<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:04:48.053+08:00</updated><category term='Rights'/><category term='Info'/><category term='Pre-school'/><category term='Montessori'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='fun'/><category term='TV'/><category term='movies'/><title type='text'>eAt  yOuR hEArT OuT..</title><subtitle type='html'>(Pls visit us at http://grinmamablues.blogspot.com for recent updates.. kotohuadan)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-2066079705789980305</id><published>2008-02-13T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:03:02.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rights'/><title type='text'>What are they saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And we trusted them to rule the country???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMNO-Barisan Nasional Members of Parliament Question in Parliament&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.parlimen.gov.my/hindex/pdf/DR-29102007.pdf"&gt;http://www.parlimen.gov.my/hindex/pdf/DR-29102007.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; - page143-144.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuan Syed Hood bin Syed Edros [Parit Sulong]:&lt;/strong&gt;Tuan Yang di-Pertua, saya ingin menyentuh satu perkara tentang Kementerian Pelajaran iaitu sekolah-sekolah mubaligh seperti Convent, La Salle, Methodist dan sebagainya. Saya difahamkan Lembaga Pengarah di sekolah-sekolah ini sebahagiannya ditadbir dari gereja-gereja di luar negara seperti di Vatican City. Saya juga difahamkan permohonan untuk membina surau&lt;br /&gt;di sebahagian sekolah-sekolah ini terpaksa mendapat kebenaran daripada Lembaga Pengarah&lt;br /&gt;yang mana Lembaga Pengarah ini sebahagiannya ditadbir oleh gereja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi amat memalukanlah, bagi diri saya, tentang pentadbiran sekolah-sekolah ini yang&lt;br /&gt;masih lagi dikawal oleh pihak gereja. Begitu juga saya difahamkan tentang iklim sekolah-sekolah&lt;br /&gt;tersebut, banyak ibu bapa Islam menghantar anak-anak mereka ke sana, mereka kompelin&lt;br /&gt;sebab ada kalanya sekolah dimulakan dengan lagu-lagu gereja. Ini saya tidak tahu benar atau&lt;br /&gt;tidak, tetapi ia apa yang saya dapat daripada ibu bapa sendiri tetapi yang jelas di sekolahsekolah&lt;br /&gt;ini terpampang simbol-simbol agama. Saya rasa kecewa di dalam negara Islam,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia ini, kalau saya pergi ke sekolah convent, ada terpampang patung St. Mary di depandepan&lt;br /&gt;sekolah convent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datuk Haji Mohamad bin Haji Aziz [Sri Gading]:&lt;/strong&gt; [Bangun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuan Syed Hood bin Syed Edros [Parit Sulong]:&lt;/strong&gt; Silakan Yang Berhormat bagi Sri&lt;br /&gt;Gading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timbalan Yang di-Pertua [Datuk Dr. Yusof bin Yacob]:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya, Yang Berhormat bagi Sri&lt;br /&gt;Gading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datuk Haji Mohamad bin Haji Aziz [Sri Gading]:&lt;/strong&gt; Bagi saya sudah tidak terkejut, Yang&lt;br /&gt;Berhormat bagi Parit Sulong, cerita ini... [Disampuk] Bukan soal biasa. Soalnya kenapa boleh&lt;br /&gt;berlaku seperti ini? Satu. Hari Raya yang lepas, saya diberitahu oleh seorang bapa, waktu&lt;br /&gt;Aidilfitri disambut, sekolah jenis-jenis ini tidak ditutup. Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuan Syed Hood bin Syed Edros [Parit Sulong]:&lt;/strong&gt; Bukan sahaja patung, tetapi Ahli-ahli&lt;br /&gt;Yang Berhormat pergilah, tengoklah salib Kristian diletakkan di depan-depan sekolah. Saya tidak faham Kementerian Pelajaran, adakah pegawai-pegawai tidak nampak atau memang dasar kita membenarkan perkara ini. Walau bagaimanapun, saya sebagai orang yang bertanggungjawab kepada diri saya, agama, bangsa dan tanah air ini, saya menyatakan pendirian saya bahawa patung-patung ini hendaklah dirobohkan, salib-salib ini hendaklah dimusnahkan dan pengaruh-pengaruh gereja di sekolah-sekolah ini hendaklah dihentikan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Begitu juga dana yang dikumpulkan di sekolah-sekolah ini. Adakah kita mendapat&lt;br /&gt;laporan? Kalau boleh kementerian mendedahkan dana sekolah-sekolah ini. Saya difahamkan&lt;br /&gt;ada sekolah-sekolah ini juga ditaja oleh pihak-pihak gereja. Dana-dananya datang daripada&lt;br /&gt;gereja-gereja dan adakah pihak kementerian pantau sumber-sumbernya? Adakah audit-audit&lt;br /&gt;dilaksanakan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-2066079705789980305?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2066079705789980305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=2066079705789980305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/2066079705789980305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/2066079705789980305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-are-they-saying.html' title='What are they saying?'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-2418769487942487189</id><published>2008-01-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:25:40.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Final Fantasy VIII</title><content type='html'>Here's a ballroom dance by Squall &amp;amp; Rinoa.. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5ye7GQEuh0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5ye7GQEuh0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-2418769487942487189?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2418769487942487189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=2418769487942487189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/2418769487942487189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/2418769487942487189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-fantasy-viii.html' title='Final Fantasy VIII'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-6338782465515165003</id><published>2007-06-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:38:14.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lydia Kalidin - Tiwas..Kotoh</title><content type='html'>If you havent heard this song.... its funny!!!! Of coz it was written in our (sabahn's) own dialect... (TIWAS = KOTOH = Serve you right! Baru kau tahu!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5pOSA2K1K8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5pOSA2K1K8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(For Promotional Purpose Only: All Copyright belongs to their respective Owner.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokuro ko no mala ii ke yu&lt;br /&gt;Tuh okodou ngawi tuluh&lt;br /&gt;Apatai oku nopo moti nga ingga&lt;br /&gt;Mintong dokoyu&lt;br /&gt;Nga tiwas&lt;br /&gt;Kotoh ko nogi da’a ngawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa suruh koloboi [minum saja]&lt;br /&gt;Dala’an magauk [lihing montoku]&lt;br /&gt;Katinggalan kerita [bukan kreta tunggu kau]&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas [ketawa ketawa inda pandai jara]&lt;br /&gt;Kotoh, kotoh [kotoh kotoh, kotoh, kotoh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana marah pangawas, kana tulis nama [indada duit tuk bayar denda]&lt;br /&gt;Badiri di siring pagar bida sudah muka [rambut panjang kasi warna lagi tuh]&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas, kotoh, kotoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas, siapa suruh&lt;br /&gt;Dulu orait nopo tapi skarang kotoh tiada guna&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas, siapa suruh&lt;br /&gt;Dulu orait nopo tapi skarang kotoh tiada guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa suruh kamu escape [manyigup laitu]&lt;br /&gt;Malumpat pagar [satu kelas nampak bah]&lt;br /&gt;Kuyak seluar [nasip inda kana burung]&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas [ketawa ketawa inda pandai jara]&lt;br /&gt;Kotoh, kotoh [kotoh kotoh, kotoh, kotoh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana bubut cikgu bertapuk dalam tangki [garang butul guru disiplin bah (teriak teriak)]&lt;br /&gt;Inda buli kaluar sampai lonceng bunyi [banyak semut banyak lipas banyak cicak tu kamar]&lt;br /&gt;Tiwas tiwas, kotoh, kotoh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-6338782465515165003?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6338782465515165003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=6338782465515165003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6338782465515165003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6338782465515165003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lydia-kalidin-tiwaskotoh.html' title='Lydia Kalidin - Tiwas..Kotoh'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-8410848714979678870</id><published>2007-05-18T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:27:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley Davidson</title><content type='html'>I always remind myself that we should never forget nature, and life are always back to basic. This is cool! Something that would definitely trigger our adrenalin as we turun bukit... Reminds me of Flintstone! Imagine how he brakes.... sccrreeethhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCtKHhV6wn4/RkyjtvgVOEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SRNsN1p_0rk/s1600-h/HarletDavidson-Ifugao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCtKHhV6wn4/RkyjtvgVOEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SRNsN1p_0rk/s320/HarletDavidson-Ifugao2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065603687126480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCtKHhV6wn4/RkyjufgVOFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/adaNq1wfTq0/s1600-h/HarleyDavidson-Ifugao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCtKHhV6wn4/RkyjufgVOFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/adaNq1wfTq0/s320/HarleyDavidson-Ifugao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065603700011382866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-8410848714979678870?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8410848714979678870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=8410848714979678870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8410848714979678870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8410848714979678870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/05/harley-davidson.html' title='Harley Davidson'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCtKHhV6wn4/RkyjtvgVOEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SRNsN1p_0rk/s72-c/HarletDavidson-Ifugao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-6120454907328505480</id><published>2007-05-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:05:35.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My HEart ~</title><content type='html'>I have never seen the movie, but when I saw Ebi &amp; Mila AF5 performed this song, so cute lah. Esp when Mila shared her mic with Ebi...  Too bad, I dont vote for them... same goes to the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, My heart by Irwansyah feat Acha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-6120454907328505480?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6120454907328505480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=6120454907328505480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6120454907328505480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6120454907328505480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heart.html' title='My HEart ~'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-5601779317448240131</id><published>2007-05-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:58:48.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Classroom in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid100.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/joandarcy/2007%2005/25042007128-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-5601779317448240131?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5601779317448240131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=5601779317448240131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5601779317448240131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5601779317448240131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/05/classroom-in-progress.html' title='Classroom in Progress'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-3123940044425815494</id><published>2007-04-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:40:53.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Tune in to Al-Jazeera (Astro Ch20) on EveryWomen</title><content type='html'>Watch &lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/359FEFEA-AF20-4221-8799-47D5547645D7.htm"&gt;Everywoman&lt;/a&gt; this week, on &lt;span id="Htmlplaceholdercontrol1" class="DetaildSuammary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crime of apostasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Htmlplaceholdercontrol1" class="DetaildSuammary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In today's program, we examine the crime of apostasy...how a baby can be torn from its parents because a Muslim woman dared to marry a non-Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Religious freedom in Malaysia has been under the spotlight recently, with a string of disputes involving the country's non-Muslim minorities. The most high-profile is that of Siti Fatimah; she was born a Muslim but she married a Hindu man out of love. She calls herself Revathi, a Hindu name, and together the couple have a 15 month old baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because she was living as a Hindu, Siti has been accused of apostasy - or deserting her religion. She's been detained at a Rehabilitation Centre, and her baby has been taken away. Her husband Suresh, who is banned from seeing both his wife and child, spoke to &lt;em&gt;Everywoman&lt;/em&gt; about the battle to win back his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joining Shiulie Ghosh to discuss the issue is Zainah Anwar from Sisters In Islam, and Farid Suffian Shuaib, Law Lecturer at Malaysia's International Islamic University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time Schedule (MAlaysia Time):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 23rd = 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 24th = 1.30pm &amp; 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Wed 25th = 10.30am &amp;amp; 3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Thur 26th = 2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Fri 27th = 3.00pm &amp;amp; 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-3123940044425815494?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3123940044425815494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=3123940044425815494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/3123940044425815494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/3123940044425815494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/04/tune-in-to-al-jazeera-astro-ch20-on.html' title='Tune in to Al-Jazeera (Astro Ch20) on EveryWomen'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-5356234732602895836</id><published>2007-04-17T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:17:23.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Itu Kamu - Estranged (Rich)</title><content type='html'>Not bad! ;) have always faith in him (Rich), eventho he was voted out early in AF4.. I knew he will do better outside !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu memang Kamu, Rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfR7EHvX0_U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfR7EHvX0_U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older clip of Estranged "Chocolate Syrup".. before AF4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JJji1eEJsU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JJji1eEJsU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I cant understand what they said... Maybe video quality??? *GRIIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, here's the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate Syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean up the mess I've made today&lt;br /&gt;I've left this time for good&lt;br /&gt;Think of the good times that we had&lt;br /&gt;Instead think of me as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like it when I&lt;br /&gt;You like it when I make you&lt;br /&gt;You love it when I&lt;br /&gt;You love it when I make you&lt;br /&gt;As though you hate it&lt;br /&gt;When all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet as chocolate&lt;br /&gt;But not as sweet as hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better, better than that x2&lt;br /&gt;I'm bigger, bigger than that x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're next, I'm glad that you're the same&lt;br /&gt;Easy, I hope I won't be bored&lt;br /&gt;It's like this, it won't take that much time&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming, and you won't be late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like it when I&lt;br /&gt;You like it when I make you&lt;br /&gt;You love it when I&lt;br /&gt;You love it when I make you&lt;br /&gt;As though you hate it&lt;br /&gt;When all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet as chocolate&lt;br /&gt;But not as sweet as hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better, better than that x2&lt;br /&gt;I'm bigger, bigger than that x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-5356234732602895836?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356234732602895836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=5356234732602895836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5356234732602895836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5356234732602895836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/04/itu-kamu-estranged-rich.html' title='Itu Kamu - Estranged (Rich)'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-7981566713852049323</id><published>2007-04-17T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:04:09.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love this song, and this band! DEWA with Deavola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I have never heard Faizal AF4 sang this song... Not a fan of his.. solly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AA6GSDpc4M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AA6GSDpc4M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-7981566713852049323?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7981566713852049323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=7981566713852049323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7981566713852049323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7981566713852049323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-this-song-and-this-band-dewa-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-5115535245745805380</id><published>2007-04-17T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:29:52.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Aku bukan untukMu ~ Rossa</title><content type='html'>I love indonesians' singer! as compared to Malaysians.. Dunno, just that I feel they have better tune!! IMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this when Heliza AF5 sang it. Love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMJmQAwXFAo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMJmQAwXFAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="15%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tajuk:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku Bukan Untukmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artis:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dahulu kau mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu kau menginginkanku&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun tak pernah ada jawabku&lt;br /&gt;Tak berniat kau tinggalkan aku &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sekarang kau pergi menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Disaat ku mulai mengharapkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kumohon maafkan aku &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aku menyesal tlah membuatmu menangis&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan memilih yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan pernah kau dustai takdirmu&lt;br /&gt;Pasti itu terbaik untukmu &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Janganlah lagi kau mengingatku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukanlah untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Untuk diriku &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sekarang kau pergi menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Disaat ku mulai mengharapkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kumohon maafkan aku &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aku menyesal tlah membuatmu menangis&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan memilih yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan pernah kau dustai takdirmu&lt;br /&gt;Pasti itu terbaik untukmu &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Janganlah lagi kau mengingatku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukanlah untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Untuk diriku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-5115535245745805380?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5115535245745805380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=5115535245745805380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5115535245745805380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5115535245745805380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/04/aku-bukan-untukmu-rossa.html' title='Aku bukan untukMu ~ Rossa'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-8298359009316350671</id><published>2007-03-09T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:44:49.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>LOST in Love</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. not sure when is the LOST Season 3 starting in Malaysia... In the States, it has started last year Oct. I am not a TV addict, I select my shows. Well, LOST happens to be one in the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share... Love Sawyer! Aummm!!! &lt;-- bungi rimau! hahaah! &lt;br /&gt;The fans re-named this couple as SKate.. ;) Sweet! To Sawyer &amp; Kate fan, this is for u!&lt;br /&gt;SOng by Oasis "Stop Crying your hearts out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIYxFZJdV6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIYxFZJdV6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to JaTe = Jack and Kate's fan... Solly, me not in favour! Boring bah character si Jack! Anyways, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Song: You &amp; Me.. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmC2Gn47EGA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmC2Gn47EGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-8298359009316350671?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8298359009316350671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=8298359009316350671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8298359009316350671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8298359009316350671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/03/lost-in-love.html' title='LOST in Love'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-5805000694831946699</id><published>2007-03-09T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:10:18.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Final Fantasy X - First Love</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! Old story.. I was browsing the net, and found this... Boy! I have not been playing PS for a very long time now.. I am an avid fan of RPG game, esp Japanese animax and FFX was my last game before my &lt;a href="http://grinmamablues.blogspot.com/"&gt;lil C&lt;/a&gt; pop out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... sometimes, it does make me feel so old now.. not so hi-tech mom anymore.. I remembered I played &lt;a href="http://www.square-enix-usa.com/games/FFX/"&gt;FFX&lt;/a&gt; during the wee of the mornings, just to 'kill' time before the baby arrived. Hubby said that my kid will be the first Sabahan manga animator when he comes out to the world and build his career.. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this movie on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;. So sad lah, tho the guy who did this remix the whole movie... still so sad.. Love the song by &lt;a href="http://www.utadanet.com"&gt;Utada Hikaru&lt;/a&gt;, love the animation! *sniff*.. boy, I do get so emotional!.. maybe reminiscing those time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVgT9HP6dJ0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVgT9HP6dJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;Song: First Love - (ENglish Translation from partial japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our last kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tasted like tobacco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a bitter and sad smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow, at this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where will you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who will you be thinking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are always gonna be my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;even if I fall in love with someone once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll remember to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you taught me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are always gonna be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the paused time is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;about to start moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's many things that I don't want to forget about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow, at this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will probably be crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will probably be thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you will always be inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you will always have your own place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that I have a place in your heart too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now and forever you are still the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are always gonna be my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;even if I fall in love with someone once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll remember to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you taught me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are always gonna be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-5805000694831946699?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5805000694831946699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=5805000694831946699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5805000694831946699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5805000694831946699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-fantasy-x-first-love.html' title='Final Fantasy X - First Love'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-7336548688905181817</id><published>2007-01-19T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:54:38.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montessori'/><title type='text'>Aisha Z. Abdullah : A Montessorian</title><content type='html'>Excerp from the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIVATE KINDERGARTENS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having worked for five years as a lawyer, Pn Aisha Abdullah spent about RM12,000 to enroll in a Montessori Diploma course to become a kindergarten teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it because she wanted a change in career that would enable her to spend more time with her children. She printed a stack of flyers and dropped them off at houses that had tricycles or toys near her kindergarten in Section 13, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kindergarten, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Childrens House&lt;/span&gt;, now caters to children between the ages of three and six and she charges about RM300 to RM350 per child a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Montessori method of learning was founded in 1907 by Dr Maria Montessori, the first woman physician in Italy. She based her educational methods on scientific observation of children's learning processes. Guided by her reckoning that children teach themselves, Dr Montessori designed a ‘prepared environment’ in which children could freely choose from a number of ‘developmentally appropriate’ activities. Montessori emphasises learning through all five senses and not just through listening, watching or reading. Children in Montessori classes learn at their own pace and according to their choice of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Aisha says that the Montessori learning method is different from conventional pre-schools whereby children are taught how to hold a pencil and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adds: “Most parents do not respect a child’s emotional and social development skills which extend beyond those tasks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before the age of six, a child is very ‘absorbent’ and this is a sensitive period when they are experiencing a window of opportunity to learn. They must be nurtured to love learning and that anything is achievable if they are allowed access to materials and the right environment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of her teaching materials can be made, Pn Aisha has spent about RM60,000 to equip her kindergarten with teaching aids. She intends to promote the awareness of the Montessori method and hopes to attract more teachers into this field by developing a society of educators in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opportunities for fresh graduates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, she plans to open another centre and hire at least four teachers. “We need to look at their credentials as most of those who apply are without work experience,” she said. “However, those who have a genuine interest to learn are considered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Aisha says that teachers should not expect much since they are only required to teach for half a day and need not work during school holidays. Fresh graduates can expect to earn about RM800 and up to RM1,500 as a principal, a career she says that is suitable for homemakers or part-time students.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-7336548688905181817?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7336548688905181817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=7336548688905181817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7336548688905181817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7336548688905181817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2007/01/aisha-z-abdullah-montessorian.html' title='Aisha Z. Abdullah : A Montessorian'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-1437296070157443386</id><published>2006-11-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:55:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven can wait</title><content type='html'>this advertisement has won 8 awards in Cannes.. as per the forwarded email said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before u click to watch... jan takut... keep watching! hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;(p/s I hafta admit I hated when friends forward me gory images of eerry stuffs.. like multilated dead body etc.... The first time I saw this, I closed the window after 5 secs... but Trust me, my stomach can eat this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s100.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/joandarcy/SEGUR1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, buckle up, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-1437296070157443386?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437296070157443386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=1437296070157443386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/1437296070157443386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/1437296070157443386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/11/heaven-can-wait.html' title='Heaven can wait'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-3604751234992544234</id><published>2006-11-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:44:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>Those who read (Sabah's local paper)Daily Express &lt;a href="http://dailyexpress.com.my/news.cfm?NewsID=45488"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/a&gt;' paper... as the Title mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;Poor policeman, he sprained his ankle while chasing the PTI (Pendatang Tanpa Izin / illegal immigrant)... but.. if you look closely, the poor police look so unfit.. kekeke.. mcm ada overweight skit... ?? Not sure if police in Malaysia has a standardised weight policies.. Kalau unfit, memang susah mau kejar penjahat kan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/95/1729/1600/111106la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/95/1729/320/111106la.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-3604751234992544234?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3604751234992544234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=3604751234992544234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/3604751234992544234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/3604751234992544234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-7077654986432529670</id><published>2006-11-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:45:18.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free The Books!!!</title><content type='html'>Check out this website &lt;a href="http://freethebooks.blogspot.com"&gt;freethebooks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read the list of books that are banned or restricted by the Kementerian Dalam Negeri in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the list are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read Aloud Children's Classics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Music for Sleepy Babies&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wiggles Shop Wiggly Jukebox&lt;/span&gt;.  Okay, you can fall on the floor and die laughing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have to organise some kind of protest for the rights of our children's to read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt; and listen to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Music for Sleepy Babies&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe we can sit down at a cafe, sip some coffee and read Spongebob and listen to the music.  Then when they drag us away, we can wave our copies of Spongebob and scream,"FREEDOM!  FREEDOM for SPONGEBOB!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-7077654986432529670?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7077654986432529670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=7077654986432529670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7077654986432529670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/7077654986432529670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-books.html' title='Free The Books!!!'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-5690807693666599322</id><published>2006-10-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:24:18.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Doo Wop Horses- This is Awesome- turn your sound on!!! x</title><content type='html'>This is so the cool one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below.   Wait for the entire screen to load up with all four horses and a fence in front of them.  Then click on each horse.  Make sure your sound is on. Re-click on any horse to make it turn off or turn it back on again. Somebody did some real wizardry of programming to coordinate this!  Try clicking on the horses from left to right then right to left then just one or two at a time ... It's fun and a good stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!   Do them in random order for some weird songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/95/1729/320/doo%20woop%20horses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-5690807693666599322?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5690807693666599322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=5690807693666599322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5690807693666599322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/5690807693666599322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/10/doo-wop-horses-this-is-awesome-turn.html' title='Doo Wop Horses- This is Awesome- turn your sound on!!! x'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-6979384948925189789</id><published>2006-10-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:36:28.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Know Your Rights ~ Malaysian Citizens</title><content type='html'>I found this interesting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED BOOK&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/www.malaysiabar.org.my"&gt;http://www.malaysiabar.org.my&lt;/a&gt; talks about our rights as Malaysian Citizen against Malaysian police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take heed and learn about our rights!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/component/option,com_docman/task,doc_details/gid,639/Itemid,120/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/images/banners/redbook-banner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is unfortunate that most people are completely ignorant of their rights. They do not have the slightest idea of what the police can or cannot do.” ... Datuk Seri Mohamed Nazri Aziz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/span&gt;, Thurs: More than 60 lawyers and representatives from NGOs, the US Embassy and the press gathered at the Bar Council Auditorium this morning, all for a very noble cause, to witness the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;birth of a Red Book&lt;/span&gt; or Buku Merah known as “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polis Dan Hak-Hak Asas Anda&lt;/span&gt;”. (&lt;a href="http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/component/option,com_docman/task,doc_details/gid,639/Itemid,120/"&gt;Please click here to download the English, Bahasa Malaysia and Chinese versions of the RED BOOK&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo Yang Poh, the President of the Bar Council, started his speech by thanking all those in attendance, in particular, Datuk Seri Mohamed Nazri Bin Abdul Aziz, the Minister in the Prime Minister’s Department in charge of Law, for his valuable time to launch the Red Book. &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/content/view/2841/2/"&gt;(read more)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peep at the RED BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/95/1729/1600/police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/95/1729/320/police.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-6979384948925189789?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6979384948925189789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=6979384948925189789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6979384948925189789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6979384948925189789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/10/know-your-rights-malaysian-citizens.html' title='Know Your Rights ~ Malaysian Citizens'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-8597151105210736989</id><published>2006-10-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:30:16.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Beware of Fake Policemen</title><content type='html'>Do you really know how does a Malaysian policeperson's badge looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a forwarded mail I received, tot its valuable info to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;To:    Ladies, be alert.  It is happening in Penang !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to receive forwarded emails regarding incidents of being 'disturbed' by a fake  policeman but I don't really believe that until i met one last saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8.30am when I was driving at Jln Ayer Itam. I noticed a motorbike following me closely. Of course I didnt suspect anything bcos that is the main road to town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the Mobil petrol station, b4 SRJK Shang Wu, I turned left to Tmn Lumba Kuda &amp; he followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he was riding the motorbike on my right &amp; took out his handcuff and kept saying "Saya polis". I ignored him. Then at the tmn lumba kuda housing area he overtook my car &amp; stopped his motorbike infront on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped &amp; waited till he got down from his bike then I drove off again. Unfortunately, we met again at the tuffclub traffic light. This time, he kept knocking at my window and asking me to co me out from my car. He also showed me a so called police ID card without photo or logo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure that he is not a genuine policeman. Even if he is a real one, and if I did break any traffic rules, he can just send me a summon without needing me to get down from my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided go drive to police station. He followed me till a few hundreds metre b4 I turned to the police station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a medium size Malay guy, abt 165-170cm height. Riding Modenas &lt;br /&gt;Kriss 100,   PGN 74. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: A REAL policeman ID card is light yellow in color with Logo &amp; the word "polis diraja malaysia " in front. At the back, there will be a passport size photo, name &amp; matriks number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this thing wont happen again and wont happen to any of you as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-8597151105210736989?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8597151105210736989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=8597151105210736989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8597151105210736989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/8597151105210736989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/10/beware-of-fake-policemen.html' title='Beware of Fake Policemen'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-6022361350464726973</id><published>2006-10-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:13:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move on!</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know that I am moving to my old blogspot. There may be no more updates in this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? hehehe.. I have upgraded my &lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://grinmamablues.blogspot.com/"&gt;grinmamablues.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;to that beta thingy... so, trying to focus on that blog... till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-6022361350464726973?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6022361350464726973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=6022361350464726973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6022361350464726973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/6022361350464726973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on!'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115915055640231554</id><published>2006-09-25T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:15:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loving memory of ROSE</title><content type='html'>The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalphotoartistry.com/roses/Imgp8742.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115915055640231554?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115915055640231554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115915055640231554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115915055640231554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115915055640231554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/09/loving-memory-of-rose.html' title='A loving memory of ROSE'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115792097391649418</id><published>2006-09-11T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:42:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would old acquaintace be forget...</title><content type='html'>I was just about to go to bed, when I spotted a friend's issue on his &lt;a href="http://nicholianjustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/boys-and-girls-best-friend.html"&gt;blog.&lt;/a&gt; He spoke of boy-girl relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an sms from a childhood friend to inform me that there's a wedding invitation for me in her hand and would like to pass it to me. I asked if it's hers, but she denied and didnt explain further. So, we arranged our meeting at Kopi Bin, Damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her, I met another old friend of mine, I know Willie when I entered Lower 6 in La Salle once upon a time. What a coincidence! So I persuaded Willie (and forget about whoever he was about to meet inside KopiBin) to join me for coffee, while waiting for Ronn. I know that Willie and Ronn are acquaintance, and normally it is Willie to update me with Ronn's latest news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a minute later, here came Ronn and she looked so blurr.. With her gaya sri ayu, she waved and sat with us. She passed me the red summon, so when I asked who's card. "It is someone you know," giving her sheepish smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lowell's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, he got married last month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much questions asked, I unfold the envelop and saw Willie's name. "Huh? Hey, It's yours la," looking at Willie who was already smilling. I returned his smile and continued reading the card. Well, u see, normally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hin&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;se We&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ding I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ta&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ion&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; are H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so you gotta read slowly not to miss the lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the bride,.. lemme see... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rona Rina Thien&lt;/span&gt;"... Hey, I know that name.. huh? OMG!!! hahahha!!! HAhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry guys. The bride was right infront of me! yeap!!! Acquantance I thought at first, turned out to be lovers.. hehehe.. I was suprised coz I know the lovely birds' background and never in my mind that they are getting married..and its soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I met Willie was a day before my lil one arrived, during a Chap Goh Mei's party laster at a friend's place. And Rona was somewhere mid 2004 to pass her a friend's wedding invitation card. We try to keep intouch by sending sms greetings once in a while.. and Not once that I was informed they were dating.. To even recall how I reacted infront of them yesterday, before I was given the card, I treated as if they have not meet each other for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Celine.. Celine.. !! Apalah ko nie!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lovely couple, Willie and Rona, this is for your both! (hope u'd read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May joy and peace surround you both,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Contentment latch your door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;    May happiness be with you now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;    God bless you evermore.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... See you on your wedding day, 7th October 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115792097391649418?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115792097391649418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115792097391649418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115792097391649418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115792097391649418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/09/would-old-acquaintace-be-forget.html' title='Would old acquaintace be forget...'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115736835230601397</id><published>2006-09-04T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:21:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stingray kills 'Crocodile Hunter'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2006/WORLD/asiapcf/09/04/australia.irwin/newt1.irwin.mon.01.gi.jpg" align="left" /&gt;SYDNEY, Australia (CNN) -- Steve Irwin, the TV presenter known as the "Crocodile Hunter," has died after being stung by a stingray in a marine accident off Australia's north coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media reports say Irwin was diving in waters off Port Douglas, north of Cairns, when the incident happened on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin, 44 was killed by a stingray barb that went through his chest, according to Cairns police sources. Irwin was filming an underwater documentary at the time. (&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/asiapcf/09/04/australia.irwin/index.html"&gt;Full Story&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;website: &lt;a href="http://www.crocodilehunter.com/"&gt;www.crocodilehunter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Bob Irwin&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Lyn (d. 2002 car accident)&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Terri Irwin (m. 4-Jun-1992, two children)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Bindi Sue Irwin (b. 24-Jul-1998)&lt;br /&gt;Son: Bob Irwin (b. 1-Dec-2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s I love his show, in fact, he is the reason I started watching documentaries... God Bless His Soul!!&lt;br /&gt;p/s2 : I heard many &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/weekly/aa022801b.htm"&gt;rumours&lt;/a&gt; of his death few years back.. but this time, its for real!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115736835230601397?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115736835230601397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115736835230601397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115736835230601397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115736835230601397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/09/stingray-kills-crocodile-hunter.html' title='Stingray kills &apos;Crocodile Hunter&apos;'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115777165268571590</id><published>2006-08-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T11:24:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked pocket at Wisma Merdeka</title><content type='html'>I just have to share this.. please read... and share if u have any experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,  lil C and I went shopping at Wisma Merdeka. Well, we arrived around 11.30am and decided to have light meal at KFC. It was very packed becoz of the school holidays. I managed to get a seat very close to the smaller entrance at the other end of KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-happy, joy-joy, lil C and myself were enjoying and amusing each other with each gigs. I remembered there's this guy (I think he is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pilak)&lt;/span&gt; came to me and started raising his voice, "Hey, duit ko jatuh!!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you dropped your money&lt;/span&gt;)" pointing the floor. I startled and looked at where he was pointing, and saw RM1 on the floor. I picked it up, wanted to give it to the man but he was no where to be found. Being a good Samaritan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kununlah&lt;/span&gt;, I gave the money to the KFC waiter and told him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lil C and I continued our lunch and.... the guy came back. He again, spoke to me rudely," Manah sudah duit sayah?(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's my money?&lt;/span&gt;)" with that pilak accent again... I didnt want to look at his &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; face, told him that I have given it to the waiter. Then I noticed that he was gripping few RM1s on his left hand.. so, I thought that maybe it WAS his money that dropped to the floor... But it was wierd the way he spoke and approached to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After KFC, we went to Tongs Supermarket. Spent at least an hour there browsing and selecting some clothes; went to the cashier for payment.. My blood did rushed, as I was going through my bag (more like lil C's bagpack)... I couldnt find my purse. I stopped and started thinking again.. and searched... Nope... My purse wasnt there!!! I try not to panic coz I didnt want to lose focus on lil C. Told the cashier what could have happened and left the Supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where could it be? Did I misplace it somewhere... ?? Taking a deep breath, carrying lil C in my arms... I thought I didnt go anywhere after KFC and that was the only time I took out my purse. Then, that pilak guy's wierd action struck me!!!! OMG!!! I had been picked pocketted!!!! SIALAN BETUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard stories about how people being tricked and the kind of trick used... but it never triggered me that at that point of time, IT WAS ME was tricked by them!!! They were so good coz they knew exactly how to distract their prey's attention..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the necessary.. reported to the security (which I think didnt help much as the &lt;s&gt;idiotic&lt;/s&gt;, arrogant chief security told me that these happened almost every other day and the most of the victims were mother with young children.. He - &lt;s&gt;the idiot&lt;/s&gt; - even dared to tell me dat he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; these bandits... ???? How come nothing is done???? cilakak betul!!!) Hadda call dear hubby to come to Wisma coz I dont even have a single cent to pay for parking fee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to report the incident at the Police Station, my poor lil C was sleeping in the car. I told the officer about what happened.. They told me that the security department of Wisma Merdeka has never reported such cases to them, which they should have... So inefficient!!! How can our country develop if they behave like this, even the security system in our state is not proper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thanked God that my lil C and myself were safe when that happened.. Every other things can be replaced but not him nor my safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have friends who told me, "Barutau, itu la nda careful" which in my heart, i told myself that when it happened to you dear buddy, just be alert coz it can turn to a different outcome, beyond our expectation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dearest friends.. Just remember, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont wait for something like things to happen... be alert at all time... especially when you are with younger kids with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I even heard tricks like, that person is asking for the time, when u look at your watch, they snatch ur wallet/bag.&lt;br /&gt;p/s another trick is when the person would rub your legs up and down motion to distract ur attention(wierd ~ but did happened to dear hubby, thank God he was alert and held his wallet tightly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that They always work in group, sometimes it is also dangerous to resist.. SCARYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Government, I plead you to BANTERAS ALL THE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Please!! For our safety!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115777165268571590?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115777165268571590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115777165268571590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115777165268571590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115777165268571590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/08/picked-pocket-at-wisma-merdeka.html' title='Picked pocket at Wisma Merdeka'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115517921723594336</id><published>2006-08-10T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:07:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much would u change in 3 years?</title><content type='html'>Check this out!! Wierd.. hehehe.... Good to know that she didnt get fat within that 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLHdwddwRdE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLHdwddwRdE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115517921723594336?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115517921723594336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115517921723594336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115517921723594336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115517921723594336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-much-would-u-change-in-3-years.html' title='How much would u change in 3 years?'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115135896916582854</id><published>2006-06-27T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:56:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atama On the Air</title><content type='html'>Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atama on the Air : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H3fEGgm4D4"&gt;One In A Million&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115135896916582854?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H3fEGgm4D4' title='Atama On the Air'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115135896916582854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115135896916582854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115135896916582854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115135896916582854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/06/atama-on-air.html' title='Atama On the Air'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-115109436661854879</id><published>2006-06-24T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T04:26:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotter P. Edwin Edin ~ AF4 from Membakut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/Lotter%20DE220606Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/Lotter%20DE220606Resized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cool huh? WHo ever thought that my org kampung would be featured on reality TV program daily in Astro... hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's stories about him... A simple humble kampung boy, to be a shining star! We keep our fingers cross for you, Lotter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-115109436661854879?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/115109436661854879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=115109436661854879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115109436661854879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/115109436661854879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/06/lotter-p-edwin-edin-af4-from-membakut.html' title='Lotter P. Edwin Edin ~ AF4 from Membakut'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114346750975652703</id><published>2006-03-27T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:51:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK Street Nuisance ~ Part 2</title><content type='html'>Some more related emails... remember to save this no. into your mobile&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;088-318555&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dear Friends, on the way out of my workplace at Wisma Merdeka I  often see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;these foreign kids (a local would recognise their own people so it  could not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;have been the local kids) walking around and following tourists  with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;hands out begging. My hubby would often slow down his car next to  them and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;will shout at the kids to move away as well as advise the friendly  smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;unsuspicious tourists (must be thinking that they are locals =  tainting our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;good reputation) to just ignore them the street kids. But the  question is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;that when would it ever stop when even the wisma Merdeka  management who has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;security guards placed only in the area facing wisma Sabah  cant spare theirs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;to monitor the sorrounding of its building ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot can be  done as they seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;to fear uniformed man more but then again, could it be  because the uniformed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;man of this building are actually known to them thus  they couldn't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;bothered about it? It's not surprising as most of them do  not look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;local and they speaks their language (I would have known most  Sabahan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;dialects being a native myself). A few times in the early morning, I  saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;some 'alien' coming out of the building used to be the Gayana jetty. Why  is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;it still there when its not being used anymore ? The structure provides  a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;perfect hiding place for anyone at night. Could the kids and their  family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;staying there in order to make it easier for them to hang around  nearby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;place like wisma Merdeka, Hyatt and Segama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Brenda  Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;READ ALL CORRESPONDENCE BELOW... THESE ARE JUST A FEW  INCIDENT WHICH WAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;BROUGHT TO LIGHT AND ARE REALLY HAPPENING IN KOTA  KINABALU. THEY ALL SHARE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;THEIR UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;PLEASE BE  CAREFUL.... WHERE EVER WE  ARE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;After  reading this email, maybe we should change the venue of Meeting Sheau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cheng  from Upperstar to a safer place like Lintas Yoyo. It's really not  safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;especially we are all girls driving at night time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I used to have  this experience working in STC last time. It was a horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;experience  because I needed to park my car to work everyday. When I worked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;late, I need  to ask my male colleague to accompany me. Even 2-3 girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;walking in company  would not stop them harassing and worst one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;colleagues new car was  smashed and another female colleague was threaten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;that she will be raped when  seeing her running to her car ignoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guys, the police hotline  number is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;088 318555.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Keep it handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Some useful info. from DR. Helen  Lasimbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A  friend of mine had similar problem in the street of KK. He called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;police  hotline and within 15 minutes a police patrol came and arrested some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;of these  children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The police hotline number is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;088-318555&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes seemes a long time, but better late than never, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114346750975652703?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114346750975652703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114346750975652703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114346750975652703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114346750975652703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/kk-street-nuisance-part-2.html' title='KK Street Nuisance ~ Part 2'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114295362099054770</id><published>2006-03-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:07:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK Street Nuisance ~ Be Wary</title><content type='html'>I received an email from my cuz and would like to share with whoever is reading this. It's about the nuisance caused by the illegal immigrants happening at KK street. This is very sad/scary as we have also experienced quite similar incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;READ ALL CORRESPONDENCE  BELOW... THESE ARE JUST A FEW INCIDENTS WHICH WERE BROUGHT TO LIGHT AND ARE  REALLY HAPPENING IN KOTA KINABALU.  THEY ALL SHARE THEIR UNPLEASANT  EXPERIENCE.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLEASE BE CAREFUL.... WHERE EVER WE ARE!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; ____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: 11 March  2006 01:11&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Problems in the streets in KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  received a forwarded email a few weeks ago, about Pauline Chin's experience, who  is from Sabah Tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my sister in-law, Elaine Foster, had bad  experiences with immigrants on the streets in KK, here's her story(below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, husband and I had also experienced the same thing. One time we  parked our car near Upperstar area, and a group of kids and a teenager was  following us and after we got into the car, two of the kids were trying to open  our car doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary especially if I was alone that time! We  think that Sabah Tourism or the government should seriously do something about  these problems. We must stop them from bugging us and the tourists in the  streets, before something bad happens one of these days. Please read the  attached email below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Foster &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;Avril,&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to anyone you think may benefit or who can  do something to help Sabah Tourism and the City of KK need to seriously do  something about the mess around the Hyatt (Shenanigans) and Upper Star.  After  reading the email about the two 'immigrants' who opened up your car door I feel  i should relay my own personal story.  On two separate occasions I visited the  the Upper Star area and parked my car and both occassions there have been  children hanging out there,from the ages of about 5 to 13.  They stand around  sniffing glue and harrass passers by.  They particularily prey on women and  tourists.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On both occassions as I was walking back to my car with another girl friend  we were surorunded and followed to our car.  When we refused to give them money  they flashed us.  When we got into the car they proceeded to lean against the  window and rub their naked parts on my window.  It was disgusting and  frightening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The next time, almost a year to the day, again I was parked  down there (where else to park?) and again the boys followed us to the car.   Except this time they tried to get in the back seat and while my friend ran to  chase them off another young one try to grab her purse that had fallen in all  the chaos. We were both very shaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I went to the Wine Bar later and  complained and they seemd to laugh it off. How can they expect to make business  there if it is not safe for their customers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I watched from the balconey  as the boys continued to harrass other tourists next to the Hyatt.  Is this how  Sabah Tourism wants to show Sabah?  It is a scandal that nothing is being done  to clean up the area, especially one that is visited by many foreigners and  visitors to the city.  It is embarrassing that KK city doesn't seem to be doing  anything and there was even a story in the newspaper the very next day about the  mayor or whomever congratulating himself for cleaning up the city, that the city  was officially a safer place due to some action or other.  Well, I have not seen  any difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;One other incident occurred in broad daylight next to  the water front area, across from Marina Court Apartments.  I was walking on the  sea side, after the market, when a group of young boys approached me and asked  for money. When I said no they began to grab me inappropriately and again  flashed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I slapped one very hard trying to scare them and walked  hurriedly to the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;They then began to throw rocks at me.  In broad  daylight!  And nobody stopped to help me and nobody came to my rescue.  I was  extremely shaken and scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sabah Tourism and the city of KK  (governement and local businessess) MUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;act on these complaints. How can  the city be a major tourist attraction for Sabah if this is what it welcomes  it's visitors with.  Time to act and do something about it instead of pretending  the problem does not exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Elaine Foster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My  girlfriend and I was driving along the Centre Point way (Public Bank side)  heading out towards Promenade hotel on our way home. We had to stop at the  traffic light. To our left was the construction site of the new shopping complex  and to our right Le meridien hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A group of immigrant looking men  pass by our car, and try to open the backdoor of our  car. Thank God we locked  the car. It was about 10 ish at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Having experienced this myself, I  would like to urge you to immediately lock your car door once you are inside  your car, as a safety precaution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Stay safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pauline Chin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;hr size="1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114295362099054770?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114295362099054770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114295362099054770&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114295362099054770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114295362099054770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/kk-street-nuisance-be-wary.html' title='KK Street Nuisance ~ Be Wary'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114243269072591943</id><published>2006-03-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:39:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteor strike BH?</title><content type='html'>I went to JPJ at Beverly Hills, Penampang to renew my license.. hehehe... it had been expired since Jan this year and I was still driving around! Phew! I was lucky didnt get caught.. only to find out about it last Sunday! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went there around 3pm, looked for parking and guess what!! There was a BIG.. and I meant it.. a gigantic hole on the road inside the JPJ compound at the parking area.... OMG! .. JPJ stands for Jabatan Pengangkutan Jalan...  so, I thought things esp at their own area should be taken care of.. What ever happened there?? Nevermind.... so I drove into the parking area... and there were FEW MORE holes on the road itself... seemed that JPJ was struck by meteor or what??? What a pity! WHy cant they maintain the roads IN THEIR OWN COMPOUND???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the building, as usual crowed with people. I went to the 2nd floor to the Bahagian Pembaharuan Lesen, took my number, it was 6278 and waited. There were few counters open, while an elder lady behind one of the counter was on the phone. 2 men and myself were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ting Tong, #6-2-7-7&lt;/span&gt;" ... waited ... waited ... waited ... no one came forward. I thought my turn would be soon, but the lady (a younger one) who rang that bell kept waiting for a ghost to came forward. I almost waited for a minute or so for that!!! What could just happened? Imagine, the 2 other men probably waiting for something else... or they would have came forward... but the lady waited .. and waited ... and waited ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ting Tong, #6-2-7-8&lt;/span&gt;" Ahah, at last! my turned! So, while waiting for my license to be processed, I overheard the elder lady (that I mentioned earlier) was chatting on the phone... Dunno lah, like mengumpat about some other ladies..... What a waste of time, she could have buzz the #6278 when the younger one did the #6277, rather than wasting time on the phone (also waste of JPJ's $$ for the bill...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114243269072591943?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114243269072591943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114243269072591943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114243269072591943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114243269072591943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/meteor-strike-bh.html' title='Meteor strike BH?'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114243017585710793</id><published>2006-03-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:42:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bukan sia yang packing!"</title><content type='html'>I was at one of the local deli in Luyang last night, wanted to buy bread for tommorow's breakfast. As I was selecting the loaves, I noticed that there was water evaporated inside every packaging. So I asked the shop assistant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Napa semua packaging ni macam ada wap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA: (proudly) "Sebab kami bungkus dia time dia masih panas lagi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tapi kalau gini, cepat rosak la ni bread.. nanti ada kulat lah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA: "Bukan sia yang packing!!" (She answered me quickly to defend herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yalah, tapi mungkin kamu boleh inform boss kamu la, sebab bread yang kami selalu beli dari sini cepat rosak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA: "Tapi bukan sia yang packing!! Lainkali, kamu bawa tu bread balik sini lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (What the..!!) "Bah, bulih bah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ignored her because I dont want to bark at a barking dog! Nasib it happened after my yoga session, so I was tired &amp;amp; hungry to argue (It was already almost 10pm, and my last meal was noon).. Some people are just so rude, customer service in this place is terrible! Kalau gini la the services, mana boleh maju!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to pay at the counter, I saw this cute lil kid sang, "Buy 2 cake, get 1 free." So, I asked the cashier if its true, she said, "Yah, beli 2 dapat 1 free." Apalagi, I went to take 4 muffins and 2 danish bread, that made it 6 items.. so meaning I'd get 2 free. Went to the counter to pay, the cashier told me that the free cakes are only if the pricing are the same. SIgh! (I didnt wanna change the selected normal price item coz of 'water face' hehehe... silly!) So, I only got 1 free muffin while the rest were atnormal price...!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my FIL still buys bread there coz that is the only deli that sells sugar-free edible bread..... tsk..tsk..tsk.. as long as I dont have to go there again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114243017585710793?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114243017585710793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114243017585710793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114243017585710793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114243017585710793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/bukan-sia-yang-packing.html' title='&quot;Bukan sia yang packing!&quot;'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114217074390659274</id><published>2006-03-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:12:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Influence</title><content type='html'>Found this &lt;a href="http://www.abovetheinfluence.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; while browsing the &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; site. Well, I am the kind of person who loves motivational stuffs like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Influence R U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Being above the influence, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about being yourself - and not letting people you into being less than you&lt;/span&gt;. Feeling pressure to drink, get high, have sex, or starve yourself just because you think you'll fit in better than you do - that's negative influence. It comes from the media, our friends and even people we dont know who subtly tell us what we should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;reject the negative influences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; that can bring you down. Being above the influence means seeing these influences for what they are, and making choices based on what's best for you. It's also about having positive influences in your life and knowing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you can be a positive influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; on other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? Anyways, some people think stuffs like this kinda boring! *^* That's cool to me, everyone has one's own ideas &amp; preferences..... I agree with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4129032"&gt;Yasmin&lt;/a&gt;, the storyteller has to say about coolness.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114217074390659274?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://abovetheinfluence.com/above-it/default.htm' title='Above the Influence'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114217074390659274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114217074390659274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114217074390659274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114217074390659274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/above-influence.html' title='Above the Influence'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114209884377877910</id><published>2006-03-11T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:40:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CyberSense &amp; NonSense</title><content type='html'>It's soooo irritating to receive spam emails... isn't  it? My hotmail, which only have like 2MB space, will be clotted with spams everyday.. If I dont empty them, it'll cause a lot of bounced emails.. (Dont ask me why didnt I terminate the hotmail service as yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways, I found this interesting site on the net at &lt;a href="http://www.media-wareness.ca"&gt;Media Awareness Network&lt;/a&gt;. Tho it's targeted more towards kids, but I think a lot of us adults too kinda take the Internet Security for granted.. As simple as winning a contest online..?? or by filling in Quizzes.. hoping for a reward afterwards..?? Well, I believed my spams came from the forms that I filled in loong time ago. And there's another tricks on SPAMS.. is that, there'd be a clause saying "IF YOU WANNA UNSUBSCRIBE, PLEASE REPLY TO THIS EMAIL" which I think its a total HOAX! Once you click unsubscribe, then whoever sent you those emails know that your email account is active.. so they'll keep sending you rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, do check the &lt;a href="http://www.media-awareness.ca/english/games/cybersense_nonsense/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114209884377877910?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.media-awareness.ca/english/games/cybersense_nonsense/' title='CyberSense &amp; NonSense'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114209884377877910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114209884377877910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114209884377877910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114209884377877910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/03/cybersense-nonsense.html' title='CyberSense &amp; NonSense'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114096857487013644</id><published>2006-02-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:11:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Taking Scenery at Teluk Likas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Likas Bay in the early evening to catch the  Sunset there... well, cant really see the sunset at the horizon because it was blocked by Gaya Island. Anyways, it was a beautiful evening and we enjoyed the view. Unfortunately Lil C was not able to enjoy the scenery as he was sleeping in the car, accompanied by Pohpoh as he didnt take his beauty nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/c060226%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/c060226%2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Beautiful sunset at Teluk Likas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath taking, isnt it? Picture taken by Mike.. There were a lot more but I decided to post this one! It reminded me of life, how we sometimes forget our purpose and mission on earth! We got bogged by the daily routine which create that mundane life. Once in a while, we need to slow our pace a bit and enjoy the nature around us! The world has a lot to offer.. and I am glad I am still living to enjoy them... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/c060226%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/c060226%2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Menara Tun Mustapha scenery&lt;br /&gt;Taken earlier, before the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114096857487013644?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114096857487013644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114096857487013644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114096857487013644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114096857487013644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/02/breath-taking-scenery-at-teluk-likas.html' title='Breath Taking Scenery at Teluk Likas'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114010183897366310</id><published>2006-02-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:57:19.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning From Children</title><content type='html'>Read this from &lt;a href="http://www.family.org.my/"&gt;Dr. James Dobson's article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We sometimes learn from our children... An abusive father I once knew had punished his 3-year old daughter severely for wasting a role of gold wrapping paper. He'd become infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you daddy". He was a bit embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses in the box. I filled it with my love. All for you daddy". The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl and he begged her for forgiveness. He kept that gold box by his bed for years. And whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we need patience to bring up our children.. but I never realise we needed a gigantic heart to have such uncountable patience in us till now... Sometimes the lil one is learning something (i.e. throwing different objects from the high chair to hear the different sounds banging on the floor) which to the adult sounds ridiculous... yet, with the cheeky smile, he just melted my heart away.... sooo cute, sooo adorable, reminded me how much I love and adore him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114010183897366310?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114010183897366310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114010183897366310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114010183897366310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114010183897366310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/02/learning-from-children.html' title='Learning From Children'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114097471315659619</id><published>2006-02-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:54:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabahan Akademi Fantasia Future is part of KDCA's hand</title><content type='html'>I believe the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/span&gt; is not foreign to those who lives in Malaysia.. and the name Linda, Felix &amp; Marsha are no exception to Sabahans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that the Sabahan singers are talented in their own way.. and wished them all the best.. just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jangan Lupakan Kulit sudahlah&lt;/span&gt;! (Dont forget your root ~ where you're from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/af2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/af2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Newspaper cutting, Maestro + KDCA together promoting AF Sabahans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114097471315659619?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114097471315659619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114097471315659619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114097471315659619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114097471315659619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sabahan-akademi-fantasia-future-is.html' title='Sabahan Akademi Fantasia Future is part of KDCA&apos;s hand'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-113994518424757641</id><published>2006-02-15T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:26:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/vheartsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/vheartsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Valentine's Day to all my friends... Nope, I did not had a valentine romantic dinner today.. Well, sometimes I think V-Day is too commerciallised now adays.. It was reported that Valentine's Card is the 2nd most sent after Christmas... hmmm.. Maybe I shud start thinking of opening a card shope.. hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Valentine is every day.. (cehwah!! cam merajuk aja.. tsk..tsk..tsk..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna share this pix... I think he is soooooooooooo cute!! Cant stop laughing at this adorable dude! Muax!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-113994518424757641?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/113994518424757641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=113994518424757641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113994518424757641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113994518424757641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-113977271174800950</id><published>2006-02-13T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:31:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenjewberrymuds</title><content type='html'>To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. You will understand what 'tenjewberrymuds' means by the end of the conversation. This has been nominated for the best email of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service (RS): "Morrin. Roon sirbees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "An toes. July Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wansahn toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine.Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "We bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Wad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin webodder on sigh and copy....rye??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : "You're very welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-113977271174800950?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/113977271174800950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=113977271174800950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113977271174800950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113977271174800950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/02/tenjewberrymuds.html' title='Tenjewberrymuds'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-114001150612046146</id><published>2006-01-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:51:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil angel, Jasemynne Faith Wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4560/1273/320/angel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon my cousin, &lt;a href="http://audreyst.blogs.friendster.com/udreyst/2005/12/and_our_little_.html"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt;'s weblog today. I was sadden by the demise of her lil angel, Jasemynne Faith (the 1st twins). Her second twin, Jacelynne Faye, is safe and healthy. She should be around a month plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of last year, I thought I saw cousin Audrey at Palm Square. Couldnt recognised her as she was no longer pregnant that day. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;ed her, but no reply. When I saw her darlings' photos at her  friendster website today, I smsed her again to congratulate her. I even asked for her baby's name. She replied and asked if I have read her blog, which I havent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, reading her blog in tears. I felt the guilt for being ignorant after what she had  gone through. I am very sorry, cuz.. I know its not my fault but I understand how you felt, maybe not deep enough. May God bless lil angel's soul, being cuddly next to Him. God has His ways&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-114001150612046146?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/114001150612046146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=114001150612046146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114001150612046146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/114001150612046146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2006/01/lil-angel-jasemynne-faith-wong.html' title='Lil angel, Jasemynne Faith Wong'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-113682532682985232</id><published>2005-12-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:05:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach the Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I went to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. "What are you doing?" I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat, and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple  statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"TEACH THE CHILDREN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled; what did he mean? He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Teach the children! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that nowadays Christmas has forgotten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIR TREE&lt;/span&gt; and placed it before the mantle.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;all the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;turning toward heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;of fulfillment of His promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then reached into his bag and pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANDLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;displaces the darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again he reached into his bag and removed a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WREATH &lt;/span&gt;and placed it on the tree.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pulled from his bag and ornament of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIMSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Teach the children that I, Santa Clause symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then brought out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLLY LEAF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;represents the blood shed by Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he pulled from his bag a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIFT &lt;/span&gt;and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Teach the children that God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so loved the world that he gave..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Teach the children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;presented him with gold, frankincense and myrrh. We should always give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gifts in the same spirit of the wise men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANDY CANE &lt;/span&gt;and hung it on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherds' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached in again and pulled out an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang "Glory to God in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag He pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the bell, it should ring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;guidance and return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa looked back and was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do not put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-113682532682985232?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/113682532682985232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=113682532682985232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113682532682985232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/113682532682985232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/12/teach-children.html' title='Teach the Children'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112158787316392266</id><published>2005-07-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:11:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday.. the 29th.. huhuhuhu!! Feel kinda sad, reminising those times when I was younger, ahaks! Somehow, my birthday coincide with my FIL &amp;amp; nephew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112158787316392266?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112158787316392266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112158787316392266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112158787316392266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112158787316392266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!!!'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112153278146732393</id><published>2005-07-17T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:53:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CM keep waking up lately during his night sleep... normally he'll sleep from 7pm to 6am, once in a while will cry for milk. But for the past few nights, he has been waking up very often... very distressing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was watching Akademi Fantasia 8th concert. Just before Felix &amp; Marsha sang (they're my fav), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;uwehh!!! uwehh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;from our baby monitor. Hadda run up to check on CM and again put him to bed..... urghh!!! Patient mom.. patient!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112153278146732393?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112153278146732393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112153278146732393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112153278146732393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112153278146732393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZzzzzzz'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112127097844595663</id><published>2005-07-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:35:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Was trying to recall when one of my nephew visited us today. Cousin #1 saw CM and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, open mouth, show teeth&lt;/span&gt;" while showing his own set of teeth to CM... We were laughing out loud! That was soooo cute... but where did he get that idea?? a two year old toddler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby / Toddlers' mind are programmed. Its like GIGO (Garbage in, Garbage out). What ever comes out from their mouth are actually copied from parents or people around them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me worried, would CM cope it as he gets older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112127097844595663?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112127097844595663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112127097844595663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112127097844595663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112127097844595663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/cousins-visit.html' title='Cousin&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112058575917180030</id><published>2005-07-06T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:49:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had just sent pictures from Shutterfly.com to all my friends, proud pictures of Christian. What's new today? Very hectic... who realised that being a full-time mama is far more tiring than working 9-5. Geez... anyways, love it to bits. All worries went away when ds smiles..... What a wonderful world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112058575917180030?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112058575917180030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112058575917180030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112058575917180030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112058575917180030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/shutterfly.html' title='Shutterfly'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112050114003244685</id><published>2005-07-05T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:19:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha.. I think everyone will go thro this.. learning how to start with this blogger. Well, a firstimer, what do you expect? Anyways, will try to post things more often, when ds is in deep sleep. Nite everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112050114003244685?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112050114003244685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112050114003244685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112050114003244685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112050114003244685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14164063.post-112050063217649180</id><published>2005-07-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:47:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/320/dreamon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that's me! hehehe.. losts 20kg after the big struggle.. hehehe!!! Can u imagine how i  was then??? gulp.. rather not!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14164063-112050063217649180?l=joandarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/112050063217649180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14164063&amp;postID=112050063217649180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112050063217649180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14164063/posts/default/112050063217649180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joandarcy.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Joan D'Arcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343465133229168957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6723/640/dreamon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
