minutes, add some sugar and a pinch of salt. Drained the macaroni. Add in the mayo, yogurt and fruits. Mix well all ingredients and chilled before serving. Anybody can make this yummy food… :) We all loved it except Vanessa. She dislikes the sourish taste of the mayo and yogurt.&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446213495641181794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNINTy9VJfqFFyfznWwTmTIBWldUm3yEjsWohLXlevGzrgx7OsG_dgQITP1v_c0aofObDFJQeytnc7TJ1f7thEqxME4hD47LmG7aiycNmXllcMQZs4DUfWeZP_EcaGFm_FfpGv-XWZ2StW/s320/macaroni2+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Knowing that, I had made her these. I named them Crystal-Clear Treasure. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;…don’t mind the fancy name. These cute little ‘treasures’ are made of white &lt;em&gt;agar-agar&lt;/em&gt; (jelly) powder, cocktail fruits and sugar. Very appealing, don&#39;t you think? My little girl loves them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446211493824323074&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3mqRrhDXHDBenGrbcrNRMS8reRlufMVr66AumFfVg3yKk1YcaaSOCNvsOOW7Oc4Gj585XujWwojRv1icm2RohC63pMbmxHi_C-HZFpe01b8BFWiC6k3NRfvEmhfLlTsPRCiPB0xn-VKX/s320/jelly1+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/chilled-treats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlC67XW0wNcCg44mJFVAuz5mlRXOTnTqoHh8I9GrIKSnfBCaSiH5tfGtAtIk1XRcZRMoThZZdRTSnneeoakyldnrrrhJl3qEfP-47GCaH6bHeDv9mo43EO4l8pTL_8gJlPjY3Cbrmpgw3U/s72-c/macaroni2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-7861506216612351274</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T18:35:08.456+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">environment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">green</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Green Police</category><title>Green Police</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;You are still using plastic bag to load your groceries? If you do, you better look around before you ask the cashier for one because the &lt;a href=&quot;http://superbowlads.fanhouse.com/2010/audi-green-police/&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audi Green Police&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;may not be too far behind. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Who exactly are these fearful Audi Green Police? They are a fictional Green Police unit created by Audi, the German manufacturer of exquisite automobiles. The Audi Green Police, as described in their website, are “caricatures of today’s “green movement” and “a humorous group of individuals that have joined forces in an effort to collectively help guide consumers to make the right decision when it comes to the environment”. The Audi Green Police are here to facilitate our decisions-making, helping us to make a smarter and well-informed decision. As Audi says, “They’re not here to judge, merely to guide these decisions.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, their Green Police commercial which made their television debut during the 4th quarter of the Big Game on 7th February, received different reaction from the viewers. Some find it amusing while others find it offensive. Either way, the ad is definitely memorable. In it ordinary citizens are arrested for using plastic instead of paper, throwing away batteries, not composting orange rinds, possessing incandescent light bulbs and setting their hot tub thermostat too high. That’s how serious those Green Police are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, are there real Green Police in real life? Yes, there are. Numerous of them. In Israel, the main arm of the Ministry of Environmental Protection in the area of enforcement and deterrence is called “Green Police”. New York has officers within the state’s Department of Environmental Conservation that are affectionately called the “Green Police”. The “Green Police” is what Vietnam Environmental Police Department is popularly known as. And in the UK, they have a group who dresses in green as part of the Environment Agency’s squad to monitor excessive CO2 emissions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-police.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-4349631081820654949</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T18:41:10.081+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bathing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toddler  tantrums</category><title>Bathing tantrums</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Bathing time used to be Vanessa’s favourite time. She used to love it that bathing twice a day seems not enough. But, not anymore. The fun are over. Lately, she doesn’t even want to step a foot in the bathroom! Let alone taking a bath. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, her bathing time is around 09:30 in the morning and 5 o’clock in the evening. Now she will only take her bath at 11am and 6.30pm…and not after she put up some tantrums. &lt;em&gt;Bila saja sampai time mandi, misti mau berperang dulu &lt;/em&gt;… She&#39;ll scream and struggle when her clothes are removed. *sigh* I pity Mom and maid because they have to go through this tiresome task everyday except on the weekend where I will take over the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried various ways to persuade her. Talk to her, let her do it herself, let her bath with her rubber deer … &lt;em&gt;macam-macam la&lt;/em&gt;. Did it work? Yes, but only for a day or two. After that, we have to find another way to persuade her…and we are running out of idea already. *faint* &lt;em&gt;Ntah apa lagi cara mau pujuk ini budak kici&lt;/em&gt;…When soft-talk doesn’t seem to work, then we had to force her. She’ll end-up screaming, crying and throwing whatever item she can get hold of until the whole bathing process is over. It’s not a pretty sight and I would very much like to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some day when she feel like taking a bath, she will stay in the bathroom for an hour…&lt;em&gt;nda mau keluar2 dari tu  bathroom la pula&lt;/em&gt;. Eventually, we had to persuade her to leave and get dress. &lt;em&gt;Aduii..&lt;/em&gt;this little girl is causing me headache…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/bathing-tantrums.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-6426007221283726483</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-02T15:56:07.955+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">famous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">name</category><title>Famous name</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Have you ever read a book by Steve Berry? If you had, I’m sure you are familiar with the name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.namesbrowser.com/F_Cotton&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Cotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; Malone. Cotton is the nickname of the protagonist in his book. A former top operative for the U.S. Justice Department turned bookstore owner, Cotton was first introduced to us in &lt;em&gt;The Templar Legacy&lt;/em&gt;. Now after reading another three of Mr Berry’s latest books, I am still wondering how Cotton got his nickname. It is still a mystery. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, I browsed for the name in &lt;em&gt;Names Browser&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt; There are 200+ records of people having that name. That get me wondering, did any one of the Cotton Malone listed have ever receive phone calls asking if he is indeed the famous protagonist in Steve Berry’s book? *smile* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you want to reconnect with old friends, find a long lost relative or need to verify a person&#39;s contact information from your e-mail address book, &lt;em&gt;Names Browser&lt;/em&gt; can help you. By using their reverse e-mail lookup, you can get names and address (including city,state and zip code) of any e-mail address. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/famous-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-396248301369177982</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T19:06:14.625+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese new year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lion Dance</category><title>CNY 2010 Recap</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Here are the recaps of how we ushered in the Year of the Tiger. Please be warned that this is a long and winding post that may bore you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reunion Dinner @ 13th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more meaningful this year bcos FIL’s elder brother and one of his daughters, J, came all the way from Canada to join in the celebration. They had planned their vacation perfectly to coincide with the CNY celebration. The weekend before, J together with Hubby had conquered the Mt Kinabalu via the Mesilau Trail. Too bad for Aunty F and daughter, K, they didn’t succeed in their attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACapqTvphxJOvvrZyOIinb6ElHWDvExi_Ool9aT1vwMRu1EGvL-2-Aru-IOagR8FbWkVKkMjFvw7sOynySlzt3MdGFKfPH3rt8w3BQfJ0fY0ZQcqBMeT7UgBiwC4eSfBAQRgkN2E-Z9GV/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441758907841295170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACapqTvphxJOvvrZyOIinb6ElHWDvExi_Ool9aT1vwMRu1EGvL-2-Aru-IOagR8FbWkVKkMjFvw7sOynySlzt3MdGFKfPH3rt8w3BQfJ0fY0ZQcqBMeT7UgBiwC4eSfBAQRgkN2E-Z9GV/s200/DSC01226.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpoXqLmoEyvhwG1aUbi9IbqIeJo2yQsWTV1VwWk2ljzNo9JsANYOBlrgM7GJnv31dYBCdkS8LttyhD_28xtWtjjFxhyphenhyphenRXkdnUxr7fOB5_91tCvrVTJIjc2vrL2hmjnhLTpTI_PUHRkIbf/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441759252408782162&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpoXqLmoEyvhwG1aUbi9IbqIeJo2yQsWTV1VwWk2ljzNo9JsANYOBlrgM7GJnv31dYBCdkS8LttyhD_28xtWtjjFxhyphenhyphenRXkdnUxr7fOB5_91tCvrVTJIjc2vrL2hmjnhLTpTI_PUHRkIbf/s200/DSC01227.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo7BRWb-5aBTJzsztigZoQ32TOXs3ZTSqX-F0iUK-fuSuUFDzCfTCnAzndUs5oWbc1SHx0jb68NPfThzC_KN7MRh_LLXgTkkkCNOn08R0t06ZBtzT_adAVouojEqJOcBTT1Q-giwrNlTp/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441760232733062450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo7BRWb-5aBTJzsztigZoQ32TOXs3ZTSqX-F0iUK-fuSuUFDzCfTCnAzndUs5oWbc1SHx0jb68NPfThzC_KN7MRh_LLXgTkkkCNOn08R0t06ZBtzT_adAVouojEqJOcBTT1Q-giwrNlTp/s200/DSC01228.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg2KhebjOUi_AAJPUgMVJZqaVJ28C52pm-HZ6Rn9ckbCkHocOTkFLMZ8yfrRtlynFuUAPICV7JtSxWzDl2LOnGsA1NEgqitLbEGPvyOFYX2n-ZPfd49P-YQPVRtCuEV8xC2HWma8-FeYo/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441760532218252082&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg2KhebjOUi_AAJPUgMVJZqaVJ28C52pm-HZ6Rn9ckbCkHocOTkFLMZ8yfrRtlynFuUAPICV7JtSxWzDl2LOnGsA1NEgqitLbEGPvyOFYX2n-ZPfd49P-YQPVRtCuEV8xC2HWma8-FeYo/s200/DSC01229.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO9J2aEq9MB0TC9kGpDuFMSccBOoP0mNNEAY9eIDYa2b_u73mWHKfyrcEO2JrT7PMvcrYoJcOQ2uqUTwskUp7rcFotAMrG2ElSbDyCvuTxc81bphEY8vMWKgTncFRPSrVGljuVQPhr0OJ/s1600-h/Lion1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Back to the Reunion Dinner prep. As usual, all dishes were cooked by MIL aka Chief Cook…&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;.. The rest of us did our bit of helping as and when required. The guys were assigned to chopping the meats and fish, while we girls (SILs and a few cousins) were in charge of peeling, slicing or chopping onions, garlic, potatoes, vegetables etc. This year’s dishes were more or less the same as last year’s (Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Fish, Chicken Curry, &lt;em&gt;Rendang Daging&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Ayam Masak Merah&lt;/em&gt;, Mixed Vege, and Chicken Soup) except for the Stuffed Toufu which made it first debut. Dinner was great and the foods and drinks were enough for everybody. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6iMCRs86t9PkJeSdyzoBHGnVYBdvy2l4CMVRbjcz2BIb1BBubQYf2TKVjYKbbbJdt3JCG4Atfs25N4ayclQjR_MLLdqft080fWWRmQQBPMHp6IuYXupdYDHEOMXftf-_xm4HkH7s0O1z/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441758165357006610&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6iMCRs86t9PkJeSdyzoBHGnVYBdvy2l4CMVRbjcz2BIb1BBubQYf2TKVjYKbbbJdt3JCG4Atfs25N4ayclQjR_MLLdqft080fWWRmQQBPMHp6IuYXupdYDHEOMXftf-_xm4HkH7s0O1z/s200/DSC01230.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjH_Ge4Uy_4b5qF7Y5-ZOB2sfPgXTbbBmwC4swH7OhWedBnQ6J9PDAnYEscq3B4PT1Vp5tVv88uXShnhTb2gc7EQ7gBPnJSeuhe2yBxx95XzUAS1DAg14eHtEkOPT5tnCQpieOiTntogFF/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441758501550318434&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjH_Ge4Uy_4b5qF7Y5-ZOB2sfPgXTbbBmwC4swH7OhWedBnQ6J9PDAnYEscq3B4PT1Vp5tVv88uXShnhTb2gc7EQ7gBPnJSeuhe2yBxx95XzUAS1DAg14eHtEkOPT5tnCQpieOiTntogFF/s200/DSC01231.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the clock to hit 12pm, Hubby and another cousin barbequed some chicken wings. When midnight finally came, the guys went busy launching their firecrackers. Soon the entire Keningau Town came alive with ear-deafening sound of firecrackers everywhere and the sky was showered with colorful fireworks. Some sounds like dragon. Well, at least to me, that’s how a dragon should sound…LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is that I was unable to capture the spectacular view in photos. Vanessa who was so grumpy by then, insisted to be carried by Mommy only. She refused everybody else including Daddy. Her grumpiness had to do with her being tired of playing the whole day and inability to sleep. How could anybody sleep with all the noise outside? She was actually mesmerized by the fireworks but not the firecrackers. She hated them and covered both her ears at the sound of it. After all the noises subside then only she was able to sleep. *relief* The gambling downstairs continued until 2am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day of CNY @ 14th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us woke-up quite late, around 8am. After an express breakfast, we were busy again helping MIL and FIL in the kitchen. While we were busy at work, suddenly we heard the loud drum of the Lion Dance troop. We were like, “Huh?? Why so early??” It was only 10am. Normally, they’ll come in the afternoon when all the guests had arrived with their children. Nevertheless, we went out to watch their performance. Upon seeing only a few of us spectators, the troop or rather, their leader was de-motivated. After some photography session, they did their brief performance. It ought to be the briefest performance ever, barely 5 minutes and they’re done…much to our disappointment. However, there was somebody who was so relieved when the Troop left. That person was Vanessa. She was terrified with the pair of “Lion” that she refused to be photographed with them. Needless to say, she cried out loud when I took her near them. She covered both her ears the whole time when they did their dance..&lt;em&gt;hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO9J2aEq9MB0TC9kGpDuFMSccBOoP0mNNEAY9eIDYa2b_u73mWHKfyrcEO2JrT7PMvcrYoJcOQ2uqUTwskUp7rcFotAMrG2ElSbDyCvuTxc81bphEY8vMWKgTncFRPSrVGljuVQPhr0OJ/s1600-h/Lion1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441762149602631106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO9J2aEq9MB0TC9kGpDuFMSccBOoP0mNNEAY9eIDYa2b_u73mWHKfyrcEO2JrT7PMvcrYoJcOQ2uqUTwskUp7rcFotAMrG2ElSbDyCvuTxc81bphEY8vMWKgTncFRPSrVGljuVQPhr0OJ/s200/Lion1.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Then another unexpected event came in the afternoon, the Junior Lion Troop came to perform. Their debut performance. Except for their leader, the troop was made up of kids/teenagers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6SSlQjnSN6O7kPXsSsD6EGujT4GlntiutRmeXiLsvPDNCrBIHjwAbG-sHyUxJ-aJ_dxAOKc0qmffkgxmfSjjtC5Moe2kttD9i_Q06-SuGQPvS35uKNrz3rsUEQeZXYY3etxOu0AJzZoK/s1600-h/LionJr1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441762605491258338&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6SSlQjnSN6O7kPXsSsD6EGujT4GlntiutRmeXiLsvPDNCrBIHjwAbG-sHyUxJ-aJ_dxAOKc0qmffkgxmfSjjtC5Moe2kttD9i_Q06-SuGQPvS35uKNrz3rsUEQeZXYY3etxOu0AJzZoK/s200/LionJr1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The guests were pretty much the same crowd as the years before. Some came and go after a while but there were also those who stayed long enough to test their luck in gambling. The games of choice are &lt;em&gt;21 &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Lap-Lap Fu&lt;/em&gt; for the adults and the &lt;em&gt;Katam-Katam&lt;/em&gt; for the kids. No gambling for me this year...was kinda lazy to participate…&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day of CNY @ 15th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home most of the time. Doing some cleaning and tidying up around the house. And also washing the dishes and cups. There were some guests; friends of SILs’ and BILs’ came to visit. Hubby was disappointed that none of his friends came over despite their promise to come. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we went to Hubby’s ex-classmate, M’s house. Once again, Hubby was disappointed as his other classmates had already left when we arrived. He was hoping that he might catch some of them there. Nevertheless, Hubby was glad to meet M. It w as the first time the two classmates met each other after completing their SPM. M is now a happy mother of three kids. When two old friends meet, there were soo many things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our visit was cut short when all of a sudden Vanessa throw-up in the living room. Too much mandarin orange, &lt;em&gt;minuman kotak&lt;/em&gt; and cookies…everything &lt;em&gt;campur-campur&lt;/em&gt;. I felt guilty for the mess and helped M to clean it while Hubby took Vanessa to the bathroom. After distributing &lt;em&gt;angpau&lt;/em&gt;s, we left M’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we left for KK. Hubby’s cousin, J needed to do her shopping before she leaves for Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So, like that &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; our CNY celebration this year.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-2010-recap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACapqTvphxJOvvrZyOIinb6ElHWDvExi_Ool9aT1vwMRu1EGvL-2-Aru-IOagR8FbWkVKkMjFvw7sOynySlzt3MdGFKfPH3rt8w3BQfJ0fY0ZQcqBMeT7UgBiwC4eSfBAQRgkN2E-Z9GV/s72-c/DSC01226.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-3212792674394902520</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T17:27:45.724+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chinese costume</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese new year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><title>The hunt for Chinese costume</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I’ve learned my lesson. Next year, I will decide early on whether to buy ready made &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; or custom made &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; for my girl. This year, I wanted to dress her in a red &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; but because of my indecisive/procrastinating, I couldn’t find one that fit her well. Yeah, I know, procrastinating is bad but like they said, bad habit dies hard. *smile* Next year, Mommy will get you a &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt;, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching high and low at all the shops in &lt;em&gt;Donggongon, Segama , Centre Point, Wisma Merdeka&lt;/em&gt; , I still couldn’t find her the right one. They were either a size too big or too small or they were not red in colour. Finally, we found this &lt;em&gt;samfu&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Servay Hypermarket, Putatan&lt;/em&gt; on 12th Feb. Just in time. Well, it’s not &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; but I guess, we were lucky enough to find this red &lt;em&gt;samfu&lt;/em&gt; and the size is just &lt;em&gt;ngam &lt;/em&gt;for my little girl…&lt;em&gt;phew&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRjdRs5a7hRM86RjSBtxnirnQC3Vye92oLDByx-Dq6YFxy8nssLPOPOJ61RAo-NWE6O_lEuh5uQ_Cvw_5poF0E2nmu5-S_1eZSDvDofb6ItU__Yzqkbf_rABMv12LHN0ZWwR3_Dr-IxG-/s1600-h/CNY1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441366200873980898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRjdRs5a7hRM86RjSBtxnirnQC3Vye92oLDByx-Dq6YFxy8nssLPOPOJ61RAo-NWE6O_lEuh5uQ_Cvw_5poF0E2nmu5-S_1eZSDvDofb6ItU__Yzqkbf_rABMv12LHN0ZWwR3_Dr-IxG-/s200/CNY1.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDHIt9Z_4te9TClAELJzDOW0tcBYLABAXG2BpRCnYVmavUaJoKNy0jtZ9t-gF_-8gWStxvcfJkkLVo-BacRMdxCfKE7u9uRYm2rEMqG2I2YzWjxms-65aSZCdVU-u3xeh7ppo1h2vbDV3/s1600-h/CNY2.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441366306967758594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDHIt9Z_4te9TClAELJzDOW0tcBYLABAXG2BpRCnYVmavUaJoKNy0jtZ9t-gF_-8gWStxvcfJkkLVo-BacRMdxCfKE7u9uRYm2rEMqG2I2YzWjxms-65aSZCdVU-u3xeh7ppo1h2vbDV3/s200/CNY2.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Though it’s not mandatory to wear Chinese costume during CNY, but children looks so cute in them. Besides, even without them saying so, I know FIL and MIL would love to see their granddaughter in one. *smile* It’s not everyday that you get to see them wearing such costume…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, answering &lt;em&gt;Just &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Mouren’&lt;/em&gt;s bonus question, “How much &lt;em&gt;angpau&lt;/em&gt; did Vanessa get this year?” *smile* Not as much as last year. But, I’m not complaining. Whatever the amount is, I am grateful for Vanessa’s &lt;em&gt;rezeki&lt;/em&gt;. No doubt that all her &lt;em&gt;angpau&lt;/em&gt; money will go into her saving. Most (if not all) parents will do the same, right? Or, you have better idea on how to manage your kids’ money? *smile*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunt-for-chinese-costume.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRjdRs5a7hRM86RjSBtxnirnQC3Vye92oLDByx-Dq6YFxy8nssLPOPOJ61RAo-NWE6O_lEuh5uQ_Cvw_5poF0E2nmu5-S_1eZSDvDofb6ItU__Yzqkbf_rABMv12LHN0ZWwR3_Dr-IxG-/s72-c/CNY1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-1507379385881502735</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 10:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T18:25:18.206+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>I&#39;m back</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Physically, I am back to work. *grin* I can’t say the same about my heart and mind though. They are still on holiday…hahaha…Anyway, here I am., doing a very short post before going off. For five days, I haven’t updated my blog. Gosh, I miss it terribly! *smile* Of course, I miss visiting yours too. I’ll be making my round, blogwalking tomorrow. *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-7070333710034904343</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-12T16:40:20.224+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese new year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Valentine&#39;s Day</category><title>When Cupid and Tiger arrive together ...</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;The official day for love and affection, Valentine’s Day and the first day of the Chinese New Year – Year of the Tiger falls on the same day this year, 14th February, 2010. It is only the third time since 1900 that Chinese New Year (CNY) has fallen on the same day as Valentine’s Day. The next time it’ll happen again is in the year 2048! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437272268806512242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpISsXGhlg6BJmm25APRIXx3DENwOuNySYb0Jbp85HU5tpWRSQ1GskyDiGBtYiHPYxliZvhccnV2tEl_E1733AnaLPgbvUjv3wyqtWwRZApYehrwFaL1-xIzFx5eSnauVBJn7ZZOpx4nv/s320/valentines1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire Year of the Tiger is suggested to be filled with passion and capable of great love. Chinese or non-Chinese alike, let’s take this advantage to express our love to family and friends or even deepen our love with our significant half. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437270549641522530&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYetRkJIG8Nq2chbVNsuxfTkSR2Q6SMGBXE4JDbXy1g3bMmhz8Y9QwcK8Z-8J9ParNo7Ryix0XDbWXbDx4kGbsUSyqotpKQua7UnsVTN65jcChiXRoDzwawJlLsWZbDokxTIGimk3hnN9D/s320/bannerCNY.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile* Tomorrow, I’ll be off to my in-laws to celebrate CNY. So here’s wishing you &lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FAI CAI, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well. May this year be an prosperous year for all of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-cupid-and-tiger-arrive-together.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpISsXGhlg6BJmm25APRIXx3DENwOuNySYb0Jbp85HU5tpWRSQ1GskyDiGBtYiHPYxliZvhccnV2tEl_E1733AnaLPgbvUjv3wyqtWwRZApYehrwFaL1-xIzFx5eSnauVBJn7ZZOpx4nv/s72-c/valentines1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-173432709031096881</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T15:13:14.991+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">book</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pet</category><title>Another mischievous pet story</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;In my last post, I talked about one of my cat sleeping and scratching hubby’s car. Now, it was my dog, &lt;em&gt;Nino&lt;/em&gt;’s turn to act up. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;…no, he did not climb on the car and sleep on the roof. Nothing like that. If he dares to do that, he’ll be long gone by now to another district or another &lt;em&gt;kampung&lt;/em&gt; (village). &lt;em&gt;Kena buang daerah le..apa lagi?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did &lt;em&gt;Nino&lt;/em&gt; do? He chewed my book! I had left the book on the table outside for less than 5 minutes. When I returned, the book was no longer there. At first, I thought my maid or mom had taken it inside while I was pushing Vanessa on her stroller. Yes, my two-year old toddler misses her stroller so much. She insisted on a few rounds at the lawn..&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;..Okay, when Mom and maid confirmed they didn’t, I was puzzled. I swear I left it there. Nobody took it yet it was nowhere to be seen? Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard some noise at the side of the house. I went to take a closer look and there it was! My book or what was left of it anyway, was dangling from Nino’s mouth. Torn pieces were everywhere on the floor. I yelled at him, half hoping he’ll abandon it. *slap forehead* Silly me. What was I thinking? The yell only stopped his chewing but dropped it? No way. I tried to pull out the book but he’s not going to surrender his new toy easily. Instead, he moved further. He thought I was playing a game with him! *faint* When I finally caught him, I quickly grabbed the book. Eventually, he let go of his ‘treasure’ but not after some tug of war. &lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;…Good thing that &lt;em&gt;Nino&lt;/em&gt; is a small sized-dog…LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was left of my book. Only the middle part survived. The beginning and the ending was completely destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcgjAFQrmhtW5OyIYouZVgVFXCwb8_ryNbgbufyisF9TThZFJjvs-ntnJl6di-Bw2aIIm_GlvweMgP2KB3d89GhP_GdDIQaRDKrh-pdk5h8WPPUDImyJTU9iB1xBheMixbPMP0Shcur0J/s1600-h/08022010(008).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436136113849662546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcgjAFQrmhtW5OyIYouZVgVFXCwb8_ryNbgbufyisF9TThZFJjvs-ntnJl6di-Bw2aIIm_GlvweMgP2KB3d89GhP_GdDIQaRDKrh-pdk5h8WPPUDImyJTU9iB1xBheMixbPMP0Shcur0J/s320/08022010(008).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38J91plcmZN9-YyJaZFvTG6wnFiN2CxXhvnHTv6aEHd_krcLtNyTFpMjN6QC703iny0GVy_rc1UhXVUQLv6KgN754jM_kTQLcIphNHa2LyyDBQU2jM6d8qyKGqIC85Z7B-b3Hy75tYW29/s1600-h/08022010(007).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436136015038963634&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38J91plcmZN9-YyJaZFvTG6wnFiN2CxXhvnHTv6aEHd_krcLtNyTFpMjN6QC703iny0GVy_rc1UhXVUQLv6KgN754jM_kTQLcIphNHa2LyyDBQU2jM6d8qyKGqIC85Z7B-b3Hy75tYW29/s320/08022010(007).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;:( My heart still ache for not able to read it to the end. Should I buy a replacement to cure this heartache ? Hmmm..I’m thinking about it…*wink*…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-mischievous-pet-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcgjAFQrmhtW5OyIYouZVgVFXCwb8_ryNbgbufyisF9TThZFJjvs-ntnJl6di-Bw2aIIm_GlvweMgP2KB3d89GhP_GdDIQaRDKrh-pdk5h8WPPUDImyJTU9iB1xBheMixbPMP0Shcur0J/s72-c/08022010(008).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-1139147828395202054</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-01T17:35:15.081+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scratch</category><title>A cat on the car roof</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;, what a relief! My worries were unfounded after all. *smile*  Okay, here’s the story. Hubby was away in &lt;em&gt;Pulau Tiga&lt;/em&gt; aka The Surviviors’ Island (It was in that island where the first Survivor was filmed) since Friday for his 3-days company trip. He left his car at home. As I opened the door yesterday morning, my heart did a somersault. There on hubby’s car roof, all curled up and obviously, sound asleep was one of my cat! He must have been sleeping there the whole night. The hood was full of dirty cat’s print and fine scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried (or, rather paranoid) that hubby will get mad and strangle my cat. Er, strangle? Ah, that is most unlikely to happen. Maybe hubby would scare the hell of out the cat that it dares not to return home again? Maybe hubby would give it away? Neither thought were comforting. :( &lt;em&gt;Kucing ku kena buang daerah? Aduii sedihnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately checked the scratches. Please, please…no major damage, please, I silently prayed.  I ran my fingernail on the scratches and I didn’t feel anything. Yes! A positive sign that the scratches were not deep! &lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;…I sent the car to the car wash. Had it cleaned and the hood polished. Hoping that the scratches will be less visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wash and polish, thank goodness that the scratches weren’t so bad. And since the car is black in color, the only way you can see the scratches is when the sun hits it at the right angle or when you go up close to the car. Nonetheless, the scathes are well, annoying. When hubby came back last night, I told him about the scratches. As expected, he went straight to inspect the damage. “&lt;em&gt;Nasib baik tida teruk.&lt;/em&gt; (Luckily, they were no so bad),” was his comment.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, its time for us to buy covers for our cars…in case, my cats decided to hop on and sleep on them again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/cat-on-car-roof.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-2656971015220961476</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T15:12:53.144+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">charity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clothes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online shopping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><title>Shopping for a good cause</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;There was this tall and slim lady queuing at the cashier counter. She was two persons in front. I don’t know her but I know that she is going shopping this weekend for &lt;a href=&quot;http://oprahstore.oprah.com/c-30-yoga-exercise.aspx&quot;&gt;yoga clothes&lt;/a&gt;. How did I know about her plan? Well, I heard her talking about it on her mobile. Hey, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it was impossible not to listen. :) She was talking loud enough for the entire queue to hear. Some people just can’t tone down their volume, can they? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to tell her about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVmur0952Yg&quot;&gt;Oprah Store&lt;/a&gt;, you know but nah, I minded my own business…hehe.. From the name itself, &lt;em&gt;Oprah Store&lt;/em&gt;, you can tell that the store has something to do with Oprah. Yup, Oprah as in the rich and famous talk show host, Oprah Winfrey. She owns the store. It is a specially store full of merchandise that represents the style and taste this celebrity celebrates and shares on her talk show and her magazines. It has diversified products that include souvenir items such as selected South African arts and crafts, &lt;a href=&quot;http://oprahstore.oprah.com/womens-clothing/c-31-sleepwear-lounge.aspx&quot;&gt;loungewear&lt;/a&gt;, sleepwear, basics, O baby, yoga and exercise clothing, men’s clothing and more. There certainly is something for everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, Oprah is a celebrity with a big-heart. Therefore, 100% of the profits from the sale of Angel Network apparel will go to Oprah’s Angel Network. Same goes with the profits from the sale of Leadership Academy apparel, 100% of it will benefit The Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy Foundation. So, every time you buy apparel in these two lines, you are actually helping the needy. Now that’s what I call shopping for a good cause. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommamiaspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-for-good-cause.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mama Mia)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4917320050220841778.post-8588586087346203380</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 09:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-27T17:15:22.271+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">song</category><title>A bubbly song ...</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;No desperate call from the Acc Dept today.  Ahh, finally, they get my message crystal clear.   Now that I’m done re-arranging, tidying-up old files and entering new data into the system, I can relax a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have already heard this song numerous times but I’ll share it anyway. I’m no big fan of Michael Buble but I love this upbeat number. A bubbly (no pun intended) song like this will cheer up anyone having sour mood. :) Oh, love the video too. 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