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In short, my life --- people and events worth noting down in words in my blog.</description><link>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-4463510672438427029</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 08:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T17:10:15.072+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><title>3 more days =)</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life's been simple, routine &amp;amp; happy lately. Family, a bundle of joy &amp;amp; a loving bf complete my life for now. Hopefully I will be continously contented with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My simple, routine &amp;amp; happy life revolves: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after work, quickly rush home, had my dinner and then spend time with my little niece. Even though she is just 5 months old, she is a very bright kid. Her favourite playmate is me (obviously, as I am the youngest member in the family after her), the one who does all the stupid noises &amp;amp; actions to keep her smiling &amp;amp; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, she learns to turn over, but still trying to polish her skills, as most of the time her other arm is trapped below her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I manage to carry her and make her fell asleep. And so far every night during the weekdays I manage to do that *proud* Mum said that she and I only lack of breast milk, else, we are rather qualify to take care of her already. Hahaha....nah, not true, I still have not bathe her yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is still around helping out in taking care of the baby, but mostly to oversee the renovation of our new house. It iss a long process, which my mum have been sacrificing a lot of time &amp;amp; effort and poor daddy have to be alone in Vietnam working at the moment. I wish things can fasten up &amp;amp; goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mum is around, I only spend one day each weekend with my bf. Well, strictly speaking, it would only be consider half a day. Well, it's weekend, so we wake up naturally and we stay from one end to another end (so much precious time wasted on the road), so it's just for half a day. Basically, it's movie day, hahaha, since both of us enjoy watching movies a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear people say that a relationship that revolves around technology is not good. For example, watching too much tv will cut down communication. Well, it depends. I realised that people have book clubs which they discuss after reading a book, instead, we have a movie club which we discuss after the movie. Hehehe, I wonder if he realise that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to watch horror, thriller, scary and etc genre of movies. Well, actually he watch almost all kinds of movie. I have to admit I have guts of a pea, I do not watch horror movie alone. I bet he can tell you all kinds of so-called "cute" actions of mine - before, during and after a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially enjoy how we create an environment for our at-home movie set-up. Hehehe... One of a kind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will get off this topic... And for now, I am looking forward for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 more days =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am looking forward as I am taking a day off on Friday to spend time with mum, SIL and baby and at night for my surprise. WUKAKAKAKAKA..... If you are reading this, PLEASE BE PRESSURE *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-4463510672438427029?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/DpE6UX2DeBo/3-more-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-more-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-5476578764838610729</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T15:58:03.372+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><title>'Wish you luck!"</title><description>Lately, I have been saying this to a few people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, who is going through a troubled marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, who is going for a surgery &amp; trying to mend things with his ex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, who is in a relationship with a guy of another race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, who is going to confess to a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, who is hoping that the guy who she never knows get to know her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, who is planning to start a business soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides effort, time, money and etc.... We are need luck in getting things done. So, GOOD LUCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-5476578764838610729?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/CayP0307tY4/wish-you-luck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-you-luck.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-7195415462624331037</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T17:28:52.477+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Two-headed snake vs Manipulator</title><description>Does it makes a differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but they are equally disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these people who appears as a person in front of you, and another in front of another person (or/and another person or/and another person or/and etc). They specialize in making up stories to create gossips and troubles for the amusement of themselves. These people likes to compare, to insult, to manipulate, to tai chi away and etc. The worse is they will completely look innocent and push away everything when problems arise. Why would people claim to be one's friend ("true friend" some more), and really "act" so nice in front of their "friend" (they should get oscar or golden globe awards), but can bad-mouthed them behind the "true friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, these people are just selfish and miserable and they have no life but to interfere with others. They would like to see other people suffer to make themselves feel better for their miserable life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggghhhhh... these people makes you wanna throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to circumstances, sometimes we cannot avoid these kind of people. But we have to accomodate them for the sake of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that what a person told me before "&lt;em&gt;you are who you mix with&lt;/em&gt;" would not be in this case. Thus, minimum involvement with this kind of species is what I would practise for my wellbeing. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think this is the priviledge for those pretty, cute, sexy or slim girl or the handsome, charming, interesting or fit guy? NO, dun judge a book by its cover! As humans we stereotype people and judge people by its cover. But sometimes these people will use their "unpriviledged" to their priviledge. This is what I call the geng two-headed snake or manipulator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-7195415462624331037?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/xAtXX6FAE0k/two-headed-snake-vs-manipulator.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-headed-snake-vs-manipulator.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-2821426322104707654</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T22:31:12.599+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><title>Bundle of joy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SpP1bSxFmRI/AAAAAAAABnI/ps4a8jPxtn4/s1600-h/SNV39070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SpP1bSxFmRI/AAAAAAAABnI/ps4a8jPxtn4/s400/SNV39070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908629626132754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not fall in love with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-2821426322104707654?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/u7j2EJhEKbk/bundle-of-joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SpP1bSxFmRI/AAAAAAAABnI/ps4a8jPxtn4/s72-c/SNV39070.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/08/bundle-of-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-1780873583851862061</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T11:00:15.245+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Simply hillarious... Simply entertaining... Simply for laughs =)</title><description>&gt;   ROMANCE MATHEMATICS                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Smart man + smart woman = romance                                         &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Smart man + dumb woman = affair                                           &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Dumb man + smart woman = marriage                                         &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy                                         &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   ______________________________                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   OFFICE ARITHMETIC                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Smart boss + smart employee = profit                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Smart boss + dumb employee = production                                   &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   _____________________________                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   SHOPPING MATH                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;    A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   _____________________________                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp; STATISTICS                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.     &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A successful woman is one who can find such a man.                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   _____________________________                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   LONGEVITY                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot     &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   more willing to die.                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   ______________________________                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   PROPENSITY TO CHANGE                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.           &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   _____________________________                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT                                 &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   GETTING MARRIED                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   cackling, telling me, 'You're next.' They stopped after I started doing   &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   the same thing to them at funerals.                                       &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE SMART GUYS YOU    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;   KNOW CAN HANDLE IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-1780873583851862061?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/JxFpJMFbKvg/simply-hillarious-simply-entertaining.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/06/simply-hillarious-simply-entertaining.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-619693391107955480</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T14:04:54.649+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><title>A series of events</title><description>Since the last I blog about my daylight robbery event, the following week two major events happened to me. Even my mum said, "What's with you lately? Such "eventful weeks"".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the GOOD event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was promoted to AUNTIE status. Well, my SIL gave birth via caesaren on 8th of June at 8:16am to a baby girl. We checked in the hospital early morning at 5:30am. My bro left with my SIL in the first car, whereas my mum followed me in my car later. By the time all the registration and stuffs were completed, my SIL have changed into the surgical clothes and lay on the operation bed at 7am+ waiting for her turn. She was wheeled in around 7:30am for anaesthetic and surgery preparation. The 3 excited human beings were left outside waiting anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we do to kill time? READ NEWSPAPER LAR OF COZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby was wheeled out at 8:30am, still covered with placenta. I took a video =) SIL was still in the operation room and we had to wait for another hour for her to complete the operation. My bro and my mum stayed back in the hospital whereas I went to work. YEAH, I HAVE TO GO TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second "MAJOR" event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, I had an appointment to have my 2 abnormal growths at both of my thighs checked out. The dermatologist recommended me to get it surgically remove and to test whether it it cancerous or not. I was schedule to do a late evening surgery after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be ONLY on the operation table my WHOLE LIFE for LABOUR purposes (that is if I have kids). However, my first time I gave it to the "wide excision" (as indicated on the diagnosis) of these 2 abnormal growth on my thighs. Believe it or not, the surgery took an hour, which is even longer than my SIL's caeasarn birth &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my local anaesthetic and I have to lie on my stomach for the whole surgery. The injection is the most painful part as the doctor put in the needle and &lt;strong&gt;1#@$@^$%@# TWIST IT &lt;/strong&gt;! All together she did that 7 times!!!! After the injection, she starts cutting out my abnormal growth. One of them is as huge as a peanut. Basically, you can feel yourself being cut out, skin being pulled and even stitches performed on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will only feel the pain the next day when you walk with your legs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked me to take 3 days MC as I am adviced to have minimum movement to avoid stretching the wound and speed up the recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days, I went back to remove my bandage and got my results. It is not cancerous.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks, I went to take my replacement IC this morning. I look like a &lt;strong&gt;GHOST&lt;/strong&gt; in the picture... My face is totally white and only my eyes and the lips were visible. The eyebrows and the nose is merely detectable... and the hair looks totally yellowish brown... Hahaha... it looks like a fading picture &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping more peaceful life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insomnia is haunting me again for the past 1-2 weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-619693391107955480?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/DAMOkfAh7CE/series-of-events.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-of-events.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-7903458291743800131</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T12:03:43.579+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><title>Broad daylight car window break-in while driving - what a traumatic experience!</title><description>I was driving along Jalan Ampang, around 6pm++. Due to the normal jam, the car are moving slowly with a stop, move a bit, stop, move a bit repetitive action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happen just outside the Lembaga getah Malaysia, opposite roadhouse grill. I feel that something or someone is near the passenger side of my car. I looked left and saw a motorbike with 2 people. The next thing I see is a smash on the car window and I can see the window crack and in a split second another smash and I can see glass shattering *Everything happens so fast, but yet when the glass shatters I feel I can see the pieces of glasses flying everywhere in slow motion* Then, I see a dark-coloured hand snatch my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted and horned my car but nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1 - Don't put your handbag too near the window, even if it is nearer to your side, still dangerous. From what I heard in the car workshop, a girl put her handbag on her lap, the motorcyclist break her car window and cut her face with a knife because worry she recognized his face. A better option is probably getting a smaller handbag and stuffed it under your seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2 - It doesn't matter whether it is bright daylight or dark midnight. It doesn't matter whether there are a lot of people or no people. When criminals are desperate, they will commit crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the traumatising incident, where lots of cars are on the road and motorist driving pass, I still have to drive 30 mins way jam back home with a shattered window sticking to my tinted film lying on my passenger seat and pieces of glasses over the drivers side and the back of the left passenger's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #3 - Do tint your car window. Tinted windows not only have the cooling effect, but it aids in reducing the glass shattering effect. It could have help me in getting hurt or even to the extend of saving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was a bit shaken out while I was driving back. I did not even realised my little left finger was bleeding until I feel a bit pain and then a drop of blood fell onto my left thigh. I also suffered a minor cut on my right middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, I quickly informed my mum (Thank God my mum is with me at this time) and we proceeded to cancel my only credit card (still a virgin card!!!) and my 2 ATM cards. My SIL helped out too. Next step, is to get my handphone number cut off. However, at this time..... We received a phone call on my mum's phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A samaritian found my handbag. Luckily, I had not canceled my maxis line. He talked to my mum and gave her his home address in Taman Maluri for us to get my handbag, he told us that my purse was not in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I rushed our way there. On our way, my brother called and said he is on his way back but Calv is heading straight to the Samaritian's place. My brother asked us to wait for Calv as we are now all paranoid of who is friend and who is foe. Till then, I still haven't got the chance to call Calv. Then, my dad called all the way from Vietnam and asked whether I am doing fine. He is worried and said Calv had called to ask for mum's and bro's mobile number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Mr. Samaritian had called Calv before calling mum and Calv asked Mr. Samaritian to try calling my mum. (I don't put my family contact names as Dad, Mum, Bro or SIL). Luckily Calv got saved my dad's number which I had called him previously. Calv called my dad all the way in Vietnam for my mum's and bro's number. There's this part which Calv told me much later in the night between his conversation with my dad that got me laughing hard after my trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation section inserted first&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "Hello Uncle, I got a call that Eileen got robbed and they found her handbag. I don't know what is happening now. But I need Auntie's or Eileen's brother's phone number."&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "What? What happened? Okay okay. Eileen's mum phone 012."&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "012 *Pause* 987 *Pause*. Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "012 *Pause* 987 Okay"&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987 *Pause* Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "987 *Pause* Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "6**3 *Pause* Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987 *Pause* Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987 *Pause* *Pause* 65*3 Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987 *Pause* *Pause* *Pause* Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : ................&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987 *Pause* *Pause* 6543 Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : (Thank God) Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Dad  : "987......"&lt;br /&gt;Calv : (Kill me please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I get to call Calv. All he said that he is on his way to the Samaritian's place and ask me whether I am okay. I feel so relieved and a bit guilty that I couldn't have informed him earlier. In this sense, I have to admit Calv is rather understanding and he will ask whether I am okay before asking whether the car is damaged or what has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calv reached earlier than us and went inside to talk to the Samaritian family. We came in around 20 mins later than them. They told us the story that the maid and the kids were playing at the park beside the housing estate and the 2 motorists stopped at the park and started digging my bag and took my purse and just throw my handbag in front of so many people. They identified them as 2 malay men. My samaritian is a Malay family. Outrageous huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my handphone at the side of my bag along with a folded RM10 &gt;_&lt; and the thieves did not saw it. That's how they get to call us. The thiefs took my purse with my IC, driving license, my only virgin credit card, 2 ATM cards, 1 touch-n-go, my company insurance card, isetan card, jusco card, name cards, receipts, pics and around RM200. They also took my FAKE LV card holder. Wukakakakakaka... Calv and my mum could not stop laughing about that though. Calv went through my things first before I reach there and managed to make me smile when he whispered and said, "&lt;em&gt;Funny, why they did not take your sanitary pads&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while, said our thanks and leave to do police report. Calv went home (sorry I meant went to shopping mall to buy ps3, hahahaha). So my mum and I went home to take my poor shaken car to the police station. I got my police report done within 40 minutes and the police there are pretty friendly. We are both surprised and impressed. However, it is true as predicted by Calv, the policeman typed with 2 fingers &gt;_&lt;. The report is however under the Tun Razak police station jurisdiction. Thus, he gave me an inspector number and said the inspector will call me if there is any follow-up. I asked for a phone number and the moment we stepped up from the police station, the inspector/seargant called and asked me details about the thieves and whether I can remember the plate number or the motorcycle model. Not bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached home, it is around 9pm+++. We had our dinner and went online on webcam to talked to my dad. I also called my boss to take EL as I need to make the necessary documents the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 7am++, my mum, SIL and I went to police station to get 2 copies of certified police reports for the purpose of making IC and driving license. It costs me RM4 for 2 reports. We went off to get the IC done first, the service is good and  fast. My hair and look appears disasterous as I couldn't sleep until 2:30am the night before. I am gonna hate my new IC look!!! Next, we proceed to have brunch at 9am++ and went to JPJ to get my driving license done, service is good and fast too. Both were done free as my documents were reported stolen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we sent my car to fix, as we decided it is not worth to claim insurance. Replace car window, got it tinted plus service fees - cost RM228.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the bank to get my ATM card done, CIMB service sucks big time. Then, we went down to KL to have lunch with bro and Calv. We then dropped by bro's office, where my mum went to talk to my bro's boss - the Datin, who was super friendly and can't seems to stop talking to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, we went to Maybank KLCC branch to get my ATM card done, good service and I got my ATm card upgraded to visa debit card. The cost of making 2 new atm cards is RM24. By then, it is already late 4pm, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I got a called from my colleague at around 6pm that a police called my office looking for me and said he had found my purse. She gave me the number and a name that she ain't that sure. I called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Hello, saya Eileen. Tadi you call office saya cari saya, tapi saya tiada. Colleague saya bagi nombor kamu.&lt;/em&gt;" (Ok, I admit my malay sucks big time, but I am willing to try ok?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Oh. Ya, jumpa dompet kamu di Balai Polis Kampung Pandan&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Oh. Mana itu Balai Polis Kampung Pandan?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Kampung Pandan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :(wtf)"&lt;em&gt;Errr...dekat mana? Boleh bagi dekat Balai Polis Taman Melawati."&lt;br /&gt;Police :"Itu jauh lar. Saya tak tau tempat itu. Tak apa. Sekarang saya pun sibuk. Apa kata jumpa pukul 9-10 di suatu tempat di KL, saya bagi kamu&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Huh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Saya panggil you saja pukul 9-10 dan tentukan tempat lar&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Errrrr..... okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to mum and told her. Mum and I was skeptical, we quickly drove to our nearby police station and asked regarding the procedure to meet outside of police station. The polices said it is not right and I suggested them to check the validity of the phone number. They asked me to refer back to Tun Razak police station. FINE! We went home and I called the Tun Razak police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 1&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Saya baru dapat panggilan cakap jumpa dompet saya. Tapi polis tu cakap mahu jumpa luar pada malam 9-10.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Where? We can send a police to accompany you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :(Wah, can speak good english one)"&lt;em&gt;I am not sure, he says will call me later on and confirm time and place. But I got his mobile number and his partial name. Can you please help me check whether this is genuine or not&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :(Thank God) "&lt;em&gt;01*-********"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Okay. What's your name? Do you want me to call you back or you call me back?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;My name is E-i-l-e-e-n. My phone number is 01*-*******. Can you please call me back&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Sure&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Okay, we have checked and the phone is valid to an officer at Balai Polis Pudu a subdivision of Balai Polis Kampung Pandan&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Icic. But can police ask you to meet so late and not in police station&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;That is not a proper procedure. Eh, I just checked, when you called just now, I thought you are old. Now only I know you 20++ only.&lt;/em&gt;" (Suddenly sounds so friendly, previously sound formal only)&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Errr... ya. Can I request to meet in Balai Police?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Of course. You just let him know that your case is under Balai Police Tun Razak and ask him to send to this station."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Err... Sure. But what if he do not agree? Can you help me make the call&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 3&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Okay, we have called him. He said you requested to meet at 9pm.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :(WTF)"&lt;em&gt;Huh???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Don't worry. When he called again, you just said you wanna meet at Balai Police Tun Razak because your case is under here&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 4&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Errr.... this is Eileen&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Police &lt;em&gt;:".... Oh... yes?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;I just wondering o, how did you talk to the other polis?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Haha... don't worry lar, after all, he still is a police, what harm can he do? He is not the perompak, don't worry lar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :"&lt;em&gt;Errr...." &lt;em&gt;(time to use tactic) &lt;/em&gt;"You know lar, sekarang saya memang paranoid sikit lar, pandu kereta pun takut lar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;True true. We in different situation. But don't worry lar, I am at  your side. But don't worry  lar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen :(Very worry)"&lt;em&gt;Oh...okay. Anything can call you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police :"&lt;em&gt;Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, Calv called me and he asked me to arrange with the Police to meet at the police station around lunch time where he can fetch me from my office and dropped by the police station together. The next morning, I called the police and he agreed. Calv as a loving bf dropped by during his busy working hours to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by Tun Razak police station and I asked for my lost purse. The police who had been talking to me on the phone said, "&lt;em&gt;Oh, you Eileen ar? Can't recognize your voice&lt;/em&gt;." He is an Indian police. Anyway, the other police never put my purse there. So, he asked me to call the police again. The police said he is on the way and be there soon. Soon enough, he gave me a call and asked me to go outside the police station, he is in a black car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out (half hiding behind Calv), the malay police was puffing his ciggie like nobody business, almost suffocating me and remained sitting in his black car. He took my purse from his dashboard and gave it to me. Calv asked him where he found it, then the police asked me about the incident, then he left. Calv says he got all the typical "rasuah me" talk and action. After that, I went in the police station and told the other policeman that I got my purse already, he only said, "&lt;em&gt;So the guy don't wanna come in ar? Weird guy&lt;/em&gt; (give suspicious look)". Then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, Calv asked me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calv :"&lt;em&gt;What if the police ask you what you can do for him to return the favour&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Eileen : (Ponders a while)"&lt;em&gt;TERIMA KASIH BANYAK BANYAK!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calv : &lt;em&gt;"................."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief took my money and my touch-n-go. My company's name card not there, which I assume the police took it. Total lost money around RM200 and touch-n-go inside only got RM13. My mum says no worries that the thief will not come to rob our house because apparently this girl is very poor. Wait until they identify the LV namecard holder also fake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #4 - Thief or police - friend or foe? Scare of theif, then scare of police. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #5 - The importance of family, partner and friends support are very important. It is actually a good way to identify or recognize how differently people react to the incident. Personally, through this experience I also learn something about myself and people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true experience makes you learn and grow, but sometimes I believe some experiences if never gone through, it wouldn't hurt to say "Luckily, I do not have to go through that kind of experience."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-7903458291743800131?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/JdLiOzCdTqY/broad-daylight-car-window-break-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/06/broad-daylight-car-window-break-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-4197132501639518975</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T16:31:17.677+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>NINE WORDS WOMEN USE (So funny... but kinda true)</title><description>(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-4197132501639518975?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/w5eMePNd_wU/nine-words-women-use-so-funny-but-kinda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/04/nine-words-women-use-so-funny-but-kinda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-2853796980284713735</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T16:51:55.328+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>No.1 Phobia person to meet</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/Sd8HOlLG6SI/AAAAAAAABnA/nFS3smrE3Mc/s1600-h/dentist2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322981231653480738" style="FLOAT: left; 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over his/her face all the time and do not dare to reveal his/her looks because he/she is scare you hunt him/her down with &lt;strong&gt;all the pain endure&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;all the money you pay to suffer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, the dentist will ask you to relax and then &lt;strong&gt;put you under the spotlight&lt;/strong&gt; with these tiny tools make of metal and start poking your teeth and make that irritating clanking sounds in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part is hor........ after checking he/she said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NO WORRIES, everything seems fine, all you need is four fillings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend ahead, peeps~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-2853796980284713735?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/9NSEdKwOU1o/no1-phobia-person-to-meet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/Sd8HOlLG6SI/AAAAAAAABnA/nFS3smrE3Mc/s72-c/dentist2.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/04/no1-phobia-person-to-meet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-3744826671644292567</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T12:12:02.881+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Loyalty?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ2_SrWuiI/AAAAAAAABmg/Jd8bv_N4LTY/s1600-h/040702_Infidelity_vl_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319937520804739618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ2_SrWuiI/AAAAAAAABmg/Jd8bv_N4LTY/s400/040702_Infidelity_vl_widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been cynical with loyalty by a partner. This comes from personal experience and many, many from other people's experiences. I believe true loyalty only happens to approximatley 10% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of loyalty differs for each person and for each couple though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some refers to sleeping around with other people other than your partner as not loyal, but going out with other girls/guys holding hands, hugging, kissing and what-so-ever, is not consider being disloyal, as long as sex is not involved. Some regard disloyal merely by going out one-to-one date with the opposite sex WITHOUT the partner's knowledge, even though nothing happens and as a pure friendly outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty is most challenging when a guy is rich/lure/distracted and when a girl is bore/unsatisfy physically, mentally or emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the girls out there, if you believe your partner is TRULY loyal to you - think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You never know when your partner actually:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask one of your gf out behind your back (Yeah, it happens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slept with one of your gf/any random girls because of lust or simply you do not attract him anymore or for the thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went out with other girls without your knowledge (Better you never know what actually happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear many partners say is about &lt;u&gt;TRUST&lt;/u&gt;. But honestly speaking.... how many of you actually checked your partner without his/her knowledge and constantly worrying/panicking/suspecting? Do you consider this as TRUST if you have to checked on your partner but do not acknowlege by his/her words or do not even dare to confront or ask him/her directly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and there the perfect, happy, TRUSTING couple appears in front of everybody/in gathering, but the truth is only known by these 2 people (or perhaps the other gf/bf/secret lover who is in the group? Haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ3nlh8FqI/AAAAAAAABmw/NOoI3X_Q7Pc/s1600-h/key.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319938213060286114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ3nlh8FqI/AAAAAAAABmw/NOoI3X_Q7Pc/s400/key.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How to build loyalty then?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Communication to build TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.... easier said than done. Regardless, 90% of my married girlfriends checked their husband with all kinds of tactics (One would be truly amazed and expect all detectives/spy/inspectors to be women for goodness sake!). Hey, guys don't lie, you check on your partners too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Build your own CONFIDENT/MARKET&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your partner be worried about you, instead of you worrying about your partner (if possible). If your body image is your issue, work on it. If your knowledge is your issue, work on it. If your looks is your issue, work on it. One have to love/respect oneself, before one could love/respect other and in return gain back love/respect from the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Know his/her deal and draw limits/understanding&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as double standard in loyalty issue. If your partner wants you to practise their "law/T&amp;amp;C", they are suppose to practise what they preach. Do not just nod your head and give in to all their "commandments". It is about compromising and reaching an understanding. You can also voice out your limitations and what you think is best for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How important is loyalty in a relationship? (Ponder and answer that yourself)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ4ELMqEWI/AAAAAAAABm4/GtM8Ms7sWcc/s1600-h/tifilmjamesFrancoSophiaMyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319938704207909218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ4ELMqEWI/AAAAAAAABm4/GtM8Ms7sWcc/s400/tifilmjamesFrancoSophiaMyles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a bit of none harmful flirting and market confirmation is ok geh.... OR PERHAPS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It reminds me that &lt;em&gt;"someone"&lt;/em&gt; have been happily announcing that &lt;em&gt;"someone"&lt;/em&gt; receive call(s) to being asked out from out of the blue and panicking how to handle situations that may cause possible disloyalty or suspicious. &lt;em&gt;"Someone"&lt;/em&gt; was asked out ALONE for NON-WORKING issues at NON-WORKING hours by ONE other who is not ugly-looking/body issue-challenged/intelligence restricted or etc (so said-lar). Even guys feel proud to have market. What do you expect from girls?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I learned, girls, laugh it off and be cool with it. It is definitely better to know than been hide from the truth. Chances are if he is willing to tell you, chances of cheating is lesser. But there are a lot of sly &amp;amp; cunning guys out there too. Beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One can see this from a different angle:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your man got market! Still desireable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He just dunno how much market you have only...... Wukakaka.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-3744826671644292567?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/qGoe7GKyUOI/loyalty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/SdQ2_SrWuiI/AAAAAAAABmg/Jd8bv_N4LTY/s72-c/040702_Infidelity_vl_widec.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/04/loyalty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-7253138682252657147</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T17:19:47.384+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>The stock market of emotional run</title><description>Today my emotional is like stock market - unpredictable, ups &amp;amp; downs, certain stocks is in high stakes, some is such a drag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain distraction, certain misunderstanding, certain care - mostly brought a smile or a laugh, some cause serious thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it due to cumulative stress or thoughts? Is it due to acute accusation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, is up to oneself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-7253138682252657147?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/LwjfVpoKA5o/stock-market-of-emotional-run.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/03/stock-market-of-emotional-run.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-1499143638480677877</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 06:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T17:17:25.765+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Why they (guy &amp; gal) opt for richer, prettier, stupier or etc?</title><description>Have you ever wonder why women choose men who are richer? Why men opt for women who are prettier or stupier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, generally most relationship fail coz men cheat or career &amp;amp; money instability, whereas women compare, gossip, backstab or cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, if you are dating an ugly (or/and) fat (or/and) poor woman, but she end up cheating on you or she likes to make a hell out of your life, wouldn't a guy be happier that he is at least with a gal with the body (or/and) the looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies, if you are dating a poor (or/and) ugly (or/and) fat man, but he end up cheating on you, AND he also uses your hard earn money or physcially (or/and) mentally abuse you, wouldn't a gal be happier that she at least is with a guy that has the money (or/and) looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am being cynical towards relationship, but trust me as one grow older, these scenarios become a norm. Those who potrays to be in a good relationship or keep talking about how wonderful their relationship/marriage are, they are in fact normally those who have to come out with stories to cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many attached or married guys or gals of yours came to you and told you how awful is their partner and how they regret getting married (of coz behind their partner's back)? How many told you the truth(s) on what they talk (or/and) do behind their partners? The simpliest and the most innocent people you THOUGHT you know can turn out to be the most manipulate and cunning people you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are modern women now more prone to be single or married late compared to the previous generation? Since modern women are so independent with financial, career and decisions making, somehow their needs toward men has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where women married to "&lt;em&gt;better their life&lt;/em&gt;" whereas men married to "&lt;em&gt;have a family to be responsible &amp;amp; mature&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, women tend to mature faster than men of the same age. Therefore, women prefer to date men who are older. Through experiences and time, a guy is more mature in handling his IQ and EQ and most importantly his partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the girl have to guide the guy in big matters or a guy who is still clueless about his or their future undertakings, whereas the girl have it all planned out with her career, financial and assets. This is where the "&lt;em&gt;not in par&lt;/em&gt;" will be a big problem. Men who do not foresee that career stability or financial sound is important for a future to build a family is rather still a dreamer. Sad to say, the truth is - money plays a very important role in a sustainable relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we are young where we love for the sake of love. When you grow up, you will also know love is not just the matter of "&lt;em&gt;me &amp;amp; you&lt;/em&gt;", but it is a union of two families, it comes with lots of huge responsibilities, kids come into the picture and etc. Yeah, tell me about it, it is scary, yet so full of challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Question to ponder: What do you NEED your partner for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-1499143638480677877?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/VczTMI0luYs/why-they-guy-gal-opt-for-richer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-they-guy-gal-opt-for-richer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-6674105761980539596</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T12:38:12.335+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekend</category><title>Karaoke &amp; yamcha session @ Gardens Red Box &amp; Ochacha</title><description>It's been a while the 4 of us get together. And it is the 1st time the 4 of us went for Karaoke together. (After 13 years of friendship, kinda sad huh). We sing K from 1pm to 6pm.... geng or not? Oh, and we eat the hi-tea buffet from 3pm to 6pm. Trust me, for 4 gals, we really eat a lot, a lot!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After karaoke, we went up to California fitness where Meor went to enquire about membership as Mei Li was already a member there. It always give me a creepy feeling to see the guys coming out from fitness centre, somehow I already deem them as 90% gay. Only those guys who come out with specs, tummy and lousy wears, I will deem them as 90% real man. I am sorry for being stereotype here, but how many good looking guys with good body in Malaysia are errr.... available (to girls)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas I am a member at the club house near my house which is filled with uncles and aunties who are mostly very friendly to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, let me divert my story a bit now. Last night when I was in gym, this one old Indian uncle was on the the threadmill beside me, he dunno how to operate the threadmill so I jumped down from mine and taught him how to use it. Once he was done, he asked me, "Hey gal, how old are you?". So, I answered him and he said, "Very good (refering to my threadmill effort). Then he said, "I am 58 years." I was like "............" The 58 years old uncle is running on the threadmill, for goodness sake. Amen to you, uncle. ***Makes me more motivated***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me come back to the gfs outings. We camwhore like nobody in Ochacha after the California fitness and Isetan walk walk. Let the pictures do the talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major headache... Our so-called professional photographer for events who works for a BIG MNC company. Can't handle a point-and-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Photographer Mei Li says she can make me look thinner from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyoh~~~ Pretty gal out for grabs. If you want her number, please leave me a msg. Wukakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those CLEAR pic of us that the professional photographer took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile gals smile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't my gfs cute or what?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38386.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... guess whose shoes and feet is for who... please ignore the auntie stocking.... disgrace!!! Wukakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only group picture by the forever four~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hamsaping my gf... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very happy day out with my gfs~ Love you gals~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-6674105761980539596?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/YQzpRvAqMsY/karaoke-yamcha-session-gardens-red-box.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/03/karaoke-yamcha-session-gardens-red-box.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-1187080441379459100</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T15:51:46.309+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>APPRAISAL vs RESIGNATION</title><description>A newly-joined trainee engineer asks his boss  ' What is the meaning of appraisal? ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : ' Do you know the meaning of resignation ? ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainee : ' Yes, I do. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : ' So let me make you understand what an appraisal is by comparing it with resignation. '             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Appraisal VS Resignation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an appraisal meeting they will speak only about your weakness, errors and failures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a resignation meeting they will speak only about your strengths, past achievements and success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an appraisal you may need to cry and beg for even a 10% pay hike. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In a resignation meeting you can easily demand ( or get more without asking ) more than 50-60% pay-hike ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an appraisal, they will deny promotion saying that you did not meet the expectation, you don't have leadership qualities, and that you had several drawbacks in reaching objective/goal.   &lt;br /&gt;During resignation, they'll say you are the core member of the team; that you are the vision of the company, and so ' How can you go ? '; you have to take the project on your shoulders and lead your juniors to success. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 90% chance of not getting any significant incentives after appraisal. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 90% chance of getting an immediate pay-hike after you put in your resignation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainee : ' Yes, boss, good enough.  Now I know what to do.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are about to do my appraisal, I will resign. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-1187080441379459100?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/tRwxueVt4X4/appraisal-vs-resignation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/02/appraisal-vs-resignation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-2438088963833263591</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T23:52:42.544+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Some latest photos of me (The camwhoring me)</title><description>I realised that it's been a while since I put photos in my blog. Thus, I think it would be nice that my friends who rarely see me can see how I look like lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried camwhoring AGAIN (refuse to act as my age). Hahaha.... So, here we go....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;current=SNV38185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38185.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;current=SNV38202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;current=SNV38205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop posing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;current=SNV38206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38206.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The over-exposed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/?action=view&amp;current=SNV38231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/eileen/SNV38231.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me with my sweet tooth craving. It's been a long day out which explains my looks being a bit cham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, perhaps I should act my age soon... No wonder still get checked IC. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-2438088963833263591?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/8pyzR6kKYkI/some-latest-photos-of-me-camwhoring-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-latest-photos-of-me-camwhoring-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-5788717318927030841</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T17:05:16.176+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Updates</title><description>It's been a while since I last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been rather routine. Still working on losing some weight, which is still a very, very hard task. People like to feed me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, last week, I handled the Japanese client after the long anticipation of difficulties &amp; s*it she offered me and in exchange of the 2-days face to face ordeal, I gained two sentences of praise and gratitude via email. *Pat myself on my back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Genting two weeks ago and visit the casino 3 times and all 3 times got IC checked. Dunno whether should be upset or happy. One of the time, the security guard looked at my IC, looked at me and gave me back my IC with a smirk. Yeah, man, I know, I am going to hit the 3-0 sooner than I know. Dun jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished my first novel for year 2009 (The last oracle - James Rollin). I still prefer his previous title - The Judas Strain. Looking forward to pick up a 2nd good novel to read very soon. Maybe later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finish writing my random updates. May sound a bit gibberish as I still feel a bit tired as I have not sufficient rest over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-5788717318927030841?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/YOmYkDIj4oE/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-2937859840043184202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T13:20:58.867+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Appraisal expectations</title><description>Yesterday I had my appraisal with my director, my boss and my senior (3 VS 1 - kesian the princess). I wasn't expecting it to be long, but it ended up to be a 1.5 hours talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was naive enough to think that I will get flying colours (scores) for the appraisal and get praises for doing a well done job. Luckily enough, I had my family and my bee to support and enlighten me what is the real definition of "an appraisal" after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was praised for excelling in my tasks &amp;amp; timelines and creating a good relationship with inter-department. &lt;strong&gt;BUT.... there's always a BUT ain't there.... &lt;/strong&gt;They have to find something irrelevant to get my scores down or not that high. Well, in the end all my scores are at least an average (achieved) or higher (exceeded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best they could take out of me -- is my lack of passion for my job. And their arguement is that besides handling my tasks very wel, I should &lt;strong&gt;go beyond&lt;/strong&gt; that and show interest in the whole market research thingy. I am suppose to read books, come out with ideas, questions everything if possible and approach to talk to bosses as much as possible. Some other "suggestions" are that being passionate is that I should influence people who worked with me to be efficient and effective like me (using lotus calendar, manual calendar, drafting timelines etc), making commentaries to clients about data without being asked and go out to retails/shopping malls and make friends with retailers, users and etc so I know the market before my clients do. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My director said, "&lt;em&gt;The world is not fair, when you meet expectations and furthermore exceed expectations, people would expect more from you. That's how it is&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss said, "&lt;em&gt;We see so much potential in you just based on the way you make things work. That's why I do not checked your work. But we want to see more of you in other things than doing tasks delegated&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, if one fulfill their job description (JD) and objectives (set by the bosses anyway), and somemore do a good job... is NOT ENOUGH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;However, I learned from my family and my bee some truths which I would like to share with you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An appraisal is where it affects your promotion and salary increment, of course they would have to bring negativity and scores down to save money. (&lt;strong&gt;Please keep this in mind&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;em&gt;**Consider my company is losing profit, this is even more understandable.&lt;/em&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Indians are very stingy in compliments and mostly like to stab you (Sorry, no offense to the Indians. Did I mentioned my boss likes to start conversation like, &lt;em&gt;"Why you Malaysians....?"&lt;/em&gt;). So if one can get compliments out from them, one should be happy and proud of oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If your scores are not lower than average and exceed average, you are doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things one can learn from an appraisal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What your bosses think and expect from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Things you can improve, things you can maintain and things you can eliminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I learn from my appraisal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always expect the worst even if you know you have did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is right (methods, talking and actions) for you, may not be right for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My bosses are jealous that I have a better relationship with inter-department and not with the research department (OMG, I have to treat my bosses as if they are my bfs huh &gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-2937859840043184202?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/yTo6j4aK2KM/appraisal-expectations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/01/appraisal-expectations.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-1018202855619239219</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T22:49:28.157+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><title>Tran Anh @ 3 hours away from Hanoi City, Vietnam</title><description>I was in Hanoi, Vietnam end of December 2008 with my family. We took a one day trip to Tran Anh which started at 8am and finished at 7pm. This Tran Anh place is around 3 hours drive where tourists go there to enjoy the breathtaking scenery of water, greens, mountains and most importantly --- the caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great when we were there, it was around 16 degrees. We arrived there around 11am and proceeded to take the boat trip to visit the caves. These wooden boats were rowed by local Vietnamese woman. The caves are rather dark and were lit up by lamps installed in the caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 hours boat ride enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery, we returned to land and enjoy a typical local lunch. After the delicious lunch, we started our journey back to Hanoi City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat trip begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38046.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into a cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38103.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out from a cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of the water makes it looks like a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smallest boat ever.... Man paddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNV38122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/calvinteh/SNV38122.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local dishes from Vietnam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-1018202855619239219?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/-ntbdohIgKI/tran-anh-3-hours-away-from-hanoi-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/01/tran-anh-3-hours-away-from-hanoi-city.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-2902237856377773280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T23:21:56.368+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><title>Year 2009 so far..... New Year Resolution</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;***Thanks for all that leave msgs to greet me Merry Christmas or/and Happy New Year. My apologies if I did not wish you back. Anyway, Happy New Year 2009!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Vietnam and Laos from 20th of Dec 2008 and back on the 3rd of Jan 2009. I was in Laos for Christmas and New Year in Vietnam. Both festivals are not celebrated in these country and was quiet..... Well, in a way, I wouldn't know as I slept before 12am for both days. Haha.... For those who know me long enough, will know that for special occasions, such as christmas, Chinese New Year, Valentine's day etc and even my own birthday, I am mostly on vacation or overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a drag to go to work on the 5th of Jan after 2 long weeks' break and of course work is piling up for me. Considering end of the year, workload should have gone down and with my "out of office" assistant on, I still have 143 emails in my inbox on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was once again the lucky one to be chosen by the external audit (twice internal audit I was also chosen!) to get audit for ISO9001. Furthermore, I am THE lucky number 1 for our company. My big, big, big boss aka the business development director aka BDD asked me 15mins earlier before the auditors came in whether I am handling this particular project and with a "yes.", he gave me a wicked smile and said "I purposely chose you! Hahahahaha...." and left happily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, suddenly I became "famous" in my company. While auditing, colleagues give me those stares, the twinkling eyes, the wicked smile, the nervous nudge... After auditing, I got so many, "So how?" or "How?" even from other departments.... Today one colleague even jokingly said, "If we got our ISO, we should give you a special award."..... Ok, I finish my ISO story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I write out my New Year Resolution. I had one for 2006 and one for 2007, but I never wrote it in my blog. Both came true though. 2006 is to work overseas and 2007 is to lose the 7kg I gained in Shanghai. 2008 I did not set any solid New Year Resolutions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I wanna set New Year Resolutions!!! Haha, well, I do not really want to think or set it, coz I am pretty strict to myself, I don't like to be NATO. However, I would take it as a motivation and reminder and will work hard to make it work with determination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a better bodyshape. I am thinking of losing 3-5kg. I have been consistent on my gym-going for the past 1.5 years, however the weight seems remain and a bit unstable. I am rather heavy for my height and I do still have a lot of baby fats ready to lose. So &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;slimmer, fitter and leanier&lt;/span&gt; body is what I am hoping for year 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A 5-figure salary, manager position and own office room. Haha... this is not year 2009 resolution, but something I hope to achieve by 30. Am I too ambitious? Well, no harm having a dream or a target in life right? **Hint hint, be siu nai nai also I dun mind geh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Better daughter, girlfriend and auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daughter role I think so far so good lar. I wanna spend as much time with them as possible as we are apart most of the time due to my dad's nature of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girlfriend role..... Always got room for improvement geh. But still I think I am a precious gem! Haha... Well, still is a hard role to take on as I am an individualism, perfectionist, nomad, ambitious, stubborn etc. It takes 2 to tango and I am thankful to find someone who is still willing to take the chances on this gal which is so adorable (cough cough) but yet such a headache at times! *Thanks bee* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As for AUNTIE ROLE!!!!!! Despite the threaten position of my princess status in the family, alas, our family will welcome a baby! It will be exciting as there's been 5 adults in this house for TOO LONG!!! Sad to say though, we all do not know how to handle babies. Hahaha. I think I will spoil my little niece/nephew :) Still got 6 months to go though, can't wait, can't wait!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mention a better friend, coz friends, I am a very decent friend right? Someone you can tell a secret and keep a secret, someone who you can say everything right? Hahaha.... I give friends a right to complain if I am not a good friend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read more english books to be more knowledgeable and improve my english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Traveling. Permanent every year new year resolution though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Update my blog more often. I will post my Vietnam and Laos trip later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore now. Year 2008 was a great year for me, a Europe trip, a new job and a great relationship. I am looking forward to have a better year in 2009! I wish the best to all who read this blog. May all your dreams and new year resolution come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-2902237856377773280?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/Bnq6V2keA80/year-2009-so-far-new-year-resolution.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2009-so-far-new-year-resolution.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-384389269404708076</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T10:31:39.004+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workout</category><title>Merry Christmas from your Investment Banker</title><description>Investment Banking 2008 Christmas Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/STNMJ3mqobI/AAAAAAAABlk/5qK36e_qStk/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274643321009643954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/STNMJ3mqobI/AAAAAAAABlk/5qK36e_qStk/s400/image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Latest Christmas carol for 2008, !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You'd better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep cash&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why:&lt;br /&gt;Recession is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hitting you once,&lt;br /&gt;It's hitting you twice&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't care if you've been careful and wise&lt;br /&gt;Recession is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worthless if you've got shares&lt;br /&gt;It's worthless if you've got bonds&lt;br /&gt;It's safe when you've got cash in hand&lt;br /&gt;So keep cash for goodness sake, HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You'd better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep cash&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why:&lt;br /&gt;Recession is coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance products are confusing&lt;br /&gt;Finance products are so vague&lt;br /&gt;The banks make you bear the cost of risk&lt;br /&gt;So keep out for goodness sake, OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You'd better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep cash&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why:&lt;br /&gt;Recession is coming to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-384389269404708076?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/u6VDquyLP8o/merry-christmas-from-your-investment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tP9chDp_UDY/STNMJ3mqobI/AAAAAAAABlk/5qK36e_qStk/s72-c/image001.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-from-your-investment.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-4785710544885013113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T22:43:23.983+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Eyes wide open VS Eyes shut close; Contentment VS Divorce</title><description>What does two 40+ years old sisters (one married, one single), one mother (50+ years old) with daughter (26 years old) and me have to talk about for 1+ hours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Venue: &lt;/span&gt;Woman's locker room in the gym club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three aunties lecturing the 2 of us (young gals) regarding guys -&gt; bf -&gt; eventually husband. Oh, and one of the auntie ask me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You 22 years old ar?"&lt;/span&gt; =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During singlehood/courtship&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Keep eyes open BIG BIG or WIDE WIDE, to make sure you spot a right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After marriage&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Keep one eye open, one eye close of your hubby's doings, complaints, money spendings, outings etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few years down the marriage road&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Can start having both eyes close.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calv wrote an interesting post regarding &lt;a href="http://recordedmoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-ok-sorry-for-long-absence.html"&gt;contentment&lt;/a&gt;. I agree mostly with what he have to say and kudos for him to write such a great post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my view towards the reasons for less divorce rate in our previous generations compared to current generations differs slightly. No doubt divorce rate in our era is much higher and definitely not being content is one of the reason. However, in our previous generations, many marriage maybe just an empty shell or a piece of signed paper without love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;They just do not divorce or sign the divorce paper like what current generations would do if it is end of the road of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many women suffered violence from the husband but stayed in the relationship due to the dependency towards the husband because of the sake of MONEY and CHILDREN. Divorce is not an option for these kind of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this era, most women our generation is independent, career-minded, financial independent, smart, sophisticated and etc. Very few choose to stay at home and become a housewife (siu nai nai or women born in a rich family is a different case, coz money is not an issue). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both husband and wife is working, what makes the right for the man to ask a woman to quit a job and stay at home and become a housewife? Even worse would it be if both husband and wife is working, but after work, the husband ask the wife to do the house chores, because it is a WOMAN THING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a transition period from a MAN'S WORLD to a EQUAL WORLD (which is still very much in the infancy stage). I wonder in the future will one day it becomes a WOMAN'S WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being said that, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;contentment is really an important element in life, not only in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes we just got to LEARN how to appreciate what we have. Keep in mind though, do not make yourself suffer if things are just not right for you. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Communication is another keep point in relationship. Err... good one of coz.&lt;/span&gt; I don't think one partner keep shouting to another partner is considered communication. Wukakaka....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-4785710544885013113?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/fq1mlwwyqFM/eyes-wide-open-vs-eyes-shut-close.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-wide-open-vs-eyes-shut-close.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-6183290671321278665</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T14:52:59.740+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>Mensus story</title><description>My good friend diagnosed me for being stressed out. My monthly auntie refused to come last month and this month she kindly visited me twice. Wukakakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mensus, my bro shared an interesting article he read. He says some expert says when a few girls stayed in a house long enough, their hormones will synchronized and resulting them to have period around the same time each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope this is a de-stressing post for me. Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TGIF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-6183290671321278665?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/MWcrLVcNapI/mensus-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/10/mensus-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-7433460391734339420</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T17:29:14.467+08:00</atom:updated><title>@#%^$%@#$%@!#$@#$@#%@#$</title><description>@#$^%$&amp;%#$%@^@$%@#%@#%$@%@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!#^$&amp;%$#@@%@#&amp;^$%!#@%@%#@^%@#%$@#$#@$#$@!#%@#%$#@!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When only can I get away from this!?!?!??!?!?!!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$#^$#&amp;^%^#$%$#%@$#@%@#^%$#^#$%#@$#@$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this de-stress therapy is working or not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#%#$$&amp;%^#$%@$!#@$@#$@#$@#$#@$#$@#$@#$@#%!#@^%!#^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO.... arrgggghhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-7433460391734339420?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/9ZQ4Ol58ApM/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-512213374852836550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T19:52:48.677+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thinkings</category><title>He said, She said, They said</title><description>One comes damaging and one comes for the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE female is poisonous and THE male is gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same one brings frustration and then brings you enjoyment. And another day it comes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a lot to say, but they all are just talks and no action (a.k.a. NATO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may act if things happen, but then consequences and conditions will come with their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are those who have no clue, they are those who need help and they are those who unintentionally brings you a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, She and They - people you can't live without or people who can't live without you; people you can't avoid or people you wanna connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes, it hits you with a big bang, but when it does not come, you wonder why it never happens to you; when it happens, will you be able to handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS SOMETIMES SO FRUSTRATING... but can't complain about it MUCH. For apparent reason for different people around me. Sigh.... I wish that my dream would come true someday to be siu nai nai. Wukakaka.... and then another day, I would like to have my career coz of some apparent reasons for different people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you are getting next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why so unpredictable, too much chocolates in my life. Wukakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Working late is not a good thing for me. It makes me go cockoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-512213374852836550?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/elnBuiOskVY/he-said-she-said-they-said.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-said-she-said-they-said.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10254161.post-4306786859959806164</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T14:57:31.505+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>HAPPPPPPPY from last night till today!!!</title><description>Last night I went home eating alone AGAIN coz the rest of the family had dinner earlier as I am always the last one to reach home. Mum came down to accompany me and in the midst of having my dinner, she came from behind and whisper something in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY CREEPY MUM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my parents will be here for the month of October before they fly off for my pa's next overseas assignment. Therefore, I am rushing home everyday after work to accompany them as much as I can and reserved my weekends for them. Thank God I got an understanding bee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mum told me a good news which makes me happy the whole night through and even when I was in gym I was very happy. Haha, I admit sometimes I get overjoyed for little things. I was surprised of the overjoy overwhelming me as it not that related to me, but also will affect me. I am just crossing my fingers tightly to wish it is true. This secret will remain now within the family and only one more important person knows (keep it to yourself till the time is right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** Back from heavy lunch*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I experience a heart-warming performance before sleeping. Even though a few keys off and some interruptions in between, my heart melts with the gesture. Hehe, I love pleasant surprises, given it big or small. I am a girl mar. Anyway, I am looking forward for the full throttle and perfect performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from lunch, happy and bloated (sob). Calv drops by as he is attending an interview at 2:30pm nearby. I invited him to the Ozeki restaurant. The soft shell crab is nicely done and the rest of the meal are okay. It's been my 7th month working here and it is the first time he drop by for lunch, so is my honour to see &amp; treat him. Well, it is understandable as he and I work and stay at far ends of &lt;strike&gt; earth &lt;/strike&gt; KL &amp; Selangor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so sleepy, I dislike having heavy lunch. Gonna enter for my 3pm brainstorming meeting with an Ang Moh and a Singh. Wuuuuuuuuuu..... *please do not bully me.* I should prepare my innocent face for later. Hahaha... okay, I will sign off now, can't really think well...... *blurp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10254161-4306786859959806164?l=ngieng.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessEileensChamberOfMemories/~3/udpv2H7t0KU/happpppppy-from-last-night-till-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Eileen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ngieng.blogspot.com/2008/10/happpppppy-from-last-night-till-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
