<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 00:21:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>GENERAL</category><category>STORY TELLING</category><category>KIDDY WORLD</category><category>My COLLECTION</category><category>MY OPINION</category><category>SALES SALES SALES</category><category>AUCTIONS</category><category>HEALTH and SUPPLEMENT</category><category>PETS</category><category>EVENTS</category><category>Friendship</category><title>My House</title><description>My private views on anything or any issues ...</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>Copyright Reserved by MyBargainHouse</copyright><itunes:keywords>love,tender,loving,care,classic,oldies,soothing,pure,heart,breaking,alive,happy,lively,my,life,my,love</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>Tune in &amp; enjoy........</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Tune in &amp; enjoy........</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Music"/><itunes:category text="Kids &amp; Family"/><itunes:category text="News &amp; Politics"/><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"><itunes:category text="Personal Journals"/></itunes:category><itunes:category text="Health"><itunes:category text="Alternative Health"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-7194739122257673595</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2015 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-09T00:23:19.701+08:00</atom:updated><title>My life experience (part 2)</title><description>&amp;nbsp;Everyone needs someone close for comfort when they feel sad and down right? Well i befriended a girl , no names should be mention, I was so addicted to telling her my grievances. There was no doubt about it. After work, I would call her and talked for hours, she was indeed a very good listener. That time I thought it was a very good idea to have her as my bestirs. Why? Because she is smart. She never had to endure what I have to in the work place. She knows the right things to say, right moves, everything she did was just perfect. Our superior just love having her nearby her. Of course she don't need to perform messy jobs like I did. She was never given timeline for work. She knows how to cover for herself. She knows when and what to give as a gift to our superior on her birthday. I didn't know that this was a necessity. I was brought up in a simple lifestyle. Furthermore i had no access to my own account i. Thanks to my then crazy boyfriend. I can't even shop with my own money what more to say buy someone a gift!!! (Don't judge me readers. Some of you may think I could just get rid of him. Please remember i did say he was crazy and possesive. I feared him. I am scared shit of him)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is i found out after more than 10 years he was womanizing while dating me. While he was so busy controlling my movements I am shocked he had the time to woo others. Let's take this down as my first shock of men. How selfish they can be. And how one woman is never enough for their ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was desperate to break off with him. I would kill my self if I have to end up marrying him. Well that was my plan &amp;nbsp;then. Only plan i had. It felt like a good one then. I hated him so much and I dislike how his family treated me. No way was I going to end up beating his surname. No way no how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotten how but I cooked up an excuse to temporarily cool off friday m each other. Wow can u imagine a heavy stone lifted from my chest? Anyway I didn't miss him at all until for no reason he was back in my life with his usual verbal and mental abusing me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the cooling off period i allowed myself to get to know other men that tried to woo me. It was only then I realized that not all men are the same. Some are nice. They are not as rude and crazy as him. Though I dare not allow myself to trust any of them. It looks and sound too good to be true. I had many suiters but ..... I am just afraid of getting hurt. It was better to leave nature taking its own course. If it was meant to be then it shall be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even encountered 3 men who wooed me at the same time. It was only on a later stage that i found out three of them had a bet on me. Who should win my heart first.. This marked as my 2nd shock about men. They didn't mind the girl getting hurt, they just want to feel the feeling of victory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not have any friends i was not allowed any. If he found out about me having friends he will looked them up and .... Scare them away from me.. &amp;nbsp;But secretly I hide a bestie that i would confide my darkest secrets to daily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2015/03/my-life-experience-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-7293269382544459731</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2015 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-08T23:49:17.210+08:00</atom:updated><title>My life experience (part 1)</title><description>As I was growing up i was taught not to lie and steal. My mom told me it takes only one lie or one steal to brand you as a liar and a thief. I was actually brainwashed into believing my life will be surrounded by nice and decent society except for a sarcastic few&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I left school , which leads me to working in an organization in which i still believe or more like it never cross my mind there will be liars or thieves. I have live peaceful life since childhood, never having to butter coating anyone to have a good day. I live in a a world of culture in which everyone does as they are told , no argument is acceptable , you just do as you are told, simple as that. Never in my mind that i would imagine i will be joining an organization of which i observed everyone is doing their best to please those with higher authority. Why? So that they could work peacefully without getting bullied. I was in awe of what is happening, i was never taught of such acts nor was I ever been exposed to it. So obviously life was hell in there. I was yelled at in public, humiliated, given the type of work no other female workers wished for... Digging for files among big boxes in a suffocating and dusty room. Of coz not to mention i was given only 30 minutes max to locate the file each time. Now they won't want me to take my sweet time and spend half a day in a hot, stuffy, messy room right? My work desk is at the ground floor but the messy stuffy room is at the 3rd floor. In my 4 inches heels I gotta to ran up and down in less than 30 min because the time line given include getting all documents readily type without any mistakes &amp;nbsp;(by me of course), filed nicely and presenting it to my superiors for signing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say I despise my work. If I am on leave no one is required to relieve me. Any requests for documents of such can be delayed till my return. It's never a good sight first thing in the morning after a vacation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think I do not have any stress at work, i happened to be dating a crazy and possesive guy (i was too naive to know he is crazy then) i described him as crazy because I feel he deserved this title. He would check on me. I am not allowed to even have any friend, not even a girl for a friend. I am not allowed to shop with my own money. I am not allowed to follow my family for yearly picnic outings. I can't breathe. I felt so suffocated. At work and with this sort of "bacteria" stuck to me. It was a nightmare my princess like life has turn into a nightmare. A horrible one in which I must learn the best way to survive in a foreign world (to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2015/03/my-life-experience-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-4362885529882874449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2014 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-27T22:06:29.811+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><title>What Is Your Limit?</title><description>In my lifetime I come across many different types of individuals. Some good some not so bad some are assholes .. Hahahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure everyone has similar experiences in their lives too. How we handle the society that surrounds us is the same as how one handles their stress. Many times i been given advises "stress is only stress if you see it as stress or if you take it too seriously". My reply is the same as always "it is easier said than done" . It is always so easy to give advise but only ourselves can understand the depth of our own unhappiness and stress. I always appreciate friends who gave me advises even though it is impossible for me to follow through. I am grateful because it shows yah i have many friends who cares for me unconditionally though some advises are so so impossible .. Yet i thank them and i love them deeply&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some instances it is also these so called friends that could hurt me the most. Maybe i never expect them to become inconsiderate and cold like those people who are just passers by in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yearn for true friends and sincerity in my life . After much of searching i came across only two ladies who will be by my side during my time of needs and sadness .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet these two ladies are the only friends that i spend less time with...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/what-is-your-limit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-4325871901921300614</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Dec 2013 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-26T23:40:45.336+08:00</atom:updated><title>All I Want For Christmas</title><description>&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;It is the last month of the year. It is near to 1st of Jamiary of the coming new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;All I want for Christmas is Love. For me , i longed for unconditional love. The kind of man that does not put himself before me. Everyone has their up and down times. I am not good at delivering the message &amp;nbsp;verbally. This blog helps me to expressu feelings , my inner self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;This year seems to be my i.. How do i e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;Explain... somehow the worst ever year for me.. Well, it is not due to health . I know if it is due to health it will really kill me . This year... I failed in work , in relationship , in friendship... Everything i touches turns black (not gold , mind you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;People i met this year ... How do i say this , mostly bad but there are some good ones of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;I longed for something that is free and ever ready if it comes from the right guy. Problem is it always came from the wrong ones !!! &#128534;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want a guy to show me be truly care for me' just one day. One day it is all about me. Not having to wait in line or queue for an uncertain period of time' just once it is about me. Just once i am not cast aside at the last minute after having put on hold everything for him' Just once it is about Me! Especially now, this 2013zzz it has been neay 365 days, i have felt affections from those i do not share same with. Is it my wrong to show more affections than them to me when i am in cloud 9? Now is it my wrong to sit back and wait for them to realise i need those kind affection or love back at this time. It is free. It is super charged with power to bring me forward . It can give me the guidance in life. If may lead me to success. It is the light to my path now.... Please God! I tries to be good .. As good as i can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;Can i now have some peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2013/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-5807498211297899650</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-29T23:06:55.942+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GENERAL</category><title>When Tough Gets Tougher</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Sometimes when we are at our lowest we feel that we are at the end of a road. We do not hope for anything except for a smooth ride through the day. We hope to wake up to a better day the next morning or we hope we are just having a bad dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Though having tough days are a norm in these times but there's a saying ",when the tough gets tougher the tough gets going".... My personal experience is a good example. When my days gets tougher I swallow all my bitterness and hoping my day will get better n pretend all the bad news I received is just my imagination. As my day gets worst I noticed I will get a surprise of a long awaiting news... Is it because someone up there love me? Or is it like how the old folks saying goes .. when u don't have the body of a super model, you will gain with a beauty of your own, be it your personality, or maybe your features , or maybe its your beautiful complexion, or ..... You'r just beautiful in your own world........ :)&lt;/p&gt;
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Sometimes i wonder if she is putting on a show or is it real? However, I concluded my findings , am sure she is a &lt;b&gt;Drama Queen&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe she has histrionic personality disorder too. She can cry anytime of the day for any reason at any place. She has no dignity and self respect. She can drive to Lucas house and making her presence felt by crying in her car. Parked at the entrance of his house. She does not care if Lucas's mother and brother has low opinions of her. She does not care as long as she gets Lucas's attention. Annabelle would drive all over the city looking for Lucas's vehicle, parked next to his car, waited till he came and spotted her. All she ever wanted is attention. What is so great about dignity and self respect to her?&lt;br /&gt;
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Annabelle can do horrible things yet has no feelings of guilt or shame. Some of the stories she boasted to me are unexpected terrible doings of hers. I felt sorry for her victims. Never thought I would one day be one of her victims. Annabelle is stubborn like a bull or maybe a donkey, egoistic like a lion. She has anger issues. She has nothing good , only the worst, to say about anyone else including Lucas. In fact , Lucas got the worst remarks from her. Yet she could not get enough of him. She could not let go. Why? She claimed she does not love him anymore. She allows her ego to lead her. She could not let go due to her egoistic ways. She is just not the type of woman to accept being neglected or ignored. After all, in her mind, She is perfect and flawless.&lt;br /&gt;
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If it is love that Annabelle has for Lucas, would she display herself as single and available in pubs, bistros and karaoke so men would woo her and bring her to bed? Easier to woo her than to break off with her. I don't think any of her generous men has ever managed to get out from her life. Annabelle will find ways to lie her way back into their lives and always a dame in distress waiting for her hero to save. &lt;br /&gt;
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Men she chose are generous and humorous and preferably not high in IQ like Lucas. Makes it easier for her to be in control. &amp;nbsp;The best are those who has the time to chat with her whole day long. &amp;nbsp;She is really into those who agree with everything she says. She projected herself as a "good gal" in these places. People who dislike her label her as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Like a Virgin"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;??.. She ordered green tea. She is extremely shy when men approached her. She would lower her head , eyes looking up, flashing her fake eye lashes when men approached her. The men can talk whole night while she responded with flashing those fake eye lashes of hers. Its quite a scene watching her portray as a helpless dame and letting those men think they are leading while in fact, they are already trapped and hooked by her.&lt;br /&gt;
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As if FB is not good enough, Annabelle would not mind harassing women who contacts Lucas. When all that she had done is not enough to control him , Annabelle chose to physically abuse Lucas. I was shocked to learn of her anger management issues. Apparently her ways of clawing, beating , hitting, scratching her men are her ways of "taming" her men (pets). Annabelle abused all the men she dated except for Daniel. Her favorite part is taking a knife from the kitchen and go after them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Which is worst? Would you prefer the physical abuse or having all your clothes shredded to pieces? I guess for Lucas , all her reactions are proof of love. Her stalking, harassing his female friends, shredding all his work shirts to pieces, verbal and physical abuse are still acceptable. After all , Annabelle told him that I taught her all these to break them up. I am her Mastermind. For the record, I do not believe Evil can be taught.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can never understand why she has problems letting go since she has been sleeping around behind Lucas's back. During their courtship and during their break up period. This has been her lifestyle even before she met Lucas. She would have affairs with few men at the same time. She would be in one relationship that benefit her in monetary terms and at the same time, has other affairs. I guessed this way she would not feel neglected or unwanted and getting a fat bank account. She has no trouble asking for gifts. She is anything but shy. Annabelle broke off with Daniel after three months because she could not get a cent out of him. Daniel is a soft spoken well mannered businessman. He comes from a loving and well to do family. Definitely a mismatch from the beginning. Daniel has problem trusting her as he was told Annabelle is dating others behind his backs. After twice of getting cheated by Annabelle, Daniel jilted her. He is the only guy who never too keen to keep in touch with her. The lucky one that got away. On that day, Annabelle was dump by Daniel and Teddy. As such, she went back to Lucas, forgetting all the negative remarks she ever made about him. Lucas will always be the one she turn to when she is sad. Lucas is easily influenced by her. Annabelle can lie through her teeth and Lucas will still believe her. To the point that he was the one who gave her STD.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annabelle boasted how she got her man, Teddy, from hometown to buy her an iphone 4S and the same time made Lucas agree to buy her one too. Lucas does not have enough money to get her the iPhone 4S so she told him that she will get the iphone 4S on her own first. Lucas will need to pay her back. As collateral she took his passport, a gold necklace and a gold ring which was a gift from Lucas's former girlfriend, all without his knowledge. After 2 years, the passport is still with Annabelle. Stealing and stalking are one of her many talents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her famous quotes are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why cant any men love me? all i want is love but all they want is sex.. is that so difficult?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"as long as a man is willing to spent on woman, that is love"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. &amp;nbsp;due to her insecurity she labeled everyone that she know (including me) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eat Shit Dog"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (direct translation from local dialect of hokkien) It means a hopeless human being who never learn or improve his or her ways... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That girl cannot be trusted. She is a liar".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That friend is not my true friend. She betrayed me. She was not there to help me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pig Dog Friend"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (direct translation from local dialect of hokkien. It rhyme better in hokkien) , means her friend that is in the animal category, of no value to her ..&lt;br /&gt;
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Its obvious nobody's perfect Except Annabelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-letter-s-or-part-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1yXnSucNeJusfUIZe3zfO2iIPqwRVGkSpZONHBzV5gIPI8TwgpwMVXSIZT_1B4_32Pugc11u1-0HndkPDHzm61vjJIgx1Z76anJ-5E5IEjMAirWT6tvMNVlaxQfy1LliP5l1U8RuAn6X/s72-c/no+friends.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-6155306471007814275</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-05T09:00:11.774+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">STORY TELLING</category><title>THE LETTER &amp;quot;S&amp;quot; OR &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; (PART II)</title><description>Annabelle did very well in her sales considering no training has been provided. She has the ability to make others believe she is the right source in the beauty line. She is the type who does not practise what she preached.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annabelle called me one day to place some orders and I later learnt that her MIA is due to her rocky love affair with Lucas. The usual issues of relationship when there is no trust  the other party will feel suffocated. It is from there our business relationship turn to friendship. &lt;br /&gt;
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I later advised Annabelle to have some confident in her relationship since no one will be happy when there is always some doubts. She decided to stop everything she is doing in order to follow Lucas where ever he goes. Even during working hours. This way she will know who he is in contact with.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mistake was i took pity in her and being there for her. The "being there for her" session grew longer. From a call to a tea break and from there to a whole day spent with her. Soon it was clubbing from 10pm to 3 am. Though it is not my lifestyle but knowing her needs to gain attention so to temporary forget Lucas, I bear with her . It is time consuming and definitely not cost effective. &amp;nbsp;At one point it also felt like privacy being invaded or worst, life threatening for me. She seems to be living in her own world. There are only her and herself. Only she is important. Only she is always right. Only she is attractive. Only she is perfect. Yet, why is she always complaining about not being happy? Why is she in pain from feeling lonely? She cries everyday, like a crocodile crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is from this day, I realize Annabelle has the heart made of steel and painted in dark shades. Reality struck me hard when i lay motionless and helplessly on a table with grobbing hands all over while she watched , laughed and goes on with her singing. I was shocked to learn my mind is working just fine but my body somehow has betrayed me by staying motionless. I wanted to yell for help. No words came out. I prayed hard someone can understand what i am trying to say through my eyes. Can they see I am helpless , can they see I need someone to get the fat old man's off me? I prayed hard. Prayed like i never prayed before. Then the moment of truth came to me, Annabelle came up to me and told me she has decided to ask the fat old man to send me home as she is not done having her fun with her friends and she would like to continue her singing. My heart crashed. It was like she has dropped me as if i am a hot brick.&lt;br /&gt;
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This resulting in months spent listening to her constant complaints and accusation of Lucas. She wanted to have a new start without him in her life. I believed her, not knowing she had contacted Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their reconciliation was made known to all after couple of months later. Everyone was delighted with the news. My only advise to Annabelle was "you chose this path , only you can finish it. Noone can walk it for you".&lt;br /&gt;
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Kenny called and would like me to meet some friends of his. Kenny is a very popular and funny guy though he has the habit of owing his friends' money and loving &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; women who cross his path. He was once ago a businessman doing quite well in used car dealership. Due to bad decisions making, he landed in tons of debts and from then on, his wife is the one wearing the "pants" in the house. Sad but true. Imagine a cow with nose ring. He does resembles the cow, no doubt about it, due to his body size and frame. He is also well known for his huge fleshy nose. And I thought Jacky Chan's nose is big.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I got to know two women and a guy on that fateful day. The women; Annabelle is in her 20s and Sandy in her 30s. Both women are sisters and dressed casually with medium to large Louie Vuitton bags. &amp;nbsp;It was obvious the guy, Lucas is Annabelle's lover. Lucas , however are looking smart in his casual wear. Annabelle seems to be speaking on his behalf most of the time. With watchful eyes like the hawk, she would watch his every move. A slight movement from him, her head is turn to him. A very possessive woman, I presumed. Lucas seems to be enjoying her insecurity and attention. Sandy seems to be more stable and mature. She is careful with her words and protective of her younger sister. &amp;nbsp;She wants to make sure her sis is on the right path and will always be there to guide her.&lt;br /&gt;
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During this time, I understand the women came from a small town, and are now residing in the city. Apparently Sandy is married to a local city guy. According to Kenny, she is married to a very wealthy man. However, I have never heard of this wealthy man before. Must be a low profile gentleman who does not like socializing much. The rich and wealthy in the city hang out together. The saying goes "birds of a feather flock together"?&lt;br /&gt;
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Annabelle has since moved to the city and has no future plans of going back to her hometown. She said she is the outgoing type. Being single and young with hot blood rushing up and down in her blood veins, she is no stranger hanging out in Karaoke every night or spending hours on pool games daily. Annabelle boasts of her acquaintance with the rich and wealthy men and the girls she clubs with.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all decided to give it a try on business cooperation between Annabelle and me. Both sisters will try out the products under my company and Annabelle will be appointed as one of the distributor in the city. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow marks the end of 2011 and the same time we welcome 2012. I will be home alone ! Geezzzz..... i am feeling emo for what? Till couple of weeks ago, I decided to have a new motto "Myself come first" and "I don't care, I am not bothered, I don't give a damn anymore!" Well, it actually works . I felt better and happier. It did'nt last. I got caught into the trap again and again history repeats itself. My heart is beating faster, angrier.. angry at everything and everyone. I want to enjoy the feelings i had couple of weeks ago when i put myself in front for once.............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-and-take.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-7160069800391764560</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-25T15:33:50.496+08:00</atom:updated><title>CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ho. ho. ho. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;how do you usually spend your christmas day? many chose to spend quality time with family by going for dinner at some fancy restaurant (i did.. at least for this year, usually every year i sit in front of my tv with remote in my hand) Year after year on Christmas day i always thought to myself negatively eg i have no life as i am sitting in front of my tv and of coz remote in my hand, checked my hp for some sweet messages from those who have me in their minds when they send christmas messages to their dear ones... this year, my dad decided for us to go out for dinner at some fancy restaurant. &amp;nbsp; I thought "oh, this year, its going to be different than all the previous years.. some happening finally" Yet &amp;nbsp;during dinner, i feel weird seeing all of us so eager to go back as soon as possible. What quality time spent when not much was spoken, no sweet nothings been exchange or what not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Though the dishes were fantastic, it was a boring night but..... it is tonight that i finally understood that christmas eve, or any other day would be fun as long as you have a friend who is humorous.. You see, i have a friend who is so humorous even though we are communicating via whatsapp only... i have been laughing exchanging messages with her the whole night which make the time passed so fast and i finally understood !!! it came to me that its not "what" day that is important , its actually how our days are spent.. laughter is great medicine for stress and tension . for those of us that thought we should be obligated to spend time with family members yet it was a lifeless gatherings, what's so meaningful about that if our hearts are not there, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so how about it guys and gals out there? lets try our best to give more laughters to those around us..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY SWEET GRANDPA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-beloved-grandpa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pV0L4WD9OTVgv8-o1qe_IlzPFsdhWooVgP89IividDweracJOI3C8-W7M9KWvYNEXb8eM1_XmY_vLyKRIwa4QFT8fV5hPiHE7T04O0QTxqWfAj0OwdvvD-yHaKZzdqT-D8uQWBzfEVDd/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-58176013406698337</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-23T07:14:43.790+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">STORY TELLING</category><title>THREE'S A CROWD</title><description>The phrase Three's a Crowd is very often used when referring to relationships, bffs or ...... ??&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, is it not every men's dreams to have threesome in bed? Seems this is now commonly practice in a smaller town near to where i am staying (neighbor). And they are in their 40s... so much excitement in their lives and so daring to try (being in a small town where news can spread like wildfire if a fly can fart) or maybe the women have done it many times ?? It is after all the girlfriend who introduce the other woman to him and suggested on threesome... Gosh ! was that man happy as hell to have such a generous and exciting girlfriend.. is this girlfriend for keeps or what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Husband and Wife has a mutual friend (woman) and is actually Wife's bff. &amp;nbsp;One fine day, the Husband asked the Wife to introduce BFF to him for sexual needs. BFF agreed and WIFE drove BFF to the hotel to meet HUSBAND!! The husband told his wife not to wait up for them, he will call her to pick them up once they are done. (A well trained wife this one).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband must be very good because BFF told her best friend the sex was great and he is huge!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/threes-crowd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-6209560418096032217</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T21:01:59.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>SHOE STORAGE SOLVED !!</title><description>I have so many shoes I am so freaking happy but I dont know where to store them ... then i came across these pictures&lt;br /&gt;
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I really like the one with Christina and her son ... and the pink is so sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/shoe-storage-solved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7EaGk-mfCXjy4b8xNLYXMWH6_xFQdEoh6UzLd2V_AG6-J986TYNBsGcHm4-wTxFrozqCsFM2m2ps8Wdg6VL-7mibsQ1AqQGk5nWMgGzSYKAhMs_5d2QGtcVpnfFjNpJjlU9C4HFPKTPa/s72-c/34219_132972040077138_129474180426924_161916_8020432_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-4678252692658119027</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T20:52:59.608+08:00</atom:updated><title>HUSBAND AND WIFE</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I recently received this email from my friend . This is the feelings of hubby vs wife ... How true is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e10000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e10000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e10000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e10000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;This is the best and most civil way to have a fight between husband and wife instead of resorting to physical force...&lt;br /&gt;
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Poems written by&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WIFE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HUSBAND.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a00000; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="" height="274" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.1&amp;amp;zw" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
WIFE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #37605e; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I wrote your name on my heart &amp;amp; I got Heart Attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
HUSBAND:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
God saw me hungry, he created pizza.&lt;br /&gt;
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;
He saw me in the dark, he created light.&lt;br /&gt;
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WIFE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #37605e; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;
You should know what you are&lt;br /&gt;
And once you know what you are&lt;br /&gt;
Mental hospital is not so far&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HUSBAND:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The rain makes all things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
The grass and flowers too.&lt;br /&gt;
If rain makes all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
Why doesn't it rain on you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WIFE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #37605e; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roses are red; Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;
Monkey like u should be kept in zoo.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't feel so angry you will find me there too&lt;br /&gt;
Not in cage but outside, laughing at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;AND THE SAGA CONTINUES........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="" height="178" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.2&amp;amp;zw" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Position of a Husband Is just like a Split AC&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;No matter however loud he is in the outdoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He is designed to remain silent indoor...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.3&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Husband is&lt;br /&gt;
one who is the head of the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;but his wife&lt;br /&gt;
is the neck, and whichever way she turns, he goes."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.4&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A man in Hell asked Devil:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Can I make a call to my wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;After making call he asked how much to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Devil : Nothing, Hell to hell is Free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.5&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Husband: Do you know the meaning of WIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It means,Without Information, Fighting Every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Wife: No darling, it means - With Idiot For Ever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.6&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Wife: I wish I was a newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;
So I'd be in your hands all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: I too wish that you were a newspaper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;So I could have a new one every day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.10&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.7&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Doctor: Your husband needs rest and peace. Here are some sleeping pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Wife: When must I give them to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Doctor: They are for you!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.8&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Wife: I had to marry you to find out how stupid you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Husband: You should have known it the minute I asked you to marry me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.9&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Wife: What will you give me if I climb the great Mount Everest ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Husband: A lovely Push...!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=39cff9066e&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1337c3ec7ac3f45b&amp;amp;attid=0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=fdfc43fe52698075_0.1.10&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;and life goes on........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/husband-and-wife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-6816601543208035042</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T20:32:43.601+08:00</atom:updated><title>KIDS</title><description>I always feel extremely "suffocated" when my youngest daughter is having her term exam. I cant say its stress, i just feel suffocated.. Why? .....&lt;br /&gt;
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Because every time when there is a test or exam she refused to do her revision at home. I asked her to study and guess what is her answer... "I already study in school" and "I already went to tuition today". Yet she came home with red mark on Chinese subject. Her reason "I dont know how to do , what to do?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Her exam has just ended and today , without my asking, she brought all her test papers to me and showed me the test results. I was like thinking " hmmmm...... what does she want this time?" .. she is doing something without anyone asking. &amp;nbsp;After she finished briefing me her results, I finally understood... NO RED MARKS !!! Hooooooooooohoooooooooohooooooooo !!! Yaaaaaaaaa !!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I breathe again !!!! (even though her chinese was 41 and 40 is a passing mark!!)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-7743400609249217099</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2011 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-16T15:07:23.796+08:00</atom:updated><title>I AM CONFUSED</title><description>Been quite a while since I last blog .... i do miss blogging as it is the only way I know how to say what I want to say and its very different from saying to another friend personally. The reaction from the other party is predictable so we cant say anything we want even though we are close friends, right? &amp;nbsp;Not every bff shares same opinions and ideas. Deep down we are emotional and dependable on someone for some consoling words, some warm touch, some affections, someone to lend a shoulder for us to cry on.. bottom line is I need someone to understand me. Someone to understand what I am saying. Do I need to say it so many times to get the message across? Geezzzz....... its so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;
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How about an unselfish platonic friend (without any mood swings like happening on daily basis please)? or How about a friend who always delivers what has been promised? . .. what has become of the world now? There are no sincerity nowadays. &amp;nbsp;When someone says sweet nothings to me I just look at the person with a huge "?" above my head like .. "eu, do you know what you are saying?" even though those words could make me feel special. But for how long does it ever lasts? For that moment only. Next you find yourself facing the person who whispers sweet nothings to you with a new sight . Its like its all in your head, it never happen. After few weeks of calming down, then Boom...... again, history repeating itself. And Poof...... strangers again. It may be fun for some but it sure could drain my energies trying to figure a person out. Of course, its not worth my time, total waste of my time. Then why cant my head rule my heart? something like artery blockage??&lt;br /&gt;
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When ever we watch movies, the advise given was ALWAYS "listen to your heart". I have never seen a movie where the actor says "listen to your Head"... All these movie producers need to get themselves updated with the latest trend. There are few around that is sincere in their Heart. Look at the number of scandals and cheating hearts. It is more common to see females cheat. In my school days, the children are "managed" by moms and dads are the bread winner. Seldom I see dads sending or fetching their kids from schools. Mostly moms. When children are sick, they call out for "mom". &amp;nbsp;In today's world, you see dad waking up early to send kids to school because moms need time to get ready for work....... (well, thats what guys tell me) &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Are there any more sincere people out there? How do we know if they are?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my article today is like "rojak" ( a kind of dish available here in Malaysia. it has cut pineapple, cucumbers.. etc all add in and mix with a dark brown/black sweeten paste) because my heart is trying to rule my head.. hmmmmmm..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-confused.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-6346365138688016521</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-09T11:21:05.929+08:00</atom:updated><title>ABUSIVE MEN</title><description>I was circling for nearly 30 minutes looking for a space to park my car when I saw a man, a small kid around 2 year + old and his wife walking very fast to their car. They were walking as if they are running for cover from the rain but it was a sunny day. Imagine my excitement to see a car park space available for me ~ soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quickly, setting my car signal to "reserve" the space, I noticed they were taking very long to move. The windows were slightly tinted. I look again and to my shock! I saw him throwing her handbag at her face. She was sitting at the back whilst the kid was in the front seat. Of course, her husband is in the driver's seat. &amp;nbsp;He threw her handbag to her face when she last went into the car. She touched her face , said something (i think) and he turn to the back and slapped her so hard few times that their car was like a bit rocking. After the constant slapping, pulling her hair, he strangled her! .. for quite sometime. Then I saw the kid crying and climbing to the back to her mother. I was so shocked I just dont know what to do. To continue waiting, to approach their car pretending to ask if i can have their car park space asap or to ignore and leave. But i have already circled the entire block for a space to park for so long I dont feel like giving up this space. One car is already at the back of me, the driver too didnt dare to honk , I think he saw what I saw too.. &amp;nbsp;So I move my car to park behind this abusive man's car. When he saw that he stop beating up his wife and quickly reverse his car and sped off. I cant imagine what he will do to her when they get home. &lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to reverse my car into the empty parking lot. While keeping my signal on, slowly reversing into the empty lot, one guy just drove quickly into that lot and nearly knock my car. I was so annoyed, I open my car door and told him I was reversing to the space and he should &amp;nbsp;not have just drove into it. He was actually laughing at me! can you imagine that?? what kind of world is this? what happen to mankind? I was so so annoyed I told him to move his car, he said something that i cannot hear. But from his body language and waving hands, I think he told me he has already park and my car was not even the space, only had a signal on. However, after witnessing the drama of the abusive husband, I really do not have good impression of men who do not respect women. And this idiot driver definitely fits the category so I argue with him and lastly he walk up to his car, open the car door, put his key in the ignition, turn , start up the engine yet he is still standing outside the car nagging some words that I can barely hear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thats how I got my space back. I noticed that these bullies will only bully the weak. Not many will actually stop them from taking the space. If this would have happen to my other half, he will just drive off grumbling some uneducated driver stole his car park space.&lt;br /&gt;
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Geezz... I really don't understand why some men need to be abusive ~ at all irregardless to whom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Few years back, I heard an acquaintance of mine was abuse by her husband. Her husband works in a bank, a very quiet man, mild mannered and soft spoken. Then her mother taught her son in law a lesson by engaging few gangsters to beat him up each and every time he lay a hand on her daughter. That helps to stop the beating and ended up with a divorce. Luckily she was able to divorce him.&lt;br /&gt;
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To all the women or even men who has been or is still being abuse by someone you trust to take care of you or love, do not be afraid or ashamed to tell your friends about it. If you dont feel comfy telling someone you know, look for the "Help" call centre and talk to someone. Take the big step and leave the guy or woman. If he/she truly loves or want to take care of you, he/she would not have hurt you in the first place. Wake up! Its happening to you now, what if your children is next??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/abusive-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-1217115197130327538</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2010 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-17T22:26:10.663+08:00</atom:updated><title>MY GRANDPA 100TH BIRTHDAY</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE 100TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5 TIER CAKE TO REPRESENT 5 GENERATIONS IN THE FAMILY TREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PREPARATIONS FOR CAKE CUTTING. GRANDPA BEING USHERED UP TO STAGE BY SONS. HE WALKS UP ON HIS OWN. THE ONE IN RED IS ONE OF HIS GRANDSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BLOWING CANDLES . HIS CHILDREN ASSISTING HIM TO BLOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CUTTING OF HIS BIRTHDAY CAKE. THATS MY MOM STANDING BEHIND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PICTURE TAKING WITH CHILDREN AND THEIR SPOUSES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY CUZ - IN - LAW AS EMCEE, REMINDING EVERYONE WHO IS LEAVING TO WALK SLOWLY AND NOT TO PUSH THEIR WAY OUT (LOL.. AS IF ANYONE IS LEAVING. THE DINNER HAS NOT FINISHED YET!! EVERYONE IS CURIOUS TO TAKE A PEEK AT THE PICTURE TAKING OF ALL MEMBERS OF THE 5 GENERATIONS AFTER THE DINNER. A FEW DID NOT MANAGED TO COME BACK DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-grandpa-100th-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBp2yi5Na-xFDIGUmuD9kYBH3C7DxcJ2GNwdwUKgW9Oqk1vD5-BGoRo8GcOXX5tzR03FHCXhWkWMzz7aFWSKIjAmfLLF55JpOIm9iphvhNTWKD_aDHuY6QdOJrQIAeLYgeHhpJJhKd3-y/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-5070287313143642925</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T21:47:33.308+08:00</atom:updated><title>ABUSE</title><description>What does abuse means? What is it all about?&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a few types of abuses; physically , emotionally, mentally, verbal..&lt;br /&gt;
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The most common ones are verbal, emotional and mentally abuses that are being taken for granted. Some to the extend that the victims themselves are unaware of until it is too late to change or avoid the situation. Whilst the dominant subject has incorporated this into his daily ritual. Usually during the initial stage of these abuses the dominant subject will feel guilty that he/she is capable of causing such hurt to the other person. As time pass by, as many times as the victim forgives and forgets, these abuse grew stronger till there is no turning back. Even more so that it inflict fear in the victim. The victim will be so alert in his/her behavior when around the dominant subject. He/she will be careful not to upset the dominant subject.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some victims would try ways to please the dominant subject hoping he/she can see they are worth their love. But do you think its worth the try? How long do you think the dominant subject is smart enough to see that ? After all the years of abusing and some even enjoy tormenting the victims, do you think the dominant subject is willing to give it up? The more the victim tries, the more the dominant subject sees the victim as pathetic human being , a waste of the population that need to be taken care of, of course in his own ways..&lt;br /&gt;
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Many around are being verbally and emotionally abused. When this happen, the victims usually suffer in silent and are confused. They dont know if they should leave or try to change the dominant subjects. Of course alot chose the later and suffered even longer until there was no way out. The victims has never showed anger or retaliate back for so long that if they were to try, the dominant subject will abuse more and more and in ways that would inflict fear. Once the victim shows fear, the dominant subject will enjoy using the same method to feel the power of control over the victim&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know if you have been abused? &amp;nbsp;Do you dare to admit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/abuse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-7408695580229284917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-11T20:36:44.782+08:00</atom:updated><title>ALVIN INTERIOR DECO</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRppNPZzjP942CRx_KmSFfCsvZV29LKrIfAU7sZ_GJSqNLsbxTcMLJgJjreu-_TdAXJ8RXycDupffLZrzIdqA6v-k5MuxGYaTj5jFI-14zXqDL97m9afwq9vkfyfbFPvR360ft-wWKZFnH/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRppNPZzjP942CRx_KmSFfCsvZV29LKrIfAU7sZ_GJSqNLsbxTcMLJgJjreu-_TdAXJ8RXycDupffLZrzIdqA6v-k5MuxGYaTj5jFI-14zXqDL97m9afwq9vkfyfbFPvR360ft-wWKZFnH/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow ! 2nd Branch... This 30+ year old friend of mine, Alvin, has finally open the 2nd branch of his Alvin Interior Deco at One Jaya, Jalan Song, Kuching, Sarawak. This branch will concentrate on latest wallpapers for houses. Alvin Interior Deco started his business with providing curtains and interior decorating.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alvin Interior Deco new signage at One Jaya, Jalan Song, Kuching, Sarawak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Flanked by reporters and VIP, Datuk Alfred Yap and invited guests, he managed to do a smooth ceremony . Children enjoyed 2 shows of Lion Dance which is a traditional chinese culture in Malaysia. Datuk Alfred Yap, with his opening speech, talked about the different living standards in Kuching in the past and now. Children now over spent to keep up to the trend whereby children in the past was taught to study hard, get good grades, saves money for rainy days and to reach the top. Who are we to blame?&lt;br /&gt;
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Women are always open minded to try out the anti aging , slimming and beauty care products, depending on individual needs. Some pay alot to join gym that they only go once a month. Some pay alot to try out various supplements to keep them beautiful from inside out. Some would spend alot to slim down just so that they are able to squeeze into a Size S dress. Some very slim girls will spend on slimming products too.&lt;br /&gt;
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A wise guy once told me that its profitable to sell female related products. Now, did any of you gals out there ever thought of taking care "down south" ? Some of the complaints I gathered were mostly over wetness during sex, discharge, loose after child birth or due to age, unable to reach orgasm...&lt;br /&gt;
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Any concern or worries at that area? .. What if I tell you there's something that can help you with all these yet help you achieve super orgasm same time? Not only will you achieve super orgasm but Your Partner too... This product is made of every natural things you can find in the jungle. . Leaves , herbs etc.. All natural without addictive. This has been popular since 1900... They even produce products suitable for Men. For vitality, enlargement, health benefits, .. how about staying longer??? &amp;nbsp;Some suppliers are using this opportunity to sell at a very high price especially to Japanese women. Actually its not an expensive product. Due to the demand , the suppliers are taking every opportunity to "Chop"&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone of you wants to know what products I am talking about here, please contact me via email.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/MyBargainHouse?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mybargainhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789615142680478728.post-6782779259865491162</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T21:07:47.919+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GENERAL</category><title>FRIEND OR FIEND??</title><description>I hate it when someone wants to be friends , not because they are friendly, not because they are nice or whatever BUT its because they have ulterior motives. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so mad I feel like shouting #@%$ (please mind my language but I am so pissed!) . This woman that I met at my Customer's office was a pain from day 1 i know her till ....... (dont know when it's going to end). Every month when I go there to collect payment, she will give plenty of excuses such as her Boss is not in town, the cheque was wrongly issued, I was late in submitting my invoice... etc. We closed every last day of the month and I submit my invoice latest 2nd day of the following month. Is that late?? How late is it that I cannot collect payment?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, every follow up calls I made to her will always end up with AMWAY! Honestly, I really dont know how AMWAY train their distributors. Are they so uneducated that they cant tell from right to wrong anymore? I have joined AMWAY before back many years ago.. That reason is unacceptable because I can always use somebody else's name! I finally joined under her , hoping she will give up bugging me. The late payment is not an issue but I really cannot stand her calls and nagging on I should buy this or that, my house needs this or that, my dogs need this or that, my kids needs all those vitamins, I should use AMWAY water filter because its the BEST in the world! The most stupid thing she suggested was that I should use AMWAY detergent and stain removers for my laundry business. Can you imagine my cost??? . One thing I want to learn from AMWAY is how the heck they are able to train distributors to be so committed and crazy over sales?? What is the technique they use? Maybe I can duplicate it on my own group of agents... Before any of my readers say not every distributors are like this woman., please, she is not the first AMWAY distributor that is getting on my nerves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I join, she pass me the payment. The cheque was dated 3rd of the month, I got it end of the month when I fill in the membership forms and paid for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She found a newly established vendor. Encourage her employers to switch from my company to the new one. Giving lame excuses eg her employer wants to give them a try and that they will use back our service in the near future. Hey, I couldnt be bothered.. To me, its MERDEKA (FREEDOM!) from her. I dont need to hear her telling me I need to buy this and that... then I can see my cheque.. I dont need to hear her voice anymore. Isn't it cool? Since I don't make any profit from their business at all considering the money I need to spend, the pestering I get from her. The STRESS I have to endure. I really dont like the way she tried talking me into buying stuffs that I dont need. The way she do it is like threatening my business indirectly.. At first, I obliged her. In the end I felt I would be more at ease without their business support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, she called again. She got the chick to say &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How are you? Have you receive the AMAGRAM (monthly magazine from AMWAY)? Thought I call to tell you they are having trade in promo now and I think you should consider. Plus we have alot of other offers. It does not mean we cannot be friends even if we are using the new vendor. We are still friends. Don't worry, we will surely switch back to your service in the near future. We are just testing their quality and service"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . Hearing her comments, I quickly told her that they should continue supporting the new vendor. Am sure the quality and service are in top form. Why does she need to find fault?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really pity the new vendor. Just open for business and she met this woman! Of all the person in the World. Giving fake promises and lots of pestering. I can feel for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy my AMWAY membership is expiring next month and I am definitely NOT renewing it. Hopefully by then, I wouldnt be hearing from her ever again!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2 months ago, my 'Boss' from Kuala Lumpur, came for a visit. He proposed that I should consider wearing slacks to work. His reason (nicely phrase) was I have fair skin and may encounter problem when dealing with female customers. So, wearing slacks when dealing with females may prevent them from feeling insecure of themselves. .. I dont know how true this is...&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, because of the 6 KG i gained, I have since started to wear dresses with high heels. You can see some of my heels in "my collection" archive. (By the way, I bought few new shoes today.. oohh... nice) . So, I challenged him, told him if he could help me to regain back my original weight , I may consider to wear slacks. I dont like to wear pants, my waist is too small and my bottom too big.. (I leave it to your imaginations how it turn out when i wear pants)..&lt;br /&gt;
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He passed me a product with cactus Hoodia as one of their main ingredients. &amp;nbsp;I didnt feel hungry all the time. It was so convenient. Just shake it, drink it first thing in the morning, that's it. everyday for the past 2 and a half months and I LOST 6 KG!! Wow! unbelievable.. I thought there is no more hope for me to lose weight anymore. I spent so much time looking for products to slim down. Spent so much money trying out slimming products yet i gained more weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lost my stubborn fats, my blood glucose has even gone down from 6.2 to 5.2... wow!&lt;br /&gt;
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