<?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-2919733072867765649</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:06:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially For Mum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-3307096492730386140</id><published>2009-02-13T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:45:29.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SZZLw-dEnQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_4WzuQa5r6k/s1600-h/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302508916046077186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SZZLw-dEnQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_4WzuQa5r6k/s320/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SZZKyi6W8II/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-a8StQnmQM/s1600-h/IMG_07241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my grandma,aunties,uncles,cousins,nieces,nephews...and if only she's in d pic...everything will be perfect *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-3307096492730386140?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/3307096492730386140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7382611464731686869</id><published>2009-01-12T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:55:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was having a terrible cough since laz thursday till today. having sleepless nite due to the cough which woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember last time wenever i cough in d middle of d nite, she will come to my room, one hand holding cough syrup with spoon and the other hand holding a glass of water. she will tap my shoulder and wif her soft voice she says "girl wake up and take ur medicine. u had been coughing non stop". i woke up grab the glass of water from her and she fed me the medicine and drink d water den. she will den apply some Vicks on my chest and i just went off to sleep without saying thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d more i tink of it d more heartache i was...y didnt i say thank you? i had never given the chance den...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss d times she take care of me, regret never had d chance to say thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as CNY is approaching, my heartache even much...its another year without her in our life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7382611464731686869?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7382611464731686869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7382611464731686869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7382611464731686869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7382611464731686869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-having-terrible-cough-since-laz.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7362759812867394854</id><published>2008-12-22T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:18:04.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been 2 months since i update here. d missing feeling is still there, thinking wat were u doing up there...thinking whether did u ever drop by to visit us...sumtimes tears flow down without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d other day, went to MMC to visit a fren of mine. i pass by the room which u finally decide to leave the world and went to a better place. my heart ache, i nearly teared but i hold bek...sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7362759812867394854?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7362759812867394854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7362759812867394854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7362759812867394854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1654804572205436018</id><published>2008-08-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:20:52.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was browsing thru the magazines at The Borders and this poster catch my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SJ6avJGh_mI/AAAAAAAAADU/iUoeV7ZkxNU/s1600-h/DSC00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232789951738936930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SJ6avJGh_mI/AAAAAAAAADU/iUoeV7ZkxNU/s320/DSC00257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wedding day was supposed to be a happy event...but sumhow this bridegroom wasnt in a smiling face. right there in the poster stated "Wish you were here to share my happiest day,Mum". her mum did not survived in cervical cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i noe how she feel...wenever i attend sumbody's wedding, my heart ache...i was putting myself into the bridegroom shoes and i nearly teared ... tinking tat u wont be here with me at this very big day. i remember wen the doctor ask u "do u wan to witness all ur daughter getting married and drink your son-in-law's tea?". u were nodding your head ... but it sadden me tat u really do not have the chance to witness ur girls getting married in front of u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2b7554653c1709b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424455%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD5F150D2FA0E14A2B4FD56A13354D49281F28C0.52BBD7F8B3EDC9122E868527789E64BF84392003%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2b7554653c1709b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWm0uyWfcwKuVsT0XyhLICzykzE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2b7554653c1709b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330424455%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD5F150D2FA0E14A2B4FD56A13354D49281F28C0.52BBD7F8B3EDC9122E868527789E64BF84392003%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2b7554653c1709b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWm0uyWfcwKuVsT0XyhLICzykzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 years, your surprise birthday...i took leave on friday and shoot bek to mlk on thrusday after work without letting you noe. you were surprised wen i show up at the end of the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis year, which is on 11 July 2008 (chinese calander), i took leave on friday and shoot bek to mlk on thursday after work, but not to celebrate your birthday...but for your one year death anniversary. as usual, popo, ah yi and uncle shed tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-3463764787175533176?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2b7554653c1709b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/3463764787175533176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=3463764787175533176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3463764787175533176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3463764787175533176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-2-years-your-surprise-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-3884252637217624141</id><published>2008-05-13T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:18:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mother's day without u.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still......miss u....... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1981084821011948997</id><published>2008-04-26T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:25.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week, ta yi from spore and siao yi frm seremban came bek to Malacca. yay~! since my mum is not around anymore, my aunties are just like our mother this time. been calling us from time to time to ask bout us..chat with us and bring us out for dinner wen they're at Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met up for dinner together with popo. popo was so thin this time. she didnt put on her usual smiling face whenever she sees us. unlike last time, she's the happy go lucky type. she will tell jokes with us and gossip with us too, just like my mum...like Mother like Daughter. don mess with my popo cos she's d modern type! but now, her body shrink and her eyes swollen (been crying practically everyday just like me). i did tok to her not to cry as she had just went for cataract operation and its not good for her eyes...she answer me "The day your mum went till today, i still cry over her till today as well". i burst out to tears...even now as i was typing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were having dinner together, i was observing her tiny mouth munching the food. her eyes was watery and red, i noe that she's trying hard not to cry in front of me and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finish our dinner and left the place, i saw her took out her handkerchief and wipe off her tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we met up for lunch. while ta yi was chatting with us, ta yi took out one picture from her handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SBMLU0TmkAI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zO65SYWJEU/s1600-h/Image(297).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193507247554465794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SBMLU0TmkAI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zO65SYWJEU/s320/Image(297).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last year CNY pic they took together. she said "this pic is already 1 year. at that time, ur mum actually knows she's not feeling well ady, but she didnt see doc. her body shrink a bit huh?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we quiet and i ask "Why did u bring that pic out?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta yi answered "I aways carry this pic with me wherever i go".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart sank....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/SBMLU0TmkAI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zO65SYWJEU/s72-c/Image(297).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1701477977449713264</id><published>2008-04-04T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:00:37.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow, whenever im doing cooking alone at your kitchen, i will feel that u're standing close to me and gave me a proud smile .... proud smile that says i'm a grown up now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat im grown up? wats the point of growing up without u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months without u was like a disaster...i seriously missed your voice and your laughter and wenever you join us making jokes around ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again the same old question always comes to my mind...y must it had to be you!? i asked God this question wenever i do my prayers, but my heart went soft later on and i ask God to guard you all the time...taking care or you wen we r not around with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, can u drop by and visit us from time to time? i wish to see u soon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1701477977449713264?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1701477977449713264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7902029670627852352</id><published>2008-03-06T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:17:29.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ex senior manager from KL (wen i was at KL working i reported under her) called me up today and i was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were asking about each other and then she continued saying "wel, the reason i called u up today is becoz....i haven't go thru your boss 1st but i would like to ask you 1st instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "uh huh" ( heart beat damn freaking fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior manager continue "i want to offer you one job over here. based at PJ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said "err...u mean the same position i handle back at KL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior manager "no no, it will be a higher position bla bla bla". she was telling me about the job task but seriously i did not even concentrate cos my heart was beating so fast tat time till i nearly pengsan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i nid to discuss tis wif my family 1st and get bek to her this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moment i hung up d fon, the 1st person i tot is u, Ma. how i wish i cud call u up and tellu tis big news! and im sure u will be happy and proud of me too. i remembered tat time u were sick i told u i want to transfer bek to Mlk, u were at happy at 1st, den u stop a while and said "i tink nvm la, u can stay at KL and work". silly of me to ask u why u wan me to stay at KL. and u replied "u love ur jobs over there and u have several increments there." ..... sigh ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im not sure wat to do cos i do have commitments over here and i seriously wanna get my ass out of Mlk....for higher income wise too..of coz the more salary they offer u the more pressure u gonna get. i was telling myself tat if i don move on, den wen can i have another chance? aaarrggghhh........im so confuse.... *think think think*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the other day, one of your close fren (also happen to be our neighbour) drop by at my working place to ask bout housing loan. she was chatting wif me bla bla bla and she asked bout the new car. wic i noe later on she will said "ur mum don have the luck to see such achievement u guys gonna get". my eyes was watery tat time but i stay strong. den she continued wif a smiling face "tat day i dreamt bout ur mum". straight away i burst out to tears in front of her and she cried too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until today we still dream bout u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7902029670627852352?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-672502755204487342</id><published>2008-03-02T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:25.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R8uc7B1qJcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nac6lNhIKGg/s1600-h/IMG_7494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401134884857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R8uc7B1qJcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nac6lNhIKGg/s320/IMG_7494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last year, 24th February 2007, together with you we went for aunty's 61st birthday. i overheard u were telling aunty how lucky she has kids to treat all of us makan on her big day. den aunty was telling you that you sure to have chance as well. and the saddest part is wen u said "i dono whether i have the chance anot". aunty assured that u will have the chance....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it turn out to be true...u nv got the chance...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wen u were in critical condition ... san yi approach me and said "girl, ur mum is running out of time. u girls have to decide whether to buried or cremate". i burst out to tears immediately wen she ask me that...i didnt blame san yi for askin me tat question, she's helping us for the preparation wise...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i sms Amy to ask whether we shud cremate or buried? and it even saddens me wen Amy replied "Cremate, Mama wants cremate". i was shock and sad! she had planned it all the way....i asked Amy wen did Mama said that? Amy replied years bek...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this year, 24th February 2008, we went out to the same restaurant again to celebrate aunty's 62 birthday. with her 6 lovely grandkids running around the restaurant, aunty was smiling non stop. but u did not have the chance to witnes ur grandkids running around happily n calling u grandma. i nearly burst out to tears at tat time, but i stay strong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma, till today.... for bout 8 months without u by our side, it was indeed very quiet...we had missed u a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-672502755204487342?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/672502755204487342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1080709409141927101</id><published>2008-02-21T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:31:41.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss u ........    =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1080709409141927101?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1080709409141927101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1080709409141927101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1080709409141927101'/><link rel='self' 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center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R66Cm-YZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xuku7qssSwU/s320/Image(297).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last year, u saw every of your sisters gather around and u said "since everyone of us around, y don we take one picture with Mama. its been long time since we take pictures together". and that was the very last picture u had wif Popo and Ah Yi they all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 days before CNY, together with Ta Yi we went to pray u. Ta Yi was crying so hard and she said that all of us still don have to heart to let u go ... did u hear that Ma?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma, where r u now? ....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1967654319778741756?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80f80090706fe21e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1967654319778741756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1967654319778741756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1967654319778741756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1967654319778741756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-year-u-were-happily-giving-out-red.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R66Cm-YZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xuku7qssSwU/s72-c/Image(297).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2722078076435276534</id><published>2008-02-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:26.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R6QJh3yzXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/06IZ3xdBfO0/s1600-h/CIMG1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162261550390795810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R6QJh3yzXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/06IZ3xdBfO0/s320/CIMG1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jeng jeng jeng jeng ~! my very 1st steam fish! taste turn out well...verbally taught by sayang on how to do tis dish and practically i did it myself! *so proud* (kindly pls ignore the mushrooms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, how i wish u cud taste my cooking now .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah Ma, the other day cousin called up again. he asked bout our condition etc. he ask us do call him if we need anyting ... cannot deny that u're a good aunty and oso a good mother ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2722078076435276534?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2722078076435276534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2722078076435276534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2722078076435276534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2722078076435276534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2008/02/jeng-jeng-jeng-jeng-my-very-1st-steam.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R6QJh3yzXiI/AAAAAAAAACs/06IZ3xdBfO0/s72-c/CIMG1865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4402402598180327651</id><published>2008-01-24T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:26.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R5iUKXyzXgI/AAAAAAAAACc/DE_tI9hYp4A/s1600-h/CIMG1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159036279059602946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R5iUKXyzXgI/AAAAAAAAACc/DE_tI9hYp4A/s320/CIMG1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so Ma, i drove this car bek just now. i shud be happy, but im not...the moment i step into my room, i burst out to tears. i feel sad that i cant show u tis car ... i feel so sad that i cant bring u around wif tis car .... wenever there's happy news, u're always the 1st person i will inform ... i cud still remember wen u're in hospital, wif ur sad eyes u look at me and said "how's your car plan? wen r u gonna buy?". and i answered u bek "wait till u're ok i will bring u out wif my new car yeah". u looked away afraid that i will be seeing ur sad face that tells me that u don have much time ... y didnt u wait Ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 u were sick, u told me if i ever wanted to get a car, u asked me to get 8392 car plate number, just like the saga car number we r using now. so i was at JPJ the other day wif Amy and Eric, hoping to get 8392. but the JPJ Officer was telling me that all the numbers start with the number 8 finished and now the new batch start wif the number 9. my heart broke into pieces ... Ma, if u're still around that time, i sure to call u up and ask for ur opinion ... *sigh* so, quickly i went to the notice board to cek on the numbers hoping to get the similiar number that u wish to haf. my eye stop at 9392 ... but Eric managed to found 9832 . 8392 = 9832. PERFECT~! without wasting time and afraid that the number will sold out, i quickly walk to the nearest counter and ask for the number and paid on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told sayang im sad, and he said "u tot ur Mum wont be able to see meh? She sure to noe wan". i let out a smile .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-4402402598180327651?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/4402402598180327651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=4402402598180327651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4402402598180327651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4402402598180327651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-ma-i-drove-this-car-bek-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R5iUKXyzXgI/AAAAAAAAACc/DE_tI9hYp4A/s72-c/CIMG1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-31087020488296807</id><published>2008-01-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:58:00.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday popo and uncle drop by. the moment both of them step into our house, both teared non stop. i started crying too. i've known uncle for 27 years, this cool man had never cried in front of us b4. but he had cried over you several times....in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how big influence u r to all of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo was gazing at your pic and she started asking "Y must it be you?"Tears welled in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;she shudnt cried since she had recently went for cataract operation. but i noe how she feel, the pain of letting u go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 1/2 year since u left us, however the missing situation is really deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-31087020488296807?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/31087020488296807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-606366278744643097</id><published>2008-01-07T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:35:11.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma, till today i still cry myself to sleep....and oso wenever i woke up...u'll always come to my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i had really missed u so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier i was out wif Karen toking bout cars. den i told Karen there were one time me n u were chatting. u asked wat type of car that i wish to buy. i said "im gonna get a car whereby can 'sumbat' all of u all in!". and u smiled....i nearly burst out to tears jus now remembering the way u smiled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i was at office just now, i was having serious flu, sneezing non stop...makes me recall sumting....i haf this habit of sneezing out loud at HOME...wenever i sneeze, u will freak out and said "haiyoo, u sneeze so loud u not sked u gonna freak Adrian off ah?". i just give u a cute smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-606366278744643097?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/606366278744643097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=606366278744643097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/606366278744643097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/606366278744643097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2008/01/ma-till-today-i-still-cry-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1865156404927252064</id><published>2007-12-23T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:24:42.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i went lunch and shopping wif my sisters. they decided to have wan tan mee for lunch. amy approach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy : u wan thick or thin noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : usually wat Mama buy for me huh?&lt;br /&gt;Amy : thin noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realise tat i had been relying on my mum too much. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to Tesco to get sum groceries etc. amy den said "both of u (refering to me and Wendy), wanna get yogurt drinks? Mummy usually buy for both of you wen u guys came bek from KL." i let out a short sigh. Ma, how i wish u still wif us .... doing those shopping activities for us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1865156404927252064?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1865156404927252064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1865156404927252064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1865156404927252064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1865156404927252064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-went-lunch-and-shopping-wif-my.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-5955933594045832507</id><published>2007-12-15T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:27.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R2P7rsXkC7I/AAAAAAAAACU/cH8i02jYdD8/s1600-h/CIMG1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144231927450176434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R2P7rsXkC7I/AAAAAAAAACU/cH8i02jYdD8/s320/CIMG1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma, remember this beautiful flowers? these are your most favourite flower.... wenever these flowers blossom, u will look at it and smile to youself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as i noe, these flowers blooms once a year and oni blooms at midnite.but eversince after u left this world and step into a better place, these flowers had been blossoms quite often.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-5955933594045832507?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/5955933594045832507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=5955933594045832507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/5955933594045832507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/5955933594045832507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/12/ma-remember-this-beautiful-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/R2P7rsXkC7I/AAAAAAAAACU/cH8i02jYdD8/s72-c/CIMG1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-8741563705243157386</id><published>2007-12-04T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:42:16.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd of December marks a special day for Ta Jie. yes, thats the day u brought her into this world Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got her a birthday cake and wen we were singign birthday song for her, i look at her face. Happy + Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her sad looks was telling us that Mama is not with us today. it hurt us so much ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im the one that is making the birthday wish, i wish that i cud turn bek the time and make sure that u're always healthy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was at MP, sum shop turn on CNY song. i quikly walk off and nearly burst out to tears. unlike the past years, my heart sure to jump to joy wen i listen to CNY song .. but tis time..my heart break into pieces. for the past few years, CNY is the oni occasion where we will be going out together in a family and visit relatives and enjoying ourselves ... but tis time...i just dono how to go thru it without u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months has pass by ... the missing game is still there ... we still miss u so much ... wenever i woke up in the morning, i sure to tink wat were u doing up there and wen i was about to sleep , i will be thinking of you too ... been trying hard not to teared but i failed to do so ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-8741563705243157386?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/8741563705243157386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=8741563705243157386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8741563705243157386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8741563705243157386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/12/3rd-of-december-marks-special-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7905353777690332766</id><published>2007-11-19T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:49:21.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 4 months since u left us.......how r u Ma? i bet u muz be enjoying ur life at Pureland =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries bout us. uncles and aunties had been calling and dropping by our house from time to time to make sure we r ok =)&lt;br /&gt;even cousins sumtimes will call us up and ask us to join them for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenot be deny that ur family is the greatest family we had! caring and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even that day wen Ta Yi came bek from Spore, she ask us out for dinner. San Yi and Popo tag along too. San Yi's reaction was just like u Ma, that i nearly teared wen i saw the way she tok and her body language....den Ta Yi's face look just like u! d moment i saw her, i cried ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i heard sumting bout u from a fren of urs. wen u were a nurse at Jasin long long time ago, and this poor and really sick communist came over to buy medicine. u noe its againts the rules for helping communist, but with ur gud heart u sold the medicine to him eventhough u noe u're not allow to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, police found out bout it and they were looking for u....but with the help of God, they didnt manage to track u. and they drop the case ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were one time one of my ex college mate actually called me up around 3++am and complaining that she's having difficulty in breathing. i didnt noe wat to do but to wake u up and told u bout this issue. without asking much, u quickly woke up, dress up and follow me to pick up my fren and send her to hospital. u were there to take care of her while me standing there dont noe wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, im so proud of u =) how i wish i had half of your kindness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Ma, i still don get it....y God had to take u away from us since there's so many gud deeds that u had done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...its all depend on fate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7905353777690332766?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7905353777690332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7905353777690332766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7905353777690332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7905353777690332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-4-months-since-u-left-us.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-479856636933905526</id><published>2007-11-09T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:06:14.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goddess of Mercy, Kuan Yin is one of your most favourite Buddhist God.  i remember few years back, wen it was Kuan Yin's birthday u told me to drop by at Cheng Hoon Teng and light a josstick for Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuan Yin has 3 birthdays in a year. One wen She's born, two wen She became a Buddhist Monk and three wen she became a real Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've realised that the day wen u leave us (in chinese calender), it was Kuan Yin's birthday and wen its your 100th day, it was Kuan Yin's birthday too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i guess it had been arranged by Her. She really loves you just like how much u had love her and how much of love u had poured to us. remember once u were chanting to yourself and u say u saw Amitabha and Kuan Yin smiling at you? =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you're happy over there with the other Buddhist God , especially Her; Kuan Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i still miss you so much ... and im listening to one of your favourite song now "Nobody's Child" ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-479856636933905526?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/479856636933905526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=479856636933905526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/479856636933905526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/479856636933905526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/11/goddess-of-mercy-kuan-yin-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2444084965294711192</id><published>2007-10-20T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:38:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Once More - The Carpenters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I was young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Id listened to the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waitin for my favorite songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting they played Id sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not so long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wondered where theyd gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But theyre back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the songs I loved so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(*) every sha-la-la-la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every wo-wo-wo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That theyre starting to sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When they get to the part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where hes breakin her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its yesterday once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lookin back on how it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In years gone by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much has changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would sing to then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Id memorize each word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those old melodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they melt the years away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All my best memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some can even make me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its yesterday once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;one of your fav song from The Carpenters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i cud still remember ur beautiful voice while humming and singing this song .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2444084965294711192?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2444084965294711192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2444084965294711192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2444084965294711192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2444084965294711192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-once-more-carpenters.html' title='Yesterday Once More - The Carpenters'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2459836987766856931</id><published>2007-10-17T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:34:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vice versa</title><content type='html'>i remember that i will teared in d bus a lil last time wen i was on my way to KL..tats bcoz i have to leave u behind. and the other day, wen i was on my way to KL i teared in d bus cos u had left us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was at KL enjoying myself, u came to my mind at times .. but i divert my mind and focus on other stuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was packing my bag and preparing to go bek mlk, i ask sayang "dowan go bek can anot???". last year, wenever i was about to go bek Mlk, the excitement was there. i was like "yay yay, we r going bek...balik kampung". but now, the situation was like vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2459836987766856931?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2459836987766856931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2459836987766856931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2459836987766856931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2459836987766856931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/10/vice-versa.html' title='vice versa'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-6417890056816401518</id><published>2007-10-12T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:59:52.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i was out wif karen to pick amy up at Mlk Sentral. wen i was about to park my car waiting for amy, i saw one woman look just like u Ma. i keep quiet and keep on staring at her. after quiet for 5 minutes, i told karen "karen, u see that woman over there. she look just like Mama huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen quickly move over to me and ask where? i pointed to her and silent for 5 seconds. "ya la, she look like mummy leh. can we go there and hug her???". i ask her don be crazy. i was trying real hard to be strong not to cry, which i didnt cried, but i cried in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and karen watch her until she leave... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-6417890056816401518?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/6417890056816401518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=6417890056816401518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6417890056816401518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6417890056816401518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-i-was-out-wif-karen-to-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1637147887438344072</id><published>2007-10-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:50:01.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless life</title><content type='html'>there's so many stuff that i wanted to tell u, miss telling u my stories..... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today, i kept wondering to myself why God took u away from us ... still wondering. i guess u had repay all ur past life debts. moreover i tink God felt sad wen He sees u feel so sick and weak, i guess He doesnt want u to suffer more pain and He really loves u more den we do. tats y He want u to be with Him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u were terribly sick, i always pray to Him asking for forgiveness from our family and beg Him to give u one more chance Ma. i even told Him that if He really want to bring u along, pls bring u to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few years bek u used to tell us that u're not sure whether u will have a long life or not and u will say that if ur 'eyes closed' u will not be able to see us again. it hurt me so much wen u said that .... Ma, i guess u noe u life journey wouldnt be that long, thats y u kept on hinting us asking us to take care of ourselves wen u're gone. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime b4 i sleep, i will hope u will appear in my dream. sumtimes u do appear, sumtimes u dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year without u is meaningless, mother's day without u is meaningless ... seriously, life without u is meaningless . everyting seems to be so meaningless ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1637147887438344072?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1637147887438344072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1637147887438344072' title='0 Comments'/><link 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chatting wif Karen. i ask whether she get used to it to be alone at home now or not. she say day time no issue but at nite she need sumbody to be wif her. she ask me why, i said wat if i go over to KL and work now? she replied ask ta jie come bek home early. den she said "sigh, y didnt mama wait for me to finish up my secondary? 3 more years leh". silent for 5 seconds, i look at her and tot she's gonna cry. so i said "don cry ah dont cry ah". den she look at me and said "im not gonna cry. it seems tat u the one tat cried a lot". den i burst out to tears again! and she said "don make me pour one pail of water at u ah". hahahah, she was trying to cheer me up ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i was in d room wif Amy and Karen. den i recall bek sumting. and i was smiling to myself and i shared wif Amy and Karen. i said "mama got one time asked wen i wanna get married wor. i told her no money, she said no money nvm wan, can engage 1st ma. i told her no money to engage la and mama said engage no nid money wan la". both of them smile and Karen said "Mama want to see u get married. she wanna have grandkids". i straight away interrupt and said "enuf ah". and i burst out to tears again .... even now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i manage to cook one of the dishes u taught me and it turn out well!! =) i even cooked radish soup. i've never feel so great in cooking b4! ah mah and popo came over to visit us today  =)  both of them really take care of us well ...  no worries Ma ... miss u so much ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-8132796431481952259?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/8132796431481952259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-842768441133539617</id><published>2007-09-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:54:45.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>i went thru one photo album and saw ur pic Ma. u were so happy cutting your birthday cake. and i burst out to tears non stop asking how r u over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, how i wish u were here with us chatting with us and laughing all the way ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-842768441133539617?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/842768441133539617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-3015263783852750836</id><published>2007-09-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:01:32.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's an Angel</title><content type='html'>Ma, sumbody saw that u're an Angel now  =)  yes i noe bout tat, i noe u're in Pureland now. its just tat i miss u around  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we went out wif popo and ah mah for dimsum. wen we were ordering, popo told me not to order so much and was telling me one small plate dono cost how much . i told her tat its ok since she's paying for us! hahahah...it was a joke anyway and she was giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den afta dimsum, we tot of dropping by at 3 yi's place, so we ask popo whether she wan to go anot? den ta jie says "u walk to her house urself meanwhile we sit car". hahaha...den she told my ah mah tat we ask her to walk, and both of them were laffing ... and popo was saying "if oni their mother is still around". sigh, ya popo, if oni mama is still around wif us chatting happily there ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-3015263783852750836?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/3015263783852750836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=3015263783852750836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3015263783852750836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3015263783852750836'/><link 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in front of us b4 . she had always been cracking jokes especially with u Ma, she said u had always love her jokes so much wic is true becoz wenever both of u were toking on d fon, u will be laughing happily all d way. and i always smile seeing u so happy. ta yi at the age of 60 now had been facing sum difficulties .... in terms of health. so i told her not to worried bout us, we will take care of ourselves, and i ask her to take care of herself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember wen the very 1st time u were diagnosed with nose cancer. u went in and out from MMC few times too. wenever u're at hospital tat time, u always crack jokes with the nurses. the very last time wen u discharged from MMC, the nurses say "see u aunty!". and with ur spontanoues respond, u said "I dowan to see u all again". and u happily bid farewell to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luck wasnt with u wen u were diagnosed with cancer for the 2nd time. *sigh*. there were one time wen u're at the hospital, ur stomach bloated and u feel the tightness. u told the nurse tat u're having pain and u said "perut saya sakit, macam mau meletup". u still can crack joke at that time Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another time was wen a nurse came in, u complain to the nurse tat we make u not comfortable, and u said "dia orang macam hantu la, buat saya tak selesa". the nurse walk off with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were one time wen u were resting, i help u to apply lotion at ur legs. den i suddenly burst out to tears. u heard me crying and open up ur eyes and ask why? i stop applying lotion, u grab both of my hands and i said "Ma, u will be alrite.". u gave me the look as though trying to say "i hav no choice gal. its all fated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day popo told me she hope u'll appear at her dream. so far we 5 siblings had dream of u. at times 3 yi said she smell ur presence. tq for dropping by Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, im trying real hard to be strong. but i always break down wen im alone, even at the office. i wish u cud guide me the way to be strong just like how u guide me last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Ma, do take care ... we shall meet at pureland then. bye ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7749620423566877871?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7749620423566877871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7749620423566877871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7749620423566877871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RvFF2mMhpqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUIVbrv7jQ4/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111943856310560418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RvFF2mMhpqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUIVbrv7jQ4/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bunga Raya Porridge located at Plaza Mahkota. my mum's favourite spot if she ever wanted to eat mee hun kueh ( her favourite food ). this makan stall usually will pack with customers and we have to wait quite long for our food. my mum called this place "wait until wanna mampus wan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RvFF22MhprI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mg3B0hI1Uvs/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111943860605527730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RvFF22MhprI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mg3B0hI1Uvs/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the place where me n my mum (only both of us) sit the very last time. Ma, i had missed u so much ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-6142931778181700266?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/6142931778181700266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=6142931778181700266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6142931778181700266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6142931778181700266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/09/bunga-raya-porridge.html' title='Bunga Raya Porridge'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RvFF2mMhpqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dUIVbrv7jQ4/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7403156856369995907</id><published>2007-09-17T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:27.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i felt so lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Ru50MUzKr4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6RtMZyydFBs/s1600-h/bs_sunset43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111150382202662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Ru50MUzKr4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6RtMZyydFBs/s320/bs_sunset43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was supposed to go jogging after work with 2 of my other girlfrens. but both kenot make it so i went alone instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta jogging, while i was driving, my mind got carried away. i was supposed to drive bek but sumhow my brain was controlling me and ask me to go sumwhere else instead. i just don like to stay at home nowadays. while i was driving, i burst out to tears alone...a lil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i drive myself to the nearest seaside near to MP and stop myself there. the sunset was so beautiful and the sea was so calm. i remember very well u said tat u love sea so much. and i told myself "Why didnt u wait for me to bring u out for vacation?". i cried myself out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time wen u were at the hospital, u ask Dr Ashok repetitively wen can u discharge, Dr Ashok told u to go slow..and u replied..go fast go fast. and Dr Ashok was smiling all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after settling down and since its getting late ,worried tat my sisters will be asking bout me, i dry up my tears and start driving bek ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7403156856369995907?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7403156856369995907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7403156856369995907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7403156856369995907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7403156856369995907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-felt-so-lonely.html' title='i felt so lonely'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Ru50MUzKr4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6RtMZyydFBs/s72-c/bs_sunset43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-6137155922767090982</id><published>2007-09-16T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:34:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ma, i went to Malacca Memorial Park to look for u today. i was tough at 1st. no tears ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to stay longer .. but my tears start to flow down later on ... and i have no choice but to say good bye to u and leave u .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-6137155922767090982?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/6137155922767090982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=6137155922767090982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6137155922767090982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6137155922767090982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7100765737530650582</id><published>2007-09-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:28.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me .. being pampered ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rut-9UzKr2I/AAAAAAAAABk/rnr3yLa77IE/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110317794202398562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rut-9UzKr2I/AAAAAAAAABk/rnr3yLa77IE/s320/me2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rut-u0zKr1I/AAAAAAAAABc/xcH4tL2fy_c/s1600-h/me8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110317545094295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rut-u0zKr1I/AAAAAAAAABc/xcH4tL2fy_c/s320/me8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ma, sumhow u like to dress me up and take pics of me ...&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/2919733072867765649-7100765737530650582?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7100765737530650582/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rut-9UzKr2I/AAAAAAAAABk/rnr3yLa77IE/s72-c/me2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7088354946390353618</id><published>2007-09-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:43:31.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>r u trying to say gudbye?</title><content type='html'>few years bek ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren of mine called my housefon asking for me. my mum pick up d fon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Hello&lt;br /&gt;My Fren : eh hello! later u bla bla bla (cudnt recall wat he asked)&lt;br /&gt;Mum : U looking for who?&lt;br /&gt;My Fren : oh sorry aunty. ur voice just like tricia.&lt;br /&gt;Mum : of coz la! she's my daughter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats my mum, easy going person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went jogging ystday wif 2 girlfrens of mine and seriously i was having so much fun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till just now wen i was driving bek from work, u came to my mind again. i cud still remember very well ur look wen the paramedics carried u with the stretcher. u look at me with a sad face with watery eyes. r u trying to say gud bye to us Ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u always ask us to take care of ourselves..but u didnt even bother bout urself...ystday popo drop by and said "u ask us to take care of our own health but y didnt u take care of urself too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered few months bek u complain to me tat u had a bad back pain. i didnt say much but just ask u to rest more. i shud have said "i'll take u for cek up". i shud have said tat!!!! y didnt i say so!!! why!!! if oni i brought u for cek up tat time, mayb we cud had detect the cancer earlier...mayb tat cancer wasnt at tat serious stage...whereby it cud cured...Ma, im sorry. im such a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i still miss u...very much ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gudbye?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4368728222463226246</id><published>2007-09-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:57:33.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes a lot to know what is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not the big things, but the little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That can mean enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of prayers to get me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there is never a day that passes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were always there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pushing me and guiding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always to succeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was young just how to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that I should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just how to walk without your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause mom you always were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The perfect fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has been so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessing me with a family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who did all they could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Ive had many years of grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it flatters me when I see a smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank you for what youve done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In hopes I can give back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be the perfect son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me how to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me how to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you showed me that you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna thank you for that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Im proud to say youre mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause mom you always were,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom you always were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom you always were,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you always were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause mom you always were... the perfect fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-4368728222463226246?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/4368728222463226246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=4368728222463226246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4368728222463226246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4368728222463226246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect-fan.html' title='The Perfect Fan'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1186979208737563898</id><published>2007-09-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:46:13.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49days of vegetarian</title><content type='html'>49days of vegetarian lasted last nite. sum will ask "vegetarian for 49 days ok or not?". we'll answer "anyting for my mum, we will do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho it has been 49days since u left us, i still tink of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u're sick tat time,&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen ppl ask us to get prepared&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen ppl ask us u wanna cremate or burried&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen ppl ask us to prepared photos for ur wake&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen ppl ask wat type of prayers u wan wen u're gone&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen we have to start searching coffin for u&lt;br /&gt;it hurt us so much wen we have to look for a place for u to place ur ashes since u had choosen to cremate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be frank Ma, i was so positive u wil be ok tat i totally ignore those questions above. wen ppl ask us, i just walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u're asleep, i will tell u its oni a small sickness and u will be ok. i even told u tat u will be able to witness wendy, amy n karen graduate. and u will witness all of us getting married too and we'll give u grandkids. and i even plan to ask u to look after my kids. hearing them calling u "popo" definitely will built a smile on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb im so positive all d while and tats y im still crying over u now Ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1186979208737563898?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-6181637129729946299</id><published>2007-09-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:14:13.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was driving bek after swimming just now wen i heard tis song on the radio. my tears flow down non stop and i ask "Ma, where r u now?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was working wen suddenly my mind went to sumwhere .... again i was tinking bout u Ma. how r u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i miss u so much tat i feel like calling u and chat wif u .... but how? it's been quite sumtime since we chatted. Ma, im so afraid tat im gonna forget how your voice sound like ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen i was flipping thru the newspaper, i stop at one section ... its about the holiday pricing they listed down. i saw Bali and Langkawi's holiday package. u wanted to go to both of these places so much last time, but u didnt have the chance ... sigh ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen u were sick, i was so positive u will cure. and i planned to bring u to Singapore once u're well. and i planned to take family pics again ... there's so many stuff i wanted to do with u ... but none of my plans work out ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ma, i cud still feel your presence around us. i noe u're close to us ... take care Ma. remember to wait for me at Pureland .... see u there ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-6181637129729946299?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/6181637129729946299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=6181637129729946299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6181637129729946299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/6181637129729946299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-you.html' title='when you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1530634027995215835</id><published>2007-09-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:44:57.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss U</title><content type='html'>i remember last time wenever i come bek , i will call out and said "Ma, im bek!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den u will respon bek saying "I heard u" or u will come in front n greet me wif a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now ... even if i call for u, u will never show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i still miss u. im trying hard to be strong, but the memories always come bek ... i wish i can hug u rite now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming saturday will be your 49days. wic means we will not be praying (i just hate to use the word 'praying' on u, Ma) u at home. we will be visiting u at Melaka Memorial Park instead. sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen doctor told us u're gone, we went into the emergency room and look at ur motionless body. u were covered wif cloth, we cudnt see ur face. i was observing ur stomach, hoping to see some breathing movement. hoping for miracle AGAIN! but i was lying to myself AGAIN! there's no such thing as miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cud turn bek the time, i hope tat the person who is suffering is not u Ma, but is me. i really want u to stay longer and witness all ur children getting married and giving u grandkids. and hearing ur grandkids calling u "popo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, i just wish tat i cud leave soon so tat i can be wif u Ma. i noe im stupid, but seriously ........ i miss u too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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U'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-5918545823543227495</id><published>2007-08-31T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:44:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u ...</title><content type='html'>as i was drinking ABC soup just now, i recalled sumting ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered wen u went for the second chemo, i cooked one big pot of ABC soup. u taste my ABC soup first and i asked u how is the taste? u said very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got myself one bowl of ABC soup later on and tasted the potato and said "wei Ma, the potato isnt fully cooked yet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u gave me the innocent look as though u doesnt want to hurt me wen i asked u how's d soup. its ok Ma, im still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very last time u tasted my soup was white raddish soup. u compliment on it. tat was the last time i cooked for u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried again as i woke up tis morning tinking bout u ... i just miss u too much ... it hurt me so much wen i have to light u a josstick wenever i miss u. i don't wan to be this way, i wan face to face where u'll respon to me ... but again i noe it wont simply happen ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-5918545823543227495?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/5918545823543227495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-8519431688115892100</id><published>2007-08-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T04:47:31.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Mama De Hua</title><content type='html'>i was listening to my own mp3 at office wen i saw one song which have no title and artist name. curiousity kills the cat. so i play tat song and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears strolling down again wen the song i played was sang by Jay Chou and title "Ting Mama De Hua" (listen to you mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered few weeks bek, i called Karen's cellphone wen her caller ringtone was tat song too. i cried a lil. i manage to ask her whether she still have tat caller ringtone , she said she no more. i asked why .. she din answered, but i noe wats her real reason ... she had missed u too Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this afternoon wen i was having lunch wif Kodok at one of the nearby cafe, the same song appear at the cafe and my heart broke into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a terrible menses earlier and the 1st person came to my mind is my mum. she had always listen to my complain bout all these pain i had been experiencing. but now, i have no idea who to complain. and i told myself "Ma, where r u?". tears stroll down non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered wen i was working at KL and wen my mum was not diagnosed wif liver cancer ... wenever i came bek to Mlk, i will not go out till my mum left for work. and if i were to go out, i will make sure i come bek earlier so tat i have plenty of time to be wif my mum. sumhow i just got the feeling i really nid to spend more time wif my mum. there were one day wen i got bek home early from an outing wif my frens, she ask how come im bek so early? i told her tat im old ady and don't have the energy to hang out tat much. she laff and said "ni shen cai hen kuai le". (now u very good ady). but the fact is i lied to u Ma. its not bout "don't have the energy to hang out tat much" ................... i actually wanted to see u more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-8519431688115892100?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/8519431688115892100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=8519431688115892100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8519431688115892100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8519431688115892100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/ting-mama-de-hua.html' title='Ting Mama De Hua'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4600394601843267576</id><published>2007-08-26T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:59:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again ....</title><content type='html'>the other day at office,i called up Sharon, she started interrupting me and told me she had dream bout my family. she assured me not to worry as she knows my mum trying to tell her tat she's happy there and wanted to pass msg to us not to worry. i know Ma tat u're happy there .. its just tat i miss u too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was indeed a nice dream and i cried while listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hung up d fon and cried a lil and smile to myself saying it was a gud news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly pik up the fon and started dialing my house number and wanted to tok to her..my mum. but i forgot she's no longer with us but happily at Pureland with Amitabha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered wen i was working at KL, wenever i had the free time at office i will definitely called my mum and chat with her asking whether she had taken her meals, wat is she doing and wat other gossip news to be shared wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i received any good news, she's d 1st person i called up and share out my good news with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it had changed .... * sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out wif my girlfrens just now for breakfast and received comment saying tat i had thin down. remind me of sumting. wen i was taking care of my mum at hospital, i happily told mama tat i had thin down. and she gave me tat -______-" face. haha! damn miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite wen i was about to sleep, i think bout u again. wondering wat u doing there. and i doze off. tis morning i woke up and think bout u .. tears stroll down again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-4600394601843267576?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/4600394601843267576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=4600394601843267576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4600394601843267576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4600394601843267576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/again.html' title='again ....'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-428307730353743891</id><published>2007-08-22T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:19:06.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a month..</title><content type='html'>since u gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everynite wen i was about to go to sleep, i'll be thinking of u Ma. wondering how r u etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i woke up, i will think bout u too .. and tears flow down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince d day u left us, 3 yi (third aunty) had been staying wif us and taking care of us. she had been sleeping in the same room wif me which is your room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one nite, while i was soundly asleep, sumbody was covering my cold legs with blanket. i open my eyes and it was 3 yi. i just hope tat was u , Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times wen im small. wen i was about to go to sleep, i always say gud nite to u and give u flying kisses. and u respon bek too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the sweet days ... wic i will cherrish it ... forever ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-428307730353743891?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/428307730353743891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=428307730353743891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/428307730353743891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/428307730353743891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-month.html' title='its been a month..'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-792927467317779919</id><published>2007-08-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:36:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not strong enuf</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was lighting a josstick for u just now, my tears automatically flow down. i'm trying real hard to control myself ... but i wasn't strong enuf. i still miss u Ma, very much indeed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'san yi' (3rd aunty) had been doing a lot of prayers for u so tat u can have a better and smoother life (which we're positive u're indeed experiencing it now). and she had been taking gud care of us. not oni 'san yi' alone, other uncles and aunties (your brothers and sisters) too had been taking care of us very well. so no worries Ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren of 'san yi' called 'san yi' just now but 'san yi' went to temple to do prayers for u. i told her tat 'san yi' went out to do prayers and 'san yi' fren was touched and said tat was indeed very gud of her. Ma, u really have a gud family wic really take care of us well. we were lucky for tat too .. untill then Ma, do take care and wait for us at Pureland ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-792927467317779919?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/792927467317779919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=792927467317779919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/792927467317779919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/792927467317779919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-just-not-strong-enuf.html' title='I&apos;m just not strong enuf'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2336971294796234111</id><published>2007-08-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:34:44.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House had became upside down since u're gone. all of us are not sure wat to do at times especially me, till i nearly broke down to tears wen i was doing the housework all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i had no idea how u handle the house chores all by urself. ur daily routine was to do housework early morning till 3pm. den had ur bath and straight to work wic is from 4pm to 11pm. and u came bek home after tat and did a lil housework. how did u manage to do all by urself ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta jie will be waking up at 630am doing washing etc until she was supposed to go for work. and as for me, after work i will be heading home making sure u're dearest Bao Bei , Karen did her homework. after dinner i will be washing the dishes etc as well. now we understand how u had been struggling to maintain this house in gud condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, it has been quite sumtime since we last chatted. i miss u ... again *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2336971294796234111?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2336971294796234111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2336971294796234111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2336971294796234111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2336971294796234111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-623264168007301663</id><published>2007-08-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:33:43.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the memories came back ...</title><content type='html'>Ma, while i was cleaning ur pillow just now, i saw few strains of ur hair. and i started to miss u again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen dreamt of u the other day. she dreamt tat she hug u n cried. and with ur soft voice u said "haiya, my tis lil girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d other day ta jie was crying to herself. d moment i saw her cried i cried too .... we just miss u too much Ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will heal..time will heal... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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...'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4298500628787902469</id><published>2007-08-06T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:32:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been 2 weeks since u're gone</title><content type='html'>ma, i still miss u so much ...been thinking a lot bout u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i still cannot accept the fact that u're gone. i acted as though u went for a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i dreamt that i miss u but u're not in my dream. i miss u so much that i cried in my dream and wen i woke up, my eyes were wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered ur last year's birthday falls on Friday. i purposely took leave on Friday without telling u so tat i cud give u a surprise, and shoot bek to Mlk on Thursday night and even bought u a cake all d way from KL. i noe u wont be around till 11pm. i quickly took shower and wen u came bek later on, i was hiding inside sister's room. u notice my towel were wet and u question my sister asking who had been using my towel. i guess u're observant or shall i say that u actually miss me ? so my sister lied tat she accidentally used my towel. and by the time its 12am, we started bringing out the cake and sing u birthday song and i show up at the end of the song. u were surprised! it was indeed a surprise bday for u mama. we asked u to make a wish and u wish tat all of us had a gud career and smooth life in future. but mama, y didnt u wish for urself? y didnt u wish tat u had a smooth life and wish for longevity? again u tink bout us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy was checking thru ur wallet the other day. and she saw my photo in ur wallet. there's no other photo except for my photo. i guess u do miss me a lot, just like how i miss u now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months bek wen we noe u're sick, i got u a Mystic Knot keychain from World of Fengshui. This wonderful knot symbolizes a long and happy life enriched with endless good fortunes, and uninterrupted by illnesses or setbacks. u took ur keys together with this keychain and said "Gal, lets hope tat this wonderful keychain will help me ya". my heart broke into pieces and i nearly cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u were informed tat u were diagnosed with liver cancer, all of us broke into tears. but u were there cheering us up. we noe tat deep down in ur heart, u were like us too ... crying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo told me tat u informed her i've changed into a better person. thank u ma ... tats because u thought me how to appreciate our family and our loves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen ur frens drop by to pay u last respect, ur frens saw me and said "u look just like ur mum wen she's young". i gave them a huge smile and feel proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma, the other day i make ah yi cried. i told her tat i miss u so much, she was touched and she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few years bek i was crying to myself due to sum reason, u gave me a hug and cried together with me. thank u ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered sumtimes i called u "aunty" or "madam wong" or "ah wong" instead of mama. in fact u don mind and u can respond bek saying "haiyo, aunty oso wish this tat la". and instead of saying bye i said "chiao" to u. we were just like close frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma, how i wish u're still here with us. we miss ur voice, ur laughter, ur jokes, ur cooking and ur soft touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen we siblings were chatting together, we will say "mama will do this mama will do tat". sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard sumthing gud bout u. we were happy bout tat news too. do take care mama. i'll always pray to Amitabha ask Him to take care of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gud bye ma ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gone'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1465325526373761722</id><published>2007-07-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:12:03.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U Will Be Blessed, Ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen ask those that knows my mum, they will give my mum one thumbs up and says she's a very very good woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;among my siblings, im one of mama's kid that always gives her problem . and she will settle my issues behind my back without informing me. i remembered once, during secondary time i was betrayed by one of my close fren. mama knows bout it even if i din tell her. so one day, tat fren of mine called me but i wasnt around. mama spoke to her on d fon and says she wanna meet my fren. so mama cycle to meet my fren without informing me. mama on behalf of me apologise to my fren if i happen to offended her. i was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i remembered too wen i was having issues with my ex. she was there for me helping me out to settle the issue. she knows im down and she will approach me and we talk things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen i was a young kid, around 5years old, i was having a serious asthma attack. it was 11++ pm . papa was out, mama tried to called him but to no avail. then, she quickly grab her purse and walk to Semabok Clinic which is about 2km. she came bek home after midnite and quickly feed me the medicine. and i doze off without and chesty cough and wheezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen mama was informed that she had been diagnosed with liver cancer , her heart sank. but she took up the challenge and go for chemos. doctor says he will cure mama and mama was so positive and told us not to worry for her. Ma, u're indeed very strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was thinking whether to transfer back to Mlk or not. so i called her up and ask her opinion. mama was happy about my idea and she says at least i can see her more often. tat's the time i noe she's getting prepared to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but wen mama went for the 4th chemo, doctor says its hopeless and estimated mama oni have lesser than 6 months to go. our heart sank. i told myself "why must it be her? she's such a nice woman". i called her up tat nite and ask bout her. she burst out to tears and says "im still worry for you kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i told her im resigning and she told me not to do so. i told her "Ma, u had been taking good care of us very well. its about time we take care of u. there are plenty of jobs out there, but i oni have one mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she really take care of us very very well. and always hope tat we have a comfortable house to stay. cleaning, cooking, washing etc is what she will do everyday without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she knows she do not have much time left. so mama quickly settle sum unfinished house chores. she make sure the air cond is serviced, fix a new shower for us, fix a new water filter for us, get more clothing for us etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mama went in and out from hospital few times. 2 weeks before i resigned, i went bek Mlk to look after her. den i resume my work till my last working day. i was informed she was admitted to MMC. so after work, i straight away shoot to mlk MMC. the moment i went into the room, i burst out to tears. just in 2 weeks time, she became so thin. oni 2 weeks time! we grab each other hands so tight. i was crying in front of her, but she gave me a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;days pass by. she became more weak and weak. she cannot even sit up. all she can do is lie down on the bed. mama could not talk tat much. i miss her voice. everything seems to be so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mama was sick for 5 months and she was hiding from my grandma, afraid that popo cannot take it as she's already 82 years old. so one day, my grandfather (father side) visit her and advise her to inform my popo. after several times of asking mama's permission to let my popo know, finally mama agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the emotional situation happen again wen my popo came to hospital. both were grabbing hands so tight and my popo tell her "u will be alright". since mama cannot tok much, she have to use hand signal. she told my popo tat we 5 daughters will take care of my aunties and popo. sumtimes we don understand her hand signal, so we gave her a pen and paper and she wrote ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I'm dying soon&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of my children&lt;br /&gt;Thanks "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the moment she finish tat sentence, she drop down the pen and paper and eyes closed. her pulse stop and we quickly ask for doctor. thank God she was ok later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tat nite itself, we asked mama whether she wanna discharge from hospital. she nod her head. we brought her back and do more chanting for mama so that wen she's about to go, mama will follow Amitabha to Pureland, whereby there's no worries, sorrow and pain. a very lovely place after life . the moment we reach our house, it was pas midnight and it was her chinese birthday. i said "Mama, Happy Birthday!!!". mama gave me a sweet smile and i will never forget tat smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mama lying on the bed follow our chanting with her hands clasping together. she got a bit tired and she actually requested us to tie her hands . we told her "mama u can do your prayers in your heart. Amitabha will know you're indeed very sincere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there were one nite, she suddenly chant very loud. we started praying. den with her eyes closed she says "Amitabha smiling at me. Kuan Yin Liang Liang ( Goddess of Mercy ) too". we did not get worried but we gave a huge smile. at least we know tat Amitabha will bring her to Pureland.&lt;br /&gt;then she got weak again. we decided to bring her to hospital. 2 doctors rejected my mum since they say its hopeless. but one good doctor accepted mama and she's getting better after few days. during those nite, mama always tok in her sleep. mostly about house condition and also bout us, her 5 daughters. she still worried bout us and the house. wen she wake up she will ask "Bao Bei leh?". she's refering to Karen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;grandfather once asked mama anything she wana tell him. mama ask him to take care of us. again she's worried bout us.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she didnt tok much. whenever she start toking, we make sure we remember and tresure her voice. miss her voice so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen she's asleep, she was like a beautiful baby soundly asleep. we clean her, massage her body etc. she coudnt eat much, so we fed her milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;one day, at the hospital wen i was taking care of her at nite, i told her i was cold. she wanted to gave me her blanket. i told mama im fine. i rest my head beside her and she gently use her hand and tidy up my hair. i grab her hand and we slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;one day papa told mama tat wendy graduating in 2 years time. mama said papa still have 10 more years time. papa asked "What about you?". Mama replied "I do not have much time left".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she was at the hospital for about 2 weeks. whenever the doctor came in to examine her, mama ask doctor wen can she discharge. doctor says mama too weak. so one day papa asked doctor wen can she discharge. doctor personally tok to my mama "U really wanna go bek home?". mama nod her head and so doctor allow her to go bek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she was so happy tat time tat she reminded us not to leave any of our stuff at the hospital. wen my elder sister went to settle mama's discharge procedure, i was in the room with mama alone. she ask how is my car buying planning goes? she wanted to come out downpayment for me. i said "Wait till u're ok den we tok bout tis. once u're ok, i wanna bring u makan angin". den i told her i wanna do sume arrangement for my room. i said i wanna do tis do tat and she replied with a cute voice "Up to u la".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wen we reach home, she told us to buzy with our stuff. so we let mama rest in the room. den she wanted to watch TV. since she kenot even sit up or walk, we told her to rest in the room. she gave me a sad look. i remember very well tat poor look. so me and my sisters slowly carry her to the living room and let her watch TV. after few hours, she got tired and we carry her bek to her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we clean her, change diapers for her, make sure she had medication, food and water on time.she was like a sweet baby. and tats the time i realise wat is a human life cycle. she brought us up to this world , take care of us, fed us, make sure we had proper meals etc....and tis is our time to take care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we bought her an adjustable bed ( just like the bed for patients at the hospital ), we get her an oxygen machine since she kenot breath well, we bought a blood pressure gadget to cek her blood pressure etc etc. the 1st day was ok. but after tat she becoming more weak and weak. sumtimes, wen we wake her up, she cannot even wake up. we know sumthing is wrong. we requested a private doctor to examine her. doctor came. while examining mama, doctor said we really take care of her very well. i replied the doctor "That's because she had been taking care of us very very well".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;after examining mama, doctor says he wanna tok to us in the hall. so we leave mama in the room a while. doctor suspect tat the cancer cell had spread to mama's brain. tats y no matter how hard we wake her up she will not wake up. he told us to get prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the very next day, her stomach got bloated wic was unusual. she had chesty phlegm and was having difficulty in breathing. we called an ambulance. by the time the medical officers place my mum on the stretcher, her phlegm stop and she finally open her eyes. i cud see her eyes watery. we told her we gonna bring her for a short check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we reach hospital. nurses and doctor started panicking. less den 5 minute, doctor came out and said "there's no heartbeat, no pulse, she passed away". it was 1.11am , 22 July 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i blif her watery eyes earlier was a gudbye sign to us. i blif she doesnt want us to see her passed away. i blif she doesnt want us to cry in front of her. again, she tink of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we brought her bek and look at her face. she went off peacefully with a smiling face. my aunty said mama had followed Amitabha to Pureland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;relatives and frens drop by to pay last respect to u. u were like an angel at tat time. everybody said tat u shudnt leave so soon. saying y must it be u. saying u're so good. saying that u haven't even witness any of your daughters tie the knot. remember once wen doctor said its helpless and we brought u to see Chinese Doctor instead? and this Chinese Doctor was telling you that if you want to witnes ur daughters get married, u haf to fight for it. and u nod your head...and i was crying out loud hugging u... but i tink God had given u a chance b4 wen u were diagnosed with nose cancer for the 1st time and u succeeded. but wat to do, Amitabha loves u more den we loves u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ma, i still cudnt accept the fact tat u're gone. i cud still feel ur presence around. but i know u had been blessing us. Amy was supposed to have her mid term exam on thursday, wic is your funeral day. but surprisingly the mid term was cancelled!! u blessed her ma. i contact my senior ex colleague earlier and asked whether Mlk SCB still have any vacant for me. she replied no more left. b4 i send u off, i told u to bless me wif a job asap, and after i send u off Ma, i received a sms from my senior ex colleague saying Mlk do have vacancy for me. Ma, thank u for blessing me too! u answered my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i remember the way u wipe off my tears whenever i cried. i will never forget your soft touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;house became so quiet. we miss ur voice, ur laughter, ur jokes, ur cooking and the very most important one is we miss u so much. do forgive us if we ever hurt ur feelings. but i noe u will not keep in mind our mistakes. u're such a nice mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ma, in future do wait for me at Pureland. we want to reunited with u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;even if all of us were to reincarnate, we the 5 daughters want u to become our mother again! we have never regret to have u as our mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i pray to Amitabha, ask Him to take care of u. don worry about us, we know how to take care of ourself. take care Ma. we love u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th July 1952 - 22nd July 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1465325526373761722?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1465325526373761722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1465325526373761722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1465325526373761722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1465325526373761722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/07/u-will-be-blessed-ma.html' title='U Will Be Blessed, Ma'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7097617128920818696</id><published>2007-05-25T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:21:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun</title><content type='html'>** on d fon **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : bla bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;mum : bla bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- line breaking --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : ma, i can't hear u, ur line breaking la&lt;br /&gt;mum : huh? roti canai? wat roti canai???&lt;br /&gt;me : -______________-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7097617128920818696?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7097617128920818696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7097617128920818696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7097617128920818696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7097617128920818696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-fun.html' title='for fun'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1727457963098118350</id><published>2007-05-14T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:20:29.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going bek!</title><content type='html'>phone conversation between me n my manager :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager : Faster say thank you&lt;br /&gt;Me : *???* for wat?&lt;br /&gt;Manager : Just say thank you la&lt;br /&gt;Me : i don simply say thank you wan&lt;br /&gt;Manager : there, u just said thank you . hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me : -.-!&lt;br /&gt;Manager : Congratulations, u get to go bek to your mum&lt;br /&gt;Me : *happy tears nearly flow down* serious??&lt;br /&gt;Manager : yeah la. u will officially transfer back to Mlk 1st July.&lt;br /&gt;Me : thank you thank you ( too happy ady ah )&lt;br /&gt;Manager : u better give ur mum my number and ask her to call me. if it's not becos of ur mum i will never let you go! anyway we will definitely miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : *awww, nearly cried out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i request to transfer due to personal issue. and my manager wud seek approval from both sides; which is from my lady boss and the other party. both agreed and i will be going bek for good this coming July. ( for good? guess so )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy whereby i cud go bek to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad whereby i will be leaving this company which appreciate my work, bosses that said thank you to you ( unlike some boss which is ego ... bla bla bla ), friendly collegues, im so going to miss KL shopping complex, miss clubbing with my colleagues, miss watching movies , lepaking, karaoke and yumcha wif my colleagues and im so going to miss my sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that he will be alone at KL, sleeping alone in a big room, having meals alone etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kesian....so here i come mlk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1727457963098118350?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1727457963098118350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1727457963098118350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1727457963098118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1727457963098118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-going-bek.html' title='im going bek!'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7942506267956831211</id><published>2007-05-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:18:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>i had been feeling down for the past few days, till i cried to myself at times. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to be real strong, but wenever i look at 'her' my emotional turn upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called up my best fren and ask to meet up. ( i didnt plan to go out at the 1st place, but the depression is killing me ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick her up and chatting all d way. and felt relief after that. phew~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ml i'll be going bek to KL. time flies pretty fast! i was here last wednesday and 2ml im shooting bek to KL! its like as though im here for like 2 days oni!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ,enuf of tat. feeling sleepy now. gud nite~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7942506267956831211?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7942506267956831211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7942506267956831211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7942506267956831211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7942506267956831211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7908338943584287882</id><published>2007-04-30T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:38:36.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mini twister?</title><content type='html'>last nite around 1145pm, while i was chatting wif my mum in my bedroom, the weather suddenly change into a serious windy situation. at 1st i tot it was like sumkind of normal wind, but we got a shock wen the wind started blowing damn hard and our house cud feel a lil vibration. the pressure was so high that our hearing started to lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, we cud hear some flying object which actually hit our roof and ended up crack! it was like a mini tornado. we started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the huge windy thing, heavy rain started to pouring down and in few minutes its started to drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbours started to walk out and ask wat is happening. trust me, sum roofs even flew off~! now u can imagine how big the wind it is. even ntv7 news came out about this issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7908338943584287882?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7908338943584287882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7908338943584287882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7908338943584287882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7908338943584287882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/mini-twister.html' title='mini twister?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7489079325315978092</id><published>2007-04-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:16:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mini twister?</title><content type='html'>last nite around 1145pm, while i was chatting wif my mum in my bedroom, the weather suddenly change into a serious windy situation. at 1st i tot it was like sumkind of normal wind, but we got a shock wen the wind started blowing damn hard and our house cud feel a lil vibration. the pressure was so high that our hearing started to lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, we cud hear some flying object which actually hit our roof and ended up crack! it was like a mini tornado. we started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the huge windy thing, heavy rain started to pouring down and in few minutes its started to drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbours started to walk out and ask wat is happening. trust me, sum roofs even flew off~! now u can imagine how big the wind it is. even ntv7 news came out about this issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7489079325315978092?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7489079325315978092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7489079325315978092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7489079325315978092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7489079325315978092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/04/mini-twister.html' title='mini twister?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-987043926410030439</id><published>2007-03-04T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:28.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aunty's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEY9JIhk6I/AAAAAAAAABU/YaodPMEz9I0/s1600-h/IMG_749411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102887291490243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEY9JIhk6I/AAAAAAAAABU/YaodPMEz9I0/s320/IMG_749411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its my aunty's 61st bday. doesnt look like 61 oso. look more younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there it is my mum trying to act cute, doing the V sign -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-987043926410030439?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/987043926410030439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=987043926410030439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/987043926410030439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/987043926410030439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/03/auntys-birthday.html' title='aunty&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEY9JIhk6I/AAAAAAAAABU/YaodPMEz9I0/s72-c/IMG_749411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1049209427312534800</id><published>2006-12-04T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:00:36.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>im sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick last monday and ystday i had a really itchy throat wic makes me cough non stop and heavy flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the other night when i went yum cha with my frens and the night was so cold tat i got flu and the next day i got cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took 630pm bus and started having serious flu and cough. i cant wait to reach KL so tat i can take my medicine on d spot. but luck was not with me cos Seremban area was so jam ( as usual ) that i actually reach KL around 1030pm. CRAZY! 4 hours in d bus with my throat itchy and the flu was so irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im feeling really weak...haiz...how i wish im at home and my mum can take care of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1049209427312534800?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1049209427312534800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1049209427312534800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1049209427312534800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1049209427312534800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-8641040913268623428</id><published>2006-11-17T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:29.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>so..i landed my feet at Mlk last nite and start hunting for food cos i did not take my dinner b4 i left from KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to tapau Ujong Pasir nasi lemak since its been 1/2 year i 'lost in touch' with tis nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ujong Pasir Nasi Lemak ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEVjZIhk5I/AAAAAAAAABM/lq_pEQb_VYA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102883550573728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEVjZIhk5I/AAAAAAAAABM/lq_pEQb_VYA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and tis morning, my mum tapau mee hun kueh for me!!! yippeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ Malacca Mee Hun Kueh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEVjJIhk4I/AAAAAAAAABE/E4qyhpt1wRA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102883546278761346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEVjJIhk4I/AAAAAAAAABE/E4qyhpt1wRA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-8641040913268623428?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/8641040913268623428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=8641040913268623428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8641040913268623428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8641040913268623428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/RtEVjZIhk5I/AAAAAAAAABM/lq_pEQb_VYA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4932142405537597354</id><published>2006-09-16T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:58:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding bells ah?</title><content type='html'>i was browsing thru the frenster wen i notice lots of my ex skewl mates ( same age as me ) actually had tied their knots.....strings of them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;most of them are from Science streams, it wouldnt surprise me actually. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;at times wenever i come bek Mlk from KL, my mum wud ask how am i doing etc. and she will add "So how? wen wanna get married?". &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the 1st time wen she approached me wif tis question i was like wat??!! my eyes were wide open as though my eye balls gonna drop out. * sweat! * &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;mum were saying if everything ok, y not i tie the knot as well. * more sweat! * &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i even answered my mum "Where got money for all this lah?". &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my dearest mum replied "Can engage 1st wan mar." * MORE SWEAT!!!! * =__=! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;firstly, im wayyyyy still YOUNG!!! yeah, i noe my age is 'growing' A LIL! but im not ready for all tis wedding bells etc.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.secondly, i wanna enjoy my singlehood kau kau, to the MAX! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;thirdly, i wanna make sure i have a stable career 1st! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;fouthly, i wanna get a car own my own 1st....if im capable la! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and the list goes on and on and on .... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;well, the interview and questionaires between me n my mum happen wenever i come bek Mlk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-4932142405537597354?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/4932142405537597354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=4932142405537597354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4932142405537597354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4932142405537597354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/09/wedding-bells-ah.html' title='wedding bells ah?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-5688691317883493614</id><published>2006-08-05T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:50:40.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the value of family</title><content type='html'>i realised that wen i start working at outstation, i treasure my family more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenever im at Mlk, i'll stay wif my family chat bout tis and tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times frens ask me out, i will reject.....and i'll choose to stay at home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to say im lansi or lazy, but i just wanna spend more quality time wif my family tats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i just notice i had been growing up, noe how to think ady sial..lol ( just kidding ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-5688691317883493614?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/5688691317883493614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=5688691317883493614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/5688691317883493614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/5688691317883493614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/08/value-of-family.html' title='the value of family'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2807661223414499016</id><published>2006-07-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:46:43.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need more time !</title><content type='html'>my mum cooked us one big pot of white radish soup yesterday. my most favourite soup !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finished up on tat day itself before dinner !! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum she shud cooked at least 2 big pots of tat soup !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she says she's goin to cook old cucumber soup tis coming sunday. Yay !! another favourite soup of mine !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tat nite itself, we went to Secret Recipe for dinner ( as promised ). total damage was RM124.15. look at how big eater my family is .... but it was nice to treat my family once in a while ... teheheeh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes by very fast .. its Saturday and i'll be leaving again the next day ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its oni a 2hours drive la for goodness sake , i always remind myself tat ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2807661223414499016?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2807661223414499016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2807661223414499016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2807661223414499016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2807661223414499016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-more-time.html' title='i need more time !'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-1119218727987971888</id><published>2006-07-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:48:01.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>mum cooked us wonderful meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite sumtime since my mum cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant pot of old cucumber soup wic now oni left 1/4 ( oni afta lunch ) , fresh veggies etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can eat my mum's cooking everyday ... i really do wish ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-1119218727987971888?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/1119218727987971888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=1119218727987971888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1119218727987971888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/1119218727987971888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-2497046350037661453</id><published>2006-05-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:42:40.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day !!</title><content type='html'>i din manage to celebrate mother's day with my mum =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i mailed her a card instead =) [ * i noe im sweet ^_^ *]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters bought a surprise cake for my mama...have no idea wat cake isit....saw their video and start questioning them " did u guys left any cake for me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"answer was " NO!!! " =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ugly card done by my youngest sister, and she's so proud of her artwork. wateva artwork she did, we will say " Yerrrrr.... ur artwork so .... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ugly ler... thank u thank u, i like it to look ugly", tats wat she replied before we wanna continue our statement. [ * sweat * ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-2497046350037661453?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/2497046350037661453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=2497046350037661453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2497046350037661453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/2497046350037661453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day !!'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-7879503942692685717</id><published>2006-01-25T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:34:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not again?</title><content type='html'>mum ask Karen wanna eat wat for lunch, and she says lunch at Toast and Toast cos she wanna eat half boiled egg. straight away my mum agree without thinking twice. haiz....being the youngest in the family sure to have lotsa advantages. wat u wan sure to get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i said usually around lunch time sure to have lotsa customers. so my mum suggest Continental Cafe at Melaka Raya. but we ended up at a cafe next to Continental Cafe. my stomach still bloating due to last nite Teppanyaki food, so i asked for smth light. usually cafe's nasi lemak will be one small bowl of rice, with egg and sambal, so i ordered nasi lemak with yin yong; but the nasi lemak turn out to be different. served with one rendang chicken, amount of rice was so much, ikan bilis, nuts, kang kung and half egg. i have no choice but to finish up and now my stomach is extremely full.....sad to say tat.....THERE GOES MY DIET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum ordered fried rice with 'tong sui' meanwhile Karen ordered chicken chop, mushroom soup, 2 half boil eggs, one toast bread and choc milkshake. yes, tat makes it 5 dishes for her alone. i ask whether she can finish up her food den she replied "confirm can wan. no worries". she really finish up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my mum sold my old mountain bike away .....bcos....she wanna get one new mountain bike for Karen....haiz... and there she have it, fully equip bike with basket etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pampered kau kau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-7879503942692685717?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/7879503942692685717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=7879503942692685717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7879503942692685717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/7879503942692685717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-again.html' title='not again?'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-8013192183253456042</id><published>2005-10-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mum is a serial rapist?!</title><content type='html'>i had this shirt at home wic at the back there's this small hole and i used to wear it AT HOME. wearing it at home its ok ma..nobody gonna see or laff at you. and the 'good' part is, i always wear it becos tat baju itself always happen to be on top of my other clothes and its easier for me to grab it. rather than jumbling up all the clothes at the bottom and make it so messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what isit gotta do wif the topic for tis entry? u will never noe tat my mum is a serial rapist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Mum : y are u still wearing tat baju berlubang lar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : aiyah, at home oni ma. sumore it always happen to be on top of other baju, easy for me to grab the baju&lt;br /&gt;Mum : go and change now&lt;br /&gt;Me : *walk off selamba oni*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den my mum walk towards me and grab my hand. she start to koyak my baju at the back like those rapist movie shown in tv show. i kenot see clearly how my mum koyak my baju but i can hear the bunyi koyak so MANY TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'eh ma, wat u doing lar???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she finish koyak, she ask me "still wana wear tis baju? now go and change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau eh, the lubang bukan main besar!! my sisters laffing hysterically... den i quiet quiet walk to my room and get a PROPER shirt to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incident.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JRZIhk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/MYsHbis6f7Q/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102518203475661666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JRZIhk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/MYsHbis6f7Q/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JRpIhk3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/i2sZAkMBbgU/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102518207770628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JRpIhk3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/i2sZAkMBbgU/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JIpIhk0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DVn3BKQAYc0/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say byebye to my baju berlobang.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JI5Ihk1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DyU3r_j_NxA/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-8013192183253456042?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/8013192183253456042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=8013192183253456042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8013192183253456042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/8013192183253456042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-this-shirt-at-home-wic-at-back.html' title='my mum is a serial rapist?!'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkyL6iCSPmY/Rs_JRZIhk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/MYsHbis6f7Q/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-3155730100461454641</id><published>2005-07-31T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:05:28.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an outing wif my mum</title><content type='html'>mum says wanna belanja me Pizza today. so we went out for brunch at MP Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach MP at about 1130. got our seats at Pizza den we order one large Hawaiian Supreme, regular Island Supreme ( in one set-together with one jug of Pepsi, mushroom soup and garlic stickbread ), Alfredo Chicken Spagetthi and Bolognaise Chicken Spagetthi. makan session was so fun cos we were chatting together about tis and tat. but i need to comment a bit on the Pizza Hut management. i tink their management wasnt tat good as last time. firstly, Wendy wanted to order one more extra garlic bread but we were told its sold out!! sold out at 1130am?? well, helloooo, u just oni open at 1030am and after one hour u says no more dy?? wat about later? lunch and dinner? well, if the garlic bread are not ready we will understand. but they came up with this excuse saying NO MORE wor. i oso dono whether its an excuse onot. secondly, wen i wanted to scoop mushroom soup, the pot oni left a bit of soup, roughly can oni fill one bowl. nobody realise bout it so i ask one of the waitress to fill the pot. thirdly, my elder sister ask one of the supervisor for cheese sprinkle or dono wat cheese powder. she say ok and didnt came bek with the thing. i tot she inform sumbody else but no result. waited for about 5minutes den i got up from my sit and approach one of the supervisor and ask for tat cheesy thing. and tats the time the supervisor personally pass to me. sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish eating den my mum n my sister wanna buy shoes. wen my mum n sister busy hunting for their shoes, i met one of my ex-secondary school fren. we were chatting asking about our whereabouts. chatted a while den i follow my family around. after few shops away, they stop by to cek on their stuff. and i met another ex-secondary school fren of mine. same old conversation asking about each other. den we say byebye and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my mum got her own shoes, she wanna buy bread so i follow her while my sisters hunt for their own shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nice outing wif my mum ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-3155730100461454641?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/3155730100461454641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=3155730100461454641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3155730100461454641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/3155730100461454641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2005/07/outing-wif-my-mum.html' title='an outing wif my mum'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-4941710554681704988</id><published>2005-07-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T04:36:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14th July</title><content type='html'>14 of July. sum don like the figure. errrmm.. is tat a sumkind bad date? if im not mistake i've heard tat 14July isnt a good date. but who cares, 14July is my mum's birthdays!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!!". damn those tat say 14July is not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my elder sis bought a choc cake from Italy bakery. mum haven come bek from work, she finishes work at 11pm. she came bek have a nice shower den rest a while watching tv. we plan earlier ask Wendy to call bek around 1155pm so tat we can distract my mum's attention while lighting the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy call bek exactly at 1155pm while we get ready the candles etc. i prepared the camera. my mum was happily chatting with Wendy den we pop in front of her and sing her birthday song. she terkezut. LoL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's 53 years old dy. time passes damn bloody fast. she's growing old. all this while, if she's not with us, we wont be here too. for 28+years, she struggle thru ups and downs to bring 5 of us up. i can even remember wen she nearly give up during her cancer treatment (chemo and radiotheraphy). if its not becos of my aunties and uncles giving her words of encouragement, i tink she's already give up her life. wen she's sick, the whole house was so quiet. no laughter, no nagging, no gossip to be share with. at tat moment, we oni watch her lying emotionless saying no word. wen recal bek those moment, tears will flow down even now im typing tis blog, my tears too automatically flow down. we were so busy doing housework fetching her to hospital etc. i remember tat time, i became very thin, cos i tend to skip all the meals (breakfast,lunch and dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not oni struggling thru these sickness time, she toohave to face difficulties in bringing up tis home. the mistake of choosing wrong 'partner' in her life makes us more alert in choosing our own life partner. she even told us before tat if she's not strong enuf, she wud have died long time ago. but with her strong wiling to live and bring us up , she NEVER give up in her life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the woman i really salute! she's always there for us, no matter wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MA. IF ITS NOT BECOS OF U, WE WONT BE EXPOSING TO THE WORLD NOW! LOVE YA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i better stop here, very very indeed emotional now. ciao peeps~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-4941710554681704988?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/feeds/4941710554681704988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919733072867765649&amp;postID=4941710554681704988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4941710554681704988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919733072867765649/posts/default/4941710554681704988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/2005/07/14th-july.html' title='14th July'/><author><name>especially-for-mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654410583512287868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919733072867765649.post-3347818362344132320</id><published>2005-05-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:58:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>athma attack</title><content type='html'>was soundly asleep last nite wen suddenly asthma attack me bout 5++ in d morning. im an athmatic eversince im small. last time wenever i drink cold drink, my asthma immediately will strike me. my mum tried a lot of medication. but medication doesnt help 100% unless me myself hafta pantang drink, wic means no cold drink for a certain period. but i ignore 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Day</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah yeah, its Mother's Day today. so how did u guys celebrate wif ur lovely mum?? hhmm..as for me, we celebrated it one week ago. yeah in advance. not kiasu la. jus tat my aunty came bek from Singapore last week so we tot of having makan together wif my grandma and two aunty of mine. so tats our outing for Mother's Day. i manage to get a giant, a very huge Mother's Day card for my mum. den my elder sister bought a bouquet of lilies and carnation ( i tink its carnation ), wif combination of white and red colours. in d card we paste each of our pictures n my mum's picture ( wen she's young tat time ). kekekek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919733072867765649-6111356693564984440?l=especially-for-mum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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