<?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-18693168</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:03:28.013-08:00</updated><category term='Baking'/><category term='banking experience'/><category term='book'/><category term='sei guai loh'/><category term='remembrance'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='new vocab'/><category term='new pet'/><title type='text'>My Memory Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>634</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2076092961617081877</id><published>2012-01-19T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:44:25.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><title type='text'>父亲的生祭</title><content type='html'>今天是我父亲的生祭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特想念他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到他时还是会眼浅，这个毛病都不知道什么时候可以停止。有时候怪尴尬的。在吉隆坡我们一个特好的朋友注册礼那天，新郎Eric介绍了他老婆的一个朋友给我们认识，说以前是我父亲的学生，我的眼即刻就浅了，很努力的想着其他开心的事情来停止这尴尬的局面，幸好就一下子而已，然后话题转移我才逃过 (Eric, if you are reading... sorry leh... that day almost 坏你好事，呵呵）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是放不下，生老病死是自然的循环，可是当发生在你亲人的身上，就是很难跨过，要多少年才可以放下呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前我们都还很小的时候，父亲生日我们都会自做生日卡，里面写满傻傻肉麻的东西。后来大了，宁愿花钱买卡也不要自己设计，真现实，肉麻的东西越写越少。不知道其他人是不是也这样的呢？然后再大一点，赚钱了，卡里就会塞红包，父亲看到红包，也不管里面多少钱，就会像小孩子一般咧着嘴巴满足的笑，还要求我们每人给他一个腮吻，然后他再回一个。年年如此。真希望时光能到流，让我再看一次父亲咧着嘴巴傻笑的样子，然后再在他的脸上亲一个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸，卡、红包、吻今天都给不了你了，希望你在天之灵，天天都快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's strange that even though it is I am at western time, all the important dates I "remember" are all asia time.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2076092961617081877?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2076092961617081877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2076092961617081877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2076092961617081877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2076092961617081877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='父亲的生祭'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3587635120309793931</id><published>2012-01-16T16:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:26:28.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post in 2012</title><content type='html'>I am back~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jet lag is very annoying. I felt so drained out by 8.30pm every night for the past 2 weeks. And the long haul flight is so scary... 12 hours in a closed cabin is just too long to stay sane. I am not kidding. Both Jay and I are not planning any long haul trip for the next 12 months, unless my sister is getting married in Dec (I begged her please NOT this year~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 可怜可怜你姐！)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I achieve this trip back to KL? I spent time with my mom and sis, that's the most precious achievement. I didn't really go out see many friends. Those that I went out to see are those who really tracked me down with all means, if not, I really lazy to make arrangement. Sorry kawan-kawan, your friend me is getting old... lazy to plan and think ahead. hehehe... next time babes~~~ next time.. I didn't even go on facebook for the whole duration! Some achievements eh? hahaha... and then I make a trip down to see my uncle and his family in Singapore, day trip.. sob sob... there really is not a lot of time. I hari hari like go to war, do all the official things related to government stuff and banking during Mon-Fri, and then have to split the trip in half to Muar and KL leh... and then Bui is aji ajo-ing already, he said I split the half not really half one, I pian xin, I put more weight on KL and only 30% on muar. hahahahaa... I think he is quite pissed off at me after he realized it but then too late, arrangement has been made. Well, perhaps next time we will just separate - he goes muar, I stays at KL. But then I miss the baby girl her brother has at muar... she is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, back to this lousy lalaland... snowing today... make it even more lousy. I really start not to like this place very much. Things are getting more expensive. Government wants to raise the public transport fees by 13%, and the healthcare monthly installment is raised by 7%. Sometimes I just want to give them my whole pay cheque and tell them go to hell. Anyway.... if summer is not coming soon, I think I will be cursing very very soon again~~~ ARGHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then YVR airport&amp;nbsp;has the most stringent custom in this whole big world. They just want to catch you in every little thing. I read the declaration form about the definition of "food", it says something meat.. with seads... plants.. things like that. So we brought instant coffee, one pack of instant noodle, tea leafs, cookies (CNY mah). So I clicked NO on declaration form. It is really a NO if I follow the "food" definition. But according to the officer, they are considered food. Of course they are food, we put them into mouth and consume, but it was not the "food" as you layout on the form. But of course I dare not say like that. I just keep quiet. And then she said, "Just remember to say Yes next time if you bring them in again next time. Welcome home." The last phrase "welcome home" is really warm... But then I got home and realized our passports are not stamped. I am very very worried she forgot to stamp, but I can't do anything now. Wait see how next time. They always surprises us with the mistake they make. Don't make me start on the income tax mistakes they made last year.... Think of it also make me older by 2 years.... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need summer to cheer me&amp;nbsp; up!!!!!! My brother is getting married in May in San Frans, so that's something I look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngiaooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: on a happy note - I bought a new Lumix camera. yay!! And I was planning to declare it but it was not asked for. Hmm.................... why why why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3587635120309793931?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3587635120309793931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3587635120309793931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3587635120309793931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3587635120309793931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-in-2012.html' title='First post in 2012'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6524991097861850977</id><published>2011-12-12T15:04:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:08:23.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>万事俱备只欠香蕉</title><content type='html'>We went to landlord house to pass him some cheques last week, he made me strawberry banana smoothies, from the blender he just bought! So easy. and the smoothies taste good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home and keep thinking about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went to The Bay and got myself a blender yesterday. It was a $109 blender, from Gordon Ramsay (the Hell's kitchen chef leh?). I was prepared to pay this price, as the Kitchenaid is selling at $189, so I thought I have a good deal, consider that this blender from Ramsay is even easier to remove the motor and clean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cashier, the bill came to $50 something. I said huh?? Oh, I didn't know it was on 50% discount! wah... so happy lah =) hohohoho... Jay wasn't too happy because he has to carry the thing home, it was heavy lah (even though the mall is just in front of our house)... but I promised I will make him a good smoothie. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought strawberry and milk just now. It is not a strawberry season now, so it is a bit pricey and small and not very red. Sigh... what to do... so I text Jay, "save a banana for me, I am going to make strawberry banana smoothie tonight!". He replied, "I finished the last one&amp;nbsp;this morning...."... What the.... aiyoh!!!!!!! Normally our house has abundant banana one!!!!!!!!!! (he loves to eat, I also like to eat). The day I most needed the banana he told me he finished the last one:( Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am like a basketball, except the air was let out... very 泄气neh!! Now I have to just make strawberry smoothie.... without banana the texture won't be the same... and then the sweetness also won't be the same... eeeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;lt; why why why~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6524991097861850977?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6524991097861850977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6524991097861850977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6524991097861850977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6524991097861850977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_12.html' title='万事俱备只欠香蕉'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6056673134106038073</id><published>2011-12-07T13:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:41:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%!!! 忍！！！！</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;boss&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;PMS + Menopause&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6056673134106038073?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6056673134106038073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6056673134106038073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6056673134106038073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6056673134106038073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='@#$%!!! 忍！！！！'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3628737868231595598</id><published>2011-11-28T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:47:40.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>饺子</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2QNjp4Wr6Y/TtQKo40dypI/AAAAAAAAB2g/3_ePbwln_qM/s1600/jiaozi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2QNjp4Wr6Y/TtQKo40dypI/AAAAAAAAB2g/3_ePbwln_qM/s320/jiaozi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;这是“before”的照片。I bought a pack of 饺子皮（一袋50个），一磅碎肉，一扎韭菜，一些虾，再切些冬菇，ta-da~~~ 包了45个水饺！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;包水饺很容易，是之前的洗，切--耗功夫和时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢我包的水饺因为有虾，呵呵。外面买的没有虾。但是我觉得好像味道少了些什么...就是没有以前在家父母包的饺子好吃。可能我没有把肉marinate好。hmmm...有没有可能是皮的关系？这个现成的皮，当然没有我老爸杆出来的皮来得香和好吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ok. 请看之后的照片！：）我们马上吃了25个，我藏了20个冰箱freezer里面。Ah Bui 一直想把它们都干掉...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCjyTvLHXbc/TtQNSh9GeKI/AAAAAAAAB2o/1vFivSgiq6U/s1600/jiaozi2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCjyTvLHXbc/TtQNSh9GeKI/AAAAAAAAB2o/1vFivSgiq6U/s320/jiaozi2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3628737868231595598?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3628737868231595598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3628737868231595598&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3628737868231595598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3628737868231595598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_28.html' title='饺子'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-r2QNjp4Wr6Y/TtQKo40dypI/AAAAAAAAB2g/3_ePbwln_qM/s72-c/jiaozi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6708913289895897972</id><published>2011-11-24T16:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:55:53.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>包饺子？</title><content type='html'>I planned to 包饺子 this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been addicted to eat jiaozi ever since we saw one it was selling at a supermarket. Frozen one. 28 pieces at&amp;nbsp;$6.88. Then I tell bui for $6.88 I can buy 3 lbs of minced meat and make many many many jiaozi loh... so he dared me, "then u do it lah, since we both love to eat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... stay tune... will share the success/failure soon~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: every time I eat jiaozi, I think of my dad. The memory was so fond when dad and mom bao jiaozi at home. Yummy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6708913289895897972?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6708913289895897972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6708913289895897972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6708913289895897972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6708913289895897972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_24.html' title='包饺子？'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3326840683877468197</id><published>2011-11-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:22:30.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#$%^@#!#$%!#%!@##%^&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;</title><content type='html'>What I am experiencing in Canada now, is very much like my first year in China - frustration, shocked, surprised, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Fedex, some company in Toronto is sending a cheque to my boss by courier. Actually, I also don't know why they want to use courier, regular mail would have reached us in 5 business days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, they sent out on Nov 10. Should have reached us on Nov 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which idiot, put in wrong address, so delivery cannot be made due to incorrect address. That was on Nov 14. Then I let the other party know, because she is the sender. She only gave me the tracking number to track it. Hallo... you sent it leh, shouldn't you be tracking and let us know the status? Instead, she asked me call 1800. Fine. That was yesterday, Nov 21. I didn't call last week because I thought she was dealing with it. Only yesterday that I find it 忍无可忍, I tracked it and I called and I solved it (well, at least I thought I solved the issue). Apparently they have the wrong street address. Anyway, happily waiting for the cheque today so I can bank it in for my boss so I don't have to hari hari go bank. Well, guess what, the status is still "incorrect address". I api pun ada. Called 1800 and it is an acha, speaking acha english (@#$%!) and I scolded&amp;nbsp;her how can&amp;nbsp; you still have incorrect address? She got the guts to say this to me, "it is due to lack of buzzer information". I said I read online it says "incorrect address". She said there's a second line says "lack of buzzer info". I said I could not see your SECOND line!!!!!!! I told her I never have ANY issue with ANY courier company, they don't need buzzer they just come right in, the door is not locked, it is a commercial building, come in, take the lift to 3rd floor!!!!! She said, "ok, let me write down?". After like dunno how many seconds, she said, "you said you are on 3rd floor?" Wah I tell you, my api goes to roof already. I told her, "THE ADDRESS SAYS unit 310!!!! YES, 3rd FLOOR!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy hell.... I black list Fedex already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I black listed&amp;nbsp;DHL before too... they got the guts to tell us we not at home on their 2 times delivery. We said we are at home. THey said&amp;nbsp; no body answered the door. At the end, I caught the uncle DHL guy (acha again) coincidently, he was ringing 50X instaed of 50Y. @#$%!!!!!@#$%!!@$#$!#!%@$@#$!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then UPS once put the package outside the door, did not sign. Just leave the package out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed China kuaid systems. They never fail me in that so many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I officially hate Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3326840683877468197?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3326840683877468197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3326840683877468197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3326840683877468197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3326840683877468197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_22.html' title='#$%^@#!#$%!#%!@##%^&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2660335728628814285</id><published>2011-11-21T16:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:19:20.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GS68Lou24Go/Tsrihl6LvgI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ZO0e9Zrp9vI/s1600/41fgHt4BT2L__BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GS68Lou24Go/Tsrihl6LvgI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ZO0e9Zrp9vI/s1600/41fgHt4BT2L__BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;说的是2008年美国房产泡沫的始因。看了似懂非懂... 不懂的是因为不明白为什么这么荒唐的事情可以发生的如此明明白白。懂的是1+1=2这样简单的道理，为什么就有人以为1+1可以等于10这么荒唐？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. real estate bubble, 是因为这些不知所谓的银行家 (Citigroup!!)，Fed Reserve, Insurance companies, Mortgage companies, Fannie Mae &amp;amp; Freddie Mac 搞的鬼！借钱买屋子不用提交pay slip, income tax statement （no-doc）, 也不用交一分钱的deposit （100% loan）, 傻子都知道这是不行的！这是要方便那些破了产的人和欠了一屁股债的人也可以拥有房子。把这些烂臭loan 打包再分拆弄成其他的security instruments，转卖给其他投资者。投资者因为相信那些credit rating company 如 Merrill Lynch 说这些是triple-A rating就投资了，哪里会想到投的是一个烂臭东西呢？人天性是optimistics的，想到real estate一定会直线升值（听来很像温哥华和上海北京广州的房产）。好运的condo flipper 在还没有烧焦就转手把房子卖了，赚了个difference，当然不用deposit payment也可以生钱了。但是房价往下掉的时候，就烧了个焦头烂额！（这个就像股票中的margin）也有很多人当时不知道这样的subprime loan 要交很多的interest fees的。但是银行帐单也太行了，amount payable 其实是 minimum payment, 当你交了 amount payable, 你以为已经交完该交的钱，其实你还有那个minimum payment difference 没有交到，等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在明白为什么那么多人这样生气这些credit rating company &amp;amp; banks. 他们知法犯法，把&lt;strike&gt;整个美国&lt;/strike&gt;全世界的经济都拖垮了好几年了。稍微缓些气来，竟然来个欧式大“杂”蟹！什么时候全球经济才能正常起来呢？！越看这本书越生气。难怪有人要在华尔街示威！虽然内容未必相同，但是这些大公司只手遮天的行为也太让人气愤了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2660335728628814285?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2660335728628814285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2660335728628814285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2660335728628814285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2660335728628814285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-GS68Lou24Go/Tsrihl6LvgI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ZO0e9Zrp9vI/s72-c/41fgHt4BT2L__BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-308475945790358643</id><published>2011-11-18T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:15:48.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 92</title><content type='html'>Saw my neighbor Dave in the lift yesterday. He was so nice, holding up the lift so I can have time to get mail from the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lift, he told me his mother just passed away today. I thought I hear wrongly... I repeated, "your mother??". He said she's at Ottawa. I told him I was sorry... He smiled and&amp;nbsp;said she's 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92??!!! Then I don't feel sorry at all. Hey, your mom outlived my dad for more than&amp;nbsp;1/4 of the century ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't look sad at all... or he has not have time to reflect to the news? I don't know... Even if my mom live til 200 years old and if I know she passed away, I will be really really really&amp;nbsp;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find guai lou here, they not close to their parents at all... parents died, just die loh. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-( Why so different one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-308475945790358643?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/308475945790358643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=308475945790358643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/308475945790358643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/308475945790358643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/shes-92.html' title='She&apos;s 92'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6492064309087692342</id><published>2011-11-15T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:06:13.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miso Soup</title><content type='html'>最近爱上 Miso Soup. 试了2个牌子，这个最好喝了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OVGps2DEcQ/TsLiQUpgDJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/EwLJCZaRCrg/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OVGps2DEcQ/TsLiQUpgDJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/EwLJCZaRCrg/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yum Yum... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6492064309087692342?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6492064309087692342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6492064309087692342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6492064309087692342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6492064309087692342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/miso-soup.html' title='Miso Soup'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-_OVGps2DEcQ/TsLiQUpgDJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/EwLJCZaRCrg/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5173232553536494344</id><published>2011-11-14T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:25:24.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzvvHCPTRLg/TsG92-Q74wI/AAAAAAAAB2A/3ua2KyCRzTw/s1600/startled_face_by_zero78o-d38iw17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzvvHCPTRLg/TsG92-Q74wI/AAAAAAAAB2A/3ua2KyCRzTw/s320/startled_face_by_zero78o-d38iw17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, two things I discovered and my face was like the attached picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I owned some US stock, and they paid out some gei mun gai dividend. There's a 30% withholding tax on dividend because I am not US citizen. But because it is really gei-mun-gai, I bochap and tak hirau. Today I got some time and I googled and realized I should be paying 15% instead of 30%!! Apparently I missed filling in some form. W-8BEN. Wholly Mama.... I have received 4 times of dividend already and now only I realize this huge discovery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I Live Chat with an agent on my brokerage firm. Told him the&amp;nbsp;situation. He said normally they won't missed asking client to fill in the form. But since damage has been made, he offers me a $2.50&amp;nbsp;rebate. I told him I don't think it is fair. I have been paid 4 times of dividend this year.. the difference is more than $2.50 (more like $3 something actually). Then the agent said he will rebate me with $4.95. This is the second time&amp;nbsp;I have the startled expression... wah.... good wor... 做错就认，unlike in China, this kind of situation, the agent sure aji ajo one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I filled in that form and send it back to Ontario.. Hopefully my next dividend will be withhold at only 15%. Finger-crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5173232553536494344?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5173232553536494344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5173232553536494344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5173232553536494344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5173232553536494344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-QzvvHCPTRLg/TsG92-Q74wI/AAAAAAAAB2A/3ua2KyCRzTw/s72-c/startled_face_by_zero78o-d38iw17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1002072079146342685</id><published>2011-11-09T15:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:39:53.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>挖鼻屎</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70QP5Q_ivog/TrsdVOEBdSI/AAAAAAAAB14/EBXOGhpaliE/s1600/2010051000203008.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70QP5Q_ivog/TrsdVOEBdSI/AAAAAAAAB14/EBXOGhpaliE/s1600/2010051000203008.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought this only happen in China...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim butt ji... in advanced country like Canada&amp;nbsp;also can be like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person sat next to me on skytrain this morning, was digging his beisi and he kept digging and digging, and then finally he digged out some, and he put them into his mouth... sucked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is young, age 20-25, caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously thinking of driving car to work next year.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1002072079146342685?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1002072079146342685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1002072079146342685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1002072079146342685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1002072079146342685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_09.html' title='挖鼻屎'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-70QP5Q_ivog/TrsdVOEBdSI/AAAAAAAAB14/EBXOGhpaliE/s72-c/2010051000203008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5055895425864919759</id><published>2011-11-08T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:28:05.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>放荡</title><content type='html'>又一则笑话，directed by Bui Bui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, 2, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st.&lt;br /&gt;我生日的时候，bui写了一张很lum人的生日卡。正当我看到眼泪流下时，我却哈的一声笑出来。原来bui写了一个错别字。一帆风顺（你们也奇怪为什么爱人的生日卡有这一句？哈哈），写成一&lt;strong&gt;般&lt;/strong&gt;风顺。差一点晕倒。差一个字，意义却非常的不一样了。哈哈。Oh my Bui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;今天我提到我老板。我说他其实善事做很多，但是却对下属时常发脾气。Bui就说，做老板当然得有老板的样，不然下属会放荡。我傻掉了。放荡，不是形容女人那种的行为吗？后来我想了一下，立刻知道Bui其实是想说，“不然会&lt;strong&gt;放纵&lt;/strong&gt;下属”。Oh mama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晕倒了没有？？: s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5055895425864919759?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5055895425864919759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5055895425864919759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5055895425864919759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5055895425864919759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_08.html' title='放荡'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-462461888661973945</id><published>2011-11-07T17:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:32:42.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>原来...</title><content type='html'>2周前，心疼得买下了这3本书，繁体的（幸好我会看繁体），应该是台湾著作。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czQQ5Jqu0Iw/TriEYRRbjTI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OzZdPQrWSqg/s1600/books.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czQQ5Jqu0Iw/TriEYRRbjTI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OzZdPQrWSqg/s320/books.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;就快要看完了《痛快皇帝》，讲的是雍正皇帝的种种事迹。我看呢这个作者好像对篡位没有什么见解，有些许失望，但是读着读着，竟然有很多事情让我惊叹：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1）原来废太子喜欢男人，也喜欢女人！（wah.....）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2）原来四阿哥小时候不是被亲生妈妈带着的，所以嘛，他妈妈比较喜欢十四阿哥（他的亲弟弟哦），而且深信康熙是传位给到十四阿哥，四阿哥是篡位的！她临死也不接受雍正给她的封号。好一个倔强的女人。可能失去母爱，造成雍正皇帝的这一些性格。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;３）原来红楼梦的作者曹雪芹，是雍正的时代的。曹雪芹的叔叔（我忘了他名字咯），最后被雍正折磨要他还债，还抄了&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;曹寅家族&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="vsc" pved="0CEMQkgowAg" sig="H92"&gt;４）原来香港的第一批中国人也是那时候开始的。那时有一些贱民生活在船上水上的。即便后来“仁慈”的雍正准许他们上岸生活，但是岸上的居民都不喜欢他们，处处刁难，这一帮人就只好逃到一个荒岛生活，就是后来的香港！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;５）原来康熙溺爱太子，是因为太子的母亲生下他后就死掉了。康熙很喜欢这个女人，所以就把太子亲自调教，无奈盲从的溺爱害死了太子。这一点这一代中国父母需要学习了。中国的 one child policy, 弄得１０个父母，１０个都溺爱自己的孩子。这是很危险的事情。你看康熙的废太子就知道了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;６）原来雍正很记仇。那些胤禩党和跟从胤禟的太监们，说是流放到西边，但是却后来把他们都杀掉（因为传说这帮太监们在民间散布谣言，说了些对不住雍正的话）。实在记仇。当然，胤禩（八阿哥）和胤禟（九阿哥）早就被雍正害死掉了。一点兄弟情也没有。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;７）原来雍正记仇，但是也有仁慈的一面。以前康熙以及之前的，人民都是按人头缴税的。雍正（忘了哪一年）开始，就按你有多少亩田来缴税的。（富人多缴一点税咯，Obama新政策！哈哈）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;继续看，再来总结：）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 这本书没有讲到这么贤能的八阿哥，是不是也像步步惊心电影里的八阿哥那样lengchai呢？！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-462461888661973945?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/462461888661973945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=462461888661973945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/462461888661973945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/462461888661973945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='原来...'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-czQQ5Jqu0Iw/TriEYRRbjTI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OzZdPQrWSqg/s72-c/books.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8531522698092962862</id><published>2011-10-28T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:36:38.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>清史</title><content type='html'>最近因为朋友的教唆下，把《步步惊心》这个中港人演的连续集给看完了。剧情有一点婆妈，但是里面的阿哥们实在令人赏心悦目。哈哈。我最喜欢八阿哥（他的痴情令我感动），然后是十四阿哥（他实在是太帅了！！高大英勇！），然后是九阿哥（是的，我就喜欢坏坏的性格）。一点也不喜欢那个四阿哥，就是后来的雍正。讨厌他的残忍（蒸人也想得出！），讨厌他的不择手段（虽然历史只是怀疑他篡改皇旨，但是我深信不疑！讨厌！！！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了查明他有没有篡改皇旨，我想买清朝的历史书来看。如果这句话传到我家人耳里，第一个立刻马上晕倒的人应该是我妹妹。哈哈。没想到你姐姐越来越像妈妈？？我今天在amazon.cn里找书的时候，看到那些什么DVD清朝讲坛类的，竟然想click! haha... 我也后怕。在此申明，我买这些历史书，只想搞清楚四阿哥的皇位是怎么得来的！康熙的阿哥们，是不是都是这样如虎如狼般的"hao zhu"皇位？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很好奇呢！那天在Richmond的一家中文书店看到类似的书，可是要加币$25. 我12月经上海，加币25元可是可以在中国买到很多的书呢。想着想着就没舍得买，现在后悔着....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁说那些连续集都是浪费时间的呢？至少它挑起某人的历史线，很神经病 right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8531522698092962862?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8531522698092962862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8531522698092962862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8531522698092962862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8531522698092962862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_28.html' title='清史'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4156992040203862779</id><published>2011-10-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:01:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I did it again...</title><content type='html'>Last week already saw the VPL (Vancouver Public Library) got the notice big big outside the building, Book Sale Oct 27-30.&amp;nbsp;I told myself "ignore it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, this whole week I am counting down to Oct 27th. Yesterday, I curi-curi happy a while, because tomorrow is going to be Oct 27th (which is today). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I grabbed my bag, and crossed the street to VPL. Boss said he aint coming back to office today because he has meetings, so, I have unlimited time to spend at VPL!!! hohohohoh.... so happy...&amp;nbsp; Went there at 1.30pm... by 3.30pm, my back was very very sore.. coz I took so many books with me, and my bag, inside just got wallet only, but still got some weight, so my shoulder and back are sore from holding bag and books.... If not because of this, I would have stayed longer and bought more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RU3eG0A7Q4M/Tqnf1lbpioI/AAAAAAAAB0w/PfldtyK3umo/s1600/photo+book.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RU3eG0A7Q4M/Tqnf1lbpioI/AAAAAAAAB0w/PfldtyK3umo/s320/photo+book.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;我的战利品!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I wanted to see more, but beh&amp;nbsp;tahan my hands... so, I have to come back to office. $15.25 is the price for all of them. I only picked the new looking books, and I saw so many of the books I bought on kindle, they are there too, new looking, and so cheap! I regretted. But well, at least I know there are some of my taste books selling at VPL, which is not bad. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Shoulders still sore... I need a massage. I told bui what I did... his replied was "how you gonna bring home?".... I guess I have to drive to work one of these days to bring the baby back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I do make mistakes. Some books I bought before, which I thought was good to read but turned out other wise, I am thinking to donate them out.... to clear some of the shelf space for my newbie... I told Bui the bookshelf we bought before is too small, he no listen. Maybe I will sell the bookshelf and get a new bigger one next time, when our new house is ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While I was choosing the books, because the books are getting higher and higher, and I kept having to keep moving to the side because I am blocking people, then I suddenly found I'm missing one of the book that I selected. I panicked, I make rounds and rounds of where had I been moments ago, and I thought I will never see it again, but my eyes are good, I spotted it lying in between the other books! Hahaha... happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will go tomorrow again... Shh... don't tell Bui. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4156992040203862779?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4156992040203862779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4156992040203862779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4156992040203862779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4156992040203862779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I did it again...'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-RU3eG0A7Q4M/Tqnf1lbpioI/AAAAAAAAB0w/PfldtyK3umo/s72-c/photo+book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-610705749149993759</id><published>2011-10-24T10:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:50:50.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontianak!!</title><content type='html'>We were talking nonsense one night. And I forgot how we get to the below conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dare you, there's no malay words you know, that I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Bui: "oh yah? Let's see..."&lt;br /&gt;Me waiting patiently...&lt;br /&gt;Bui: "... er... hahaahaha... I know this one you sure don't know one. This is a very difficult malay word oh!"&lt;br /&gt;Me very curious...&lt;br /&gt;Bui: "you sure you want this test?"&lt;br /&gt;Me is very impatient already.... fists were ready... hmm.. hmm... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Bui: " PONTIANAK!"&lt;br /&gt;..................... what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTrD7LngeaE/TqWkHhNDAFI/AAAAAAAAB0k/aM7qYiBJsK4/s1600/300px-CT-p0001-ST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTrD7LngeaE/TqWkHhNDAFI/AAAAAAAAB0k/aM7qYiBJsK4/s320/300px-CT-p0001-ST.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bui actually think pontianak is a very difficult malay word.... I was trying to hold my laughter, but I failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaahahahhaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still dare to test me! He said he don't believe I know the meaning. I told him it is "vampire". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bui has the most defeated look on his face... he turn around and sleep with his back facing me.&lt;br /&gt;=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually am very surprised he know this word. "Pontianak" is sure a very high level malay word for my Bui... no wonder he feels I won't know this word. Hahahahhahaha. Imagine, he doesn't know those common words like tunai, najis, etc etc leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He very ng dai duk... he still wants to dare me.&lt;br /&gt;Bui :"what do you call sunny side up egg?"&lt;br /&gt;Me :"mata kerbau lah!" (I think I am right... but I know what he says next is definitely not how you call sunny side up egg loh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bui :"oh yah? Listen up babe. I called it "matahari telur" one time at mamak, and I was given a very ridiculous stare from that an neh neh"&lt;br /&gt;At that point... I really cannot tahan liao... what the.... aiyoh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bui.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-610705749149993759?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/610705749149993759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=610705749149993759&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/610705749149993759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/610705749149993759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/pontianak.html' title='Pontianak!!'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-GTrD7LngeaE/TqWkHhNDAFI/AAAAAAAAB0k/aM7qYiBJsK4/s72-c/300px-CT-p0001-ST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1600470439307789822</id><published>2011-10-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:04:03.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I squeezed toothpaste from middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-qftshsSHI/TqHBGUERKYI/AAAAAAAAB0c/IQAYpr7_Jwg/s1600/9774732690.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-qftshsSHI/TqHBGUERKYI/AAAAAAAAB0c/IQAYpr7_Jwg/s1600/9774732690.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bui said I squeezed toothpaste from middle. He asked me why. I am surprised. No one ever told me that. Not my sis and brother where we obviously shared a toothpaste when we were young and stay with parents. So I make some effort to observe myself when I squeezed the toothpaste. I definitely don't like to squeeze it from the bottom. hahahaa... I think it is because middle is so 就手. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you squeeze toothpaste from middle or from the bottom? Not from the top gua I hope:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1600470439307789822?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1600470439307789822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1600470439307789822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1600470439307789822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1600470439307789822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-squeezed-toothpaste-from-middle.html' title='I squeezed toothpaste from middle'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-k-qftshsSHI/TqHBGUERKYI/AAAAAAAAB0c/IQAYpr7_Jwg/s72-c/9774732690.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4103594642402542187</id><published>2011-10-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:57:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elfin Lakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7mnTDGasKA/Tp2rQjwwY6I/AAAAAAAABzk/RUoFAxK3gqY/s1600/P1060458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7mnTDGasKA/Tp2rQjwwY6I/AAAAAAAABzk/RUoFAxK3gqY/s320/P1060458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Elfin Lakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zIXZkj-jc/Tp2rTPMP9YI/AAAAAAAABzs/69icO-ozTZs/s1600/P1060474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zIXZkj-jc/Tp2rTPMP9YI/AAAAAAAABzs/69icO-ozTZs/s320/P1060474.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So beautiful... no words to describe the feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAJkvuAQ7Lg/Tp2rVJWuYdI/AAAAAAAABz0/_r9AoJCcktc/s1600/P1060509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAJkvuAQ7Lg/Tp2rVJWuYdI/AAAAAAAABz0/_r9AoJCcktc/s320/P1060509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it look like Sounds of Music?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF5yON51w60/Tp2rX9CBkbI/AAAAAAAABz8/Sil52AW5J54/s1600/P1060526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF5yON51w60/Tp2rX9CBkbI/AAAAAAAABz8/Sil52AW5J54/s320/P1060526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;美丽的倒影&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZUW7e-Xx40/Tp2rnvmQY8I/AAAAAAAAB0E/tgSc0BhlvqQ/s1600/P1060445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZUW7e-Xx40/Tp2rnvmQY8I/AAAAAAAAB0E/tgSc0BhlvqQ/s320/P1060445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the biker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiC1TKOUV6M/Tp2rpRrp3AI/AAAAAAAAB0M/gtkDhF6ViBQ/s1600/P1060398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiC1TKOUV6M/Tp2rpRrp3AI/AAAAAAAAB0M/gtkDhF6ViBQ/s320/P1060398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;spiky snow leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer was officially over two weeks ago, but winter is not here yet, we are in Fall. It was rainy for the past 2 weeks. But we saw the weather forecast said the last weekend was sunny!!!! WOW!!! 机不可失, one of the couple we know said they are going to Elfin Lakes at Squamish, so we said we will join. So, 5 of us, woke up very very early on Saturday (which is very difficult for bui and I), and started the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our place to Squamish is about 1 hour drive. Then from the highway, there's a half an hour unpaved road and gravel road to drive up to the parking lot, before we start the 22km journey (11km each way), by foot. We started at 10am from the entrance at parking lot, all pumped up and energetic, even feed the bird with&amp;nbsp;part of our lunch&amp;nbsp;half way through. And we reached parking lot at 6pm, almost half-dead, drained, and just want to go home. Have you seen people walking with auto-pilot mode? That's me... just one mission in my mind on the return journey, "reach car park!" hahaa... We don't feel strenous going forth. But we feel extremely strenous coming back. Don't know why...&amp;nbsp; But let me tell you one thing, the strenous hike is worth it!! Look at the lakes!!!! So beautiful! We didn't expect there's snow up in the mountain, but look! Amazing view!:) And what's more amazing is, there are people biking up there!! The elevation is 1200m (we, by foot). Imagine these bikers... the roads are not smooth, there are uphills, downhills, rocky hills, and snowy hills. Very challenging on foot, what's more on bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my limit is 6 hours of hike per day. Anything more than that, it had better be a very amazing view to tempt me to go. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend said she wants to go for anotehr hike again this Sunday.. hmm.... let's check weather forecast:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4103594642402542187?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4103594642402542187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4103594642402542187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4103594642402542187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4103594642402542187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/elfin-lakes.html' title='Elfin Lakes'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-A7mnTDGasKA/Tp2rQjwwY6I/AAAAAAAABzk/RUoFAxK3gqY/s72-c/P1060458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7128678671492134607</id><published>2011-10-12T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:49:41.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>刻骨铭心求婚记</title><content type='html'>最近听到某某要结婚，就联想到自己的那时候，然后就很生气。因为那时候也不知道为什么，随随便便就"O"了，然后才意识到他还没有正式求婚，就在车里随便讲，“不如我们结婚吧”，这样不算求婚，但是我答应了，想想就后悔！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天很生气，就跟bui bui说，“不如我们离婚吧！”bui bui说，“为什么？”我：“这样你才有机会再跟我求婚！”然后bui bui骂我发神经。我更生气了，我说，“那我给你7天的时间，我要刻骨铭心的求婚记！”bui bui给我痛苦的表情，我就折磨他，捏他打他出气，搞到半夜1点钟，我还是很生气！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女士们，如果你们的男人没有刻骨铭心的求婚，不要随意答应，多年后，it will come back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在bui bui还有5天。他这样不罗曼蒂克，肯定不会有什么刻骨铭心的下场！我得再想法子整他!! bleah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7128678671492134607?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7128678671492134607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7128678671492134607&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7128678671492134607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7128678671492134607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='刻骨铭心求婚记'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5587719997615544813</id><published>2011-10-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:37:56.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am eating Bao at shenzhen, 20 hours ago"</title><content type='html'>越来越觉得facebook很没有privacy... 是我多心还是...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到很多人去某某地方，甚至是去个餐厅也post location at facebook，post picture of you in the restaurant is OK, but post the location like "xxx am at Tropika Restaurant, 20 hours ago" 就很那个，弄得很没有私隐，然后有一些人本来没有很多动作在facebook的，突然间生了baby，就天天post 她baby的照片，拜托，这个世界上，除了你的小孩，还有很多很有趣的新闻的ok?! 顶不顺。如果他是平时这样hiao的也ok,就是生了小孩后才这样发神经的，这才令人发指。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天去了Whistler 一趟，本来想弄个location at Whistler的，但是觉得这样很那个，然后让我想起某某某去吃个包也post location的，很欠揍，就没有兴趣post了。越来越想把facebook给弄掉，是老了吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5587719997615544813?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5587719997615544813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5587719997615544813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5587719997615544813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5587719997615544813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-eating-bao-at-shenzhen-20-hours.html' title='&quot;I am eating Bao at shenzhen, 20 hours ago&quot;'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4172611978993983179</id><published>2011-09-29T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:46:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>I come across this joke before, but everytime i read it, it is so funny. I am sharing it on my blog now. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A store that sells &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“New Husbands”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You may&amp;nbsp;visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increases as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item&amp;nbsp;from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 1 - &amp;nbsp;These men Have Jobs&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 2 - &amp;nbsp;These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'&amp;nbsp;So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 3 - &amp;nbsp;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good&amp;nbsp;Looking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to&amp;nbsp;the fourth floor and the sign reads:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 4 - &amp;nbsp;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with&amp;nbsp;Housework.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'&amp;nbsp;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 5 - &amp;nbsp;These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floor 6 - &amp;nbsp;You are visitor number 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(scroll and&amp;nbsp;keep reading!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Tahoma; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Tahoma; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“New Wives Store”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;just across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Tahoma; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 1st Floor has wives that love sex.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Tahoma; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The 2nd, 3rd, 4th,5th and 6th floor have never been visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px Arial; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/18693168-4172611978993983179?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4172611978993983179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4172611978993983179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4172611978993983179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4172611978993983179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/09/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4238086477624172167</id><published>2011-09-21T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:58:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scent of Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhyZjLMRzTM/TnppFMfiZ_I/AAAAAAAABzc/5uIsG7eiDSQ/s1600/nvrdexiangqi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhyZjLMRzTM/TnppFMfiZ_I/AAAAAAAABzc/5uIsG7eiDSQ/s1600/nvrdexiangqi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At my age, I didn't know I still can get so hooked up at watching the korean drama series. I am recently watching this (no.... I finished it last night actually, haha), in english name it is called "The scent of Woman 女人的香气". So nice to watch.... there's laughters and also tears in each episode. I cried like watching 大常今 last time. Jay hates it when I watched movie and cried, he said it is not healthy. But I find it very healthy... got laugh must also balance with tears ger mah, right? hahaa... sometimes I will exclaimed out loud, "where on earth can there be such good drama series like this one???!!! wah..................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo handsome in this movie... I really love him!! arrgghhh.... hahahaha... and I thought only girls at age 18+ are like that. I am not normal I guess... :P The part he took off his shirt showering and show the six packs, wahhhhhh..... I asked J come and look at his six packs.&amp;nbsp; But Jay is not even a bit of jealous wor... he is very full of himself. I told him if the man in this movie come and kao me, he might have a marriage crisis. He laughed... yiu... slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line is very moving... but a bit unrealistic lah... you watch you will know. But hey, the handsome man part can offset this part easily. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am so busy lately... at work. So many companies under my jurisdiction is having year-end... have to prepare this and that. Even have to yeng chao by having lunch with accountant. But good also. Today is the first time I met one of the accountant that I always spoke with on the phone. He looks like one of my friend in Shanghai (Winston) though... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so tired lately... of course lah, hari hari after work my eyes glued to tv for 4 hours... wah....&amp;nbsp; must rest liao now that I finished this series. I don't know what's it called in Korean tim.... hmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love korean drama series!!!!! My next target is, 公主的男人, korean drama series too!! Hooray~~~~ more tears and laughters to come! But not these few nights, let the eyes rest rest first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4238086477624172167?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4238086477624172167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4238086477624172167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4238086477624172167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4238086477624172167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/09/scent-of-woman.html' title='The Scent of Woman'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-YhyZjLMRzTM/TnppFMfiZ_I/AAAAAAAABzc/5uIsG7eiDSQ/s72-c/nvrdexiangqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-410643896348084266</id><published>2011-09-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:07:58.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>由买书延伸的一段童年回忆</title><content type='html'>我妈是个嗜书狂，我虽然很小就很爱看书，识字能力也比同龄的高（这个是我邻居跟我说的，他有一次跟我借书，那时好像是3-4年级，他看了我的书，竟然challenge我，‘里面的字你都会?不要骗我啦！’我说‘是的啊，不信你问我？’问了几轮，他终于投降，哈哈。但是上了中学后我就没有再进步了），但是老笑我妈，“你太恐怖了，满屋子都是你的书！太吓人了。”讲后必被她骂，老妈最讨厌人家讲她的书多，她说她就只有这么一个嗜好，又不打麻将，又不花钱妆身，也不花钱乱吃东西。听了也有道理，但是有时候就是忍不住要说。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我小时候，很小很小的时候，妈妈就知道我也爱逛书局，她就久不久就会带着我一起搭巴士下坡到大众书局买书，一逛就是一整天。她那时也“玩臭”的，每次都是先看她的书，看得我都不耐烦了（要知道，我那时真的很小），她才拧着她买的一大堆的书，到我的儿童部门去看我的书。我都忘记细节是什么了，只知道每一次去书局，我们两个女人回家的心情都超棒的，很开心很开心。然后你知道的啦，两个疯狂的女人去买书，这么多，肯定不能搭巴士回家了，一定要坐计程车。但是你们也知道吉隆坡的天气的啦，下午（是的，我们每次都待到很晚）4-5点多数下雷阵雨的。苦了我们咯。计程车一听到我们住哪里（到我们家，要经过出名下雨就淹水的旧巴生路）都拒载耶。每一次都要碰上好人司机才会载我们。载我们的司机大概都是可怜我们母女俩，呵呵，有时候还会搭讪说怎么买这么多书？？;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRMZp8jud9Y/TmFbAWMB6QI/AAAAAAAABzQ/kqDEddjaQvU/s1600/bookstore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRMZp8jud9Y/TmFbAWMB6QI/AAAAAAAABzQ/kqDEddjaQvU/s320/bookstore.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;我笑我妈，但是我却越来越像她了。嗜好也能遗传的吗？但是我喜欢的内容和我妈妈的不一样。她喜欢国家地理杂志的类型，读者文摘，动物、地理、文化、历史等。我喜欢的是好笑的包括漫画，爱情、感人、真人真事类、赚泪的、商业(management)的、医疗健康的、女人故事、真人memoir的等，所以遗憾的是，妈妈的collection 我一点也不感兴趣... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在上海的时候，妈妈还狂到时不时把list给我，让我在上海买（中国买书真的很便宜！！！），她来看我的时候或者我回去的时候带给她。我上海回吉隆坡的行李每一次都几乎超重，一点也不夸张。但是看到妈妈幸福开心的笑容，就什么也值得了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我来了这里后，也一直很担心没有了中国的source我的精神粮食怎么办呢？福建人讲的“没有鱼，虾也好”就是我这种情况啦。就看英文的咯。Bui 买了kindle给我，因为我投诉很多书很重，背着上下班我的肩膀都要断掉了。kindle很好，但是让我发觉到有时候去书店买书，那个价格比kindle version的还要便宜（碰上打折）。所以我就有时候kindle，有时候还是手捧着真的书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我公司100米就是全温哥华最大的图书馆，1km以外却有着一间很特别的书局，它不是很大的bookstore chain，但是价格却让我很开心。里面不常有当今畅销的书，但是却有很多的宝贝。我买过很多本很好看的书，之前都在这里有介绍过。所以这一周当我看到它说“closing sales”我真的很伤感。大概这边租金太贵了，它赚来的钱只够让客户开心，不够让他们交租。唉哉！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我周二买了2本，折后才5块多，我都不敢相信。前天我又去买了两本，也才7块多。今天老板不在公司，吃了饭我就只带了信用卡，包也不背（嫌站着看书的时候背着重，影响心情）就去了。快乐不知时间快过，我竟然待了2个小时！看着摘选的8本书，有一点不知所措。都买吗？为什么这个情景这样像我妈妈那时在大众书局的情景？也是买单的时候叠的高高的。（她不止买8本的... 3-4倍还差不多）。我最后狠下心都买了，也不就是32块多。哇那个快乐的感觉真的很棒，即便带点幽幽的伤感。以后没有了这个书局，我的日子要怎么过呢？太单调了。：（&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天下没有不散之席。我们再会吧。或许我会碰到另一个新欢。世上没有绝对的'忠心'，不是吗？;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-410643896348084266?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/410643896348084266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=410643896348084266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/410643896348084266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/410643896348084266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='由买书延伸的一段童年回忆'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-IRMZp8jud9Y/TmFbAWMB6QI/AAAAAAAABzQ/kqDEddjaQvU/s72-c/bookstore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5741425772109631280</id><published>2011-08-25T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:42:50.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why my Third Husband Will be a Dog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Third-Husband-Will-Dog/dp/B0057D97HC?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Why My Third Husband Will Be A Dog: The Amazing Adventures of an Ordinary Woman" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0057D97HC&amp;amp;tag=myme0b9-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0057D97HC" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was strolling aimlessly with bui at Chapters few weeks ago, and saw this book. Chapters is a book store that is located just within 200m from my house. In fact, the biggest mall in this city is located within 200m from our house.&amp;nbsp; hahaha... love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are many short entries in this book, and they are so hilariously funny. First of all, who will think of such a title for a book??? and it was on sale, original price was 24.90, on sale for only 6.99. So damn cheap. So I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there is no single entry about the title!!!! phff... what the... but then, the author Lisa Scottoline is so funny, she described her 1st ex husband as Thing One, and 2nd ex husband as Thing Two. Hahahahhaa... Who will call their husband as "Thing"? I love her writing style:) I finished reading already loh... feel so sad, the fun is over:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the humourous side, she does have the sentimental part... talk about how as a mom, you feel happy that your child grew up, graduated, and left the city, and yet you feel so sad that they are slowing leaving you from the first second they were born. I am not a mother (yet, haha), but I can sort of relate this feeling from the way my parents expressed their love. Parental love is the most unselfish love on the earth. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... if it gets sold in KL, try to find this book to read. Very very funny, and yet warm. Have I told you she has 3 dogs (or 4??), 2 cats, and some chickens as pet... Yes, you heard me right, chicken.... the way she described her chicken is&amp;nbsp;also damn funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she writes about the title "why my&amp;nbsp;third husband will be a dog". This remains a mystery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5741425772109631280?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5741425772109631280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5741425772109631280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5741425772109631280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5741425772109631280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-my-third-husband-will-be-dog.html' title='&quot;Why my Third Husband Will be a Dog&quot;'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5593301280679478262</id><published>2011-08-10T15:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:19:50.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat healthily</title><content type='html'>I have a close colleague, he is going to have a heart surgery next Wednesday. He has 9 blockage on his heart arteries.. he is having a high chance of going into stroke if he does not go through surgery soon. The doctor at first wanted to just balloned out his blocked artery. It was in that process that they discovered he has 9 blockage (each is about 70-90% blocked), that they can't just do balooning, they have to do surgery. He was put on priority list, even that, he has to wait for 10 days later only can do the surgery, which will last for 7 hours... I guess it is a big surgery? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he is alright... He is only 54... he didn't even have strength to talk to me on phone. We just rely on text messages to update each other. He is a good man. I hope he will survive this surgery with little or no damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit him at hospital over the weekend with Jay. Seeing he is hooked up with the heart reading equipment, makes me think of my dad again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson here is, eat healthy food. Do not hari-hari starbucks with 3 packs of sugar and 2 packs of milk. Do not A&amp;amp;W&amp;nbsp;every week even though it is just around the corner downstairs our office.&amp;nbsp; All these will come back to haunt you when you get older. Guaranteed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5593301280679478262?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5593301280679478262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5593301280679478262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5593301280679478262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5593301280679478262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/08/eat-healthily.html' title='Eat healthily'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8388896968342574172</id><published>2011-08-05T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:46:38.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><title type='text'>马来西亚时间的现在</title><content type='html'>3年前的这个钟数，你决定撒手离我们而去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你已经很努力在撑着等弟弟回来（以生命迹象来看，你其实5天前就可以走的），但是估计你已经知道他已安全抵达吉隆坡国际机场，你不想再撑了？还是你真的撑得很辛苦？我们不得而知，因为你已经在麻醉药的作用下昏迷了好多好多天，插了喉管，即便不昏迷，也不能说话。真的很矛盾，我们也不希望你醒着，深怕你会感觉到疼痛而痛苦。阿觅只要大声地叫你，你就会企图睁开眼睛，不知道是药水的作用还是什么，你的眼白都泛黄的，看得我们都心疼。从出世到那时，从来没有流过这样多的泪水（即便经历过几段现在看回去觉得幼稚的恋情），可再多的泪水也不能换回我那健壮，面带笑容，和什么样阶级的人都可以打成一片的父亲。那段时间，世界似乎都停下脚步，我们每天的生活就是医院，回家换班，再医院，没有其他有意义的事情可以引起我们的注意力。连和bui bui 通电话的时间和力气都没有，也不在乎有没有和他通电话。那段日子真的不堪回首。没有经历过的人不会明白。也不希望有人会经历这样的一段日子。那时每天想的事情就是，希望医院的帕车位能在低层，靠近电梯，这样就能少走几步路可以快点看到爸爸。唉，即便是这样小的希望，也不是天天可以达成。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈每天以泪洗脸，她一直认为你还没有入院在家里休养的时间里，她对你的照顾有欠。她认为她可以做得更好，也希望能亲耳听到你说你没有责怪他。但是你一句话也不能说，你知道她有多想你吗？我们都很想你。人家说时间可以冲淡一切，是骗人的。时间或许可以冲淡失恋的痛苦，但是绝对不能冲淡对家人的思念。多么想再靠在你强壮的肩膀看电视；多么想再看到你在知道我买了你爱吃的东西回来时，你像小孩子童真般的笑容；多么想吃你周日在巴刹买的猪畅粉；多么想再吃到你煮的螃蟹... 你有太多想做但还没有做的事情，你说过还想来上海找我的，然后我们再去北京一趟，你食言！我只能带着你的骨灰再和妈妈去一次北京。妈妈那次很棒耶，她竟然爬上好一大段的长城，连我都不敢相信。我们在长城的一端纪念着你，你知道吗？你晓得吗？你看到吗？你听到吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来还以为3年了，再写上这些陈年回忆会不那么伤感，至少可以不流泪，还是不行。人家都说女儿是父亲前世的亲人，看来是真的。真希望能在梦中和你再相会，再聊天，再珍惜彼此。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3年了，有时候觉得好像昨天才发生的事情，更多时候是觉得好像发生了好久好久。这三年很多事情发生了，我移民了，阿觅换工了，你儿子也博士毕业在大学教书了（你欣慰吗？），妈妈和阿觅搬家了。妈妈在老家老是想起你，我们想想这样不是很好，刚好阿觅的condo建好了，就搬进去，刚开始不习惯，现在应该好一点了。家没有你，就是不一样。你为什么要这么早离开我们呢？很多很坏，对社会没有贡献的人都比你长命耶，这又是为什么呢？为什么无所事事的乞丐可以活到七老八十，而你是为国家社会培育人才的却要这样早走呢？这个世界真的不公平。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无从知道你现在过得怎么样，但是阿觅老是告诉我她知道你在天堂。世上都这样不公平了，确定真有天堂吗？怎么样确定的？能通梦告知吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸，真得很想念你。如果有来世，我想做你的父亲，让我好好无条件无回报的疼疼你，爱护你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8388896968342574172?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8388896968342574172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8388896968342574172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8388896968342574172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8388896968342574172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='马来西亚时间的现在'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-303402577423941798</id><published>2011-07-29T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:41:47.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Najis vs Tahi</title><content type='html'>My bui bui is very poor in Bahasa Malaysia (BM), everyone who knows him knows this is a fact. But people generally still think you will know the basics vocab of BM as you are a Malaysian right? Well... ladies and gentlemen, please listen to the following 2 jokes. The first jokes happened 5 years ago, the second jokes happened just last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the highway in KL? got so much toll to pay. When we first dating, I got questions but not dare to ask (pretending lah that time. hahahaa). It is regarding I everytime see he go line up at Touch-N-Go lane, but he got no touch-n-go. He used cash. But then the cash lane is so empty, so I really don't understand. So after a few dates, I asked him, "why you use cash but no go to cash lane?" Then bui bui answered, with this typical blur blur bear face, "is there a cash lane?? I don't see one??". I said, "huh? oi, there's a tunai lane there leh... you don't see? Empty some more oh!"... Then he continued with his blur blur bear face... "tunai means cash??? wow!!!!!!!!" I shocked... I asked, "you don't know what is tunai???" Then he said, "I always see that lane..&amp;nbsp; but I don't know what is tunai... and I thought it is related to tuna fish... and tuna fish and highway toll doesn't jive... so I am confused and thus I do not use that lane..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys cannot imagine how shocked I was that time... my face is really like this : |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was browsing the facebook updates as usual... and some emails... and read about Najib's wife use dunno 73 million tax payer's money to buy the stupid diamond. So I was telling&amp;nbsp; bui bui, "this najib family, whole family all screwed up one. No wonder people now call Najib as Najis... memang correct...", and I hahahahaha there myself, expecting bui bui to join in laughing&amp;nbsp;with me. But then.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bui bui, "what is najis?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "you don't know najis????? sigh... it means 大便 lah!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Bui bui, "are you sure? but 大便 is tahi wor... i never heard of najis."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "......." (really speechless)&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "why 大便 can be called tahi and najis?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "....... (really beh tahan liao)... babe, it is just like 粪 is 大便... they are the same..." (really no energy liao)&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "oh..... if you explain like that, I can understand. Ok, najis is 大便... hahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "...." already no mood to hahahaha with him liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my babe is really really really funny.... and the funniest part is, he didn't know he is funny... Oh my oh my....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-303402577423941798?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/303402577423941798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=303402577423941798&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/303402577423941798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/303402577423941798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/najis-vs-tahi.html' title='Najis vs Tahi'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1969745188943705250</id><published>2011-07-28T13:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:09:20.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>不吐不快</title><content type='html'>最近我们旗下有一间公司要报税(year-end了）。所以我就乖乖把所有的资料发给我们的会计师。但是因为这一间公司跟老板的好朋友公司co-own了2间公司，所以那两间的资料也要报上给会计师。因为这两间公司的账目是老板的好朋友的秘书管理的，所以，我的会计师要什么我就转达给那个女人（那个女人就是那个老公一天到晚来我们公司无所事事的那个女人啦），她再呈交就是了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么知道她的账目record的不清不楚，我的会计师就长长的邮件过来了。我就只有转发的份儿啦，那账目又不是我管的，我能怎么样呢？还好我聪明，我cc我老板。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等了好几天，她都不回，因为她要等她的accountant回复。这就奇怪了，会计师问的问题都很简单的，为什么你要等你的会计师回答呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来好不容易回答了，那个答复，真得很像金马伦清晨的雾，很“朦”。anyway, 我也只能转发给我的会计师咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的会计师有一点火了，他说，为什么账目这么不清楚的，还要我帮她进一些transactions???? （我们有地产的买卖的，这一些账目我管的公司我都会纪录land 的fixed assets, building的fixed assets, 不然那个数不能对上的。我就跟那个女人讲，好声好气的，说，你能不能记录这一些账目在发给我的会计师，因为他不想等一下他帮你记了这个帐目，整个帐盘会乱掉。那个女人说我这边的做法就是这样的。我把资料给他，难道他自己不能进这个账目吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我转达了女人的意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会计师打给我，说这不行的。幸好我老板刚好在我房间，他要我开speaker phone一起谈。把女人也叫进来一起谈（我们的公司是一起的，奇吧？）。女人来了，会计师解释说为什么需要她自己进帐，她一听然后我老板又在场，立刻不同嘴脸，说“我等一下做好就发给你，没问题的”。脸换得比四川变脸的功夫还要快。这个女人...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，转身等老板走了，跟我说可以不可以给她看一下我是怎么对店铺的买卖进帐的。哦！！！！原来你不会！！！！你不会可以早早跟我说啊，我可以教你的，你干嘛事先耍我呢？爱脸？？？这个死女人!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 该做的我都做了，包括叫她怎么进那笔账。再次让我看清这个女人的真面目，很可怕！！！她真的很贱的。她很有阶级观念的，一知道我级别比她低，就从来没有正眼跟我说话，每一次都用很官僚的口音说话，我真的真的很讨厌她！！！！！！亏我老板还以为她做事很厉害。是很厉害，很厉害耍手段啦！笨蛋老板！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1969745188943705250?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1969745188943705250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1969745188943705250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1969745188943705250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1969745188943705250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_28.html' title='不吐不快'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1100097928003791973</id><published>2011-07-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:48:47.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>加拿大奇怪的现象</title><content type='html'>我记得我去上海不久，写过很多篇我不能理解上海人作风的一些奇怪现象。原来，人到每一个地方，即便是很发达（某方面）的地方，还是能“发掘”到一些奇怪，不能理解的现象的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（一）这里因为地方小，人口少，很多店铺都是one man show 或是夫妻档的。夏天是“放假黄金期”，但是我万万没有想到竟然“黄金”到可以关铺放长假。Bui Bui 的理发店，就是放了2个星期，害他摸门钉。公司附近的一个one man show 咖啡店，昨天就开始关铺了，也没有字条说什么时候回来，真是的。搞不懂。然后负责我们银行户口的Account Manager, 也放假去了（1个月！！！），害我们要转帐都很麻烦。拜托这些Account Manager, 我们一周至少通一个email的，是不是应该很道德的跟我们说声她要放假了，什么事找谁谁谁？这样会不会好一些呢？？！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（二）我公司有一个窝囊男人，老婆这里做的，他是做保险的，公司离我们公司好几条街远。可是他可以时常出现在我们公司，在他老婆房间里面chik chak 转！不是窝囊是什么？？我自己也要买保险的，可是就是因为他这样，我打死也不会跟他买，也不会买他做的那间。太窝囊了！！！不用做meh??而且来也不会跟人打招呼，当然，他老婆的老板是例外的。真是si-kui!!!! bleah! 现在更是进化离谱到10点就在公司出现然后霸占厨房弄东西给他老婆吃！！！晕！！！令人“发指”，真不知道他到底有没有工作的？？！... help~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Enough complaint for today:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1100097928003791973?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1100097928003791973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1100097928003791973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1100097928003791973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1100097928003791973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_26.html' title='加拿大奇怪的现象'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5556810925703704600</id><published>2011-07-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:19:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>咳咳咳</title><content type='html'>吃几颗荔枝而已，就咳嗽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过除了荔枝，我还同时吃了一包 chips, 一点 ice-cream, 一小杯yoghurt, 一杯果汁，一杯咖啡etc etc... i think i ate too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;健康真的很重要！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5556810925703704600?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5556810925703704600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5556810925703704600&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5556810925703704600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5556810925703704600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_12.html' title='咳咳咳'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8875326642246103616</id><published>2011-07-11T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:10:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>709</title><content type='html'>After seeing what's happening back home on July 9th, I have decided, if by the 2013 election I still hold Malaysia passport, I WILL GO BACK JUST TO VOTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naji&lt;strike&gt;sb&lt;/strike&gt;, I don't know why you so afraid of Fair and Free Election, this is international standard. And I don't know why as a leader of a country, you can mock Anwar in such a kindergarten tone, about he kena tear gas. You just lost my last 10% respect to you. And you are a big fat liar, "no physical contact was made at all"... you are such a jocker. The rakyat&amp;nbsp;were just peacefully rallying on the street,&amp;nbsp;did not burn down any&amp;nbsp;public property nor looting but the polis were hitting people, chasing people with such a trait we never seen them on chasing the snatch thief, and shouting bahasa kasar at harmless women. YOU ARE A BIG FAT LIAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the big flock of polis man out on that KL downtown day, finally, you make me realized you do have the "power" and "resources" but unfortunately, you used it on weaponless, unarmed citizens who paid your salary. Please, I beg you, to consider use your power and resources in catching snatch thief! You looked so garang, and so capable on 709. Use the same traits in catching snatch thief I GUARANTEE you won't fail rakyat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn angry, pissed, and heartache!!!! 公理何在？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8875326642246103616?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8875326642246103616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8875326642246103616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8875326642246103616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8875326642246103616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/709.html' title='709'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-270452298329271607</id><published>2011-07-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:32:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>败家子</title><content type='html'>Seriously, you are such a rich man's son, can you just quit your job and don't ka ka cau cau in the office by being unproductive, not following up on the projects you are supposed to, setting appointments with someone and having that someone came to office sit impatiently waiting for you but you are not showing up and none of us know where you are????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;实在看不惯这种败家子，好吃懒做。替他的父亲感到心痛。完全不难预测到如果父亲的产业到他手中会怎么败法咯！败家子！！！都近30了，还这样！！！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.. damn angry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-270452298329271607?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/270452298329271607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=270452298329271607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/270452298329271607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/270452298329271607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_08.html' title='败家子'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4464380632181387590</id><published>2011-07-07T10:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:24:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gum dou duk??</title><content type='html'>Have been quite stress for past two days because the item that I redeemed on Asia Miles (they really have good stuff to be redeemed), comes in DHL, but the DHL guy has not been able to delivered to us (they left the "you have been missed" note) even though Bui Bui works from home and thus should not have missed any delivery at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to work, late. As I hurried going out the door, I spotted the DHL guy. I faster go ask him is the package for us. He said yes. But he said he just buzzed us but it was said that no such person. Apparently he buzzed the wrong unit!!!!!!!!! Instead of 50x, he buzzed 50(x+1). I wanted to faint... gum dou duk?? Of course you missed us for 2 days lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada, you memang boleh loh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hou choi I go work late today jeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4464380632181387590?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4464380632181387590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4464380632181387590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4464380632181387590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4464380632181387590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/gum-dou-duk.html' title='gum dou duk??'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5784111660741661941</id><published>2011-07-06T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:54:43.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>《爱有来生》</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQ3gLVaK1U/ThSPi47-DrI/AAAAAAAABy0/nUqoVxrliZA/s1600/5beeba0fd50ec4c6aa645705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQ3gLVaK1U/ThSPi47-DrI/AAAAAAAABy0/nUqoVxrliZA/s200/5beeba0fd50ec4c6aa645705.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary excerpt: &lt;em&gt;一棵银杏树，一段人鬼情未了的故事。一个痴情之鬼阿明，前世深刻爱上了孤女阿九，但因为两个家族的火拼，二人生死离译。阿明死后，成孤魂一缕，在一棵银杏树下，深情等待已经转世的前世爱人50年。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《爱有来生》是根据&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;上海女作家须兰在1990年创作的短篇小说《银杏银杏》&lt;/span&gt;而改编的爱情史诗电影。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能用文字来形容，这个电影很美丽、很凄丽。看了心情久久不能平复。当然，我又泪洒:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你的茶凉了，我再去给你续上”。这么简单短短的一句，竟然是整个影片的核心！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看完了，我红着眼睛问Bui Bui, 你也会等我50年吗？你这么笨，肯定我来了你也认不出来，苦苦等待，笨死了！！Bui Bui 说，“我等你100年！就不信等不到！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中国真的人才济济，太多好演员和好导演了。这电影，是我今年看这么多电影里的 No.1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演员名单:&lt;br /&gt;俞飞鸿饰阿九、莫小玉 　　&lt;br /&gt;段奕宏饰弟弟阿明 　　&lt;br /&gt;姚鲁饰哥哥 　　&lt;br /&gt;李佳饰小兰、雅萍 　　&lt;br /&gt;涂松岩饰秦言 　　&lt;br /&gt;高虎饰阿九哥哥&lt;br /&gt;而饰演阿九的俞飞鸿，也是首次执导电影，Geng!!! 从准备剧本到完成拍摄，历经了十年的时间。她用《无间道》摄影师、《功夫》剪辑师、《集结号》录音师 、《刺秦》的服装设计师打造钻石级制作群。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一幕，是震撼我许久的一幕：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...阿明想起，九儿临死前躺在自己怀里跟自己说“来生，你若不认得我，我就说：你的茶凉了，我再去给你续上。你便知那人是我．．．．．．” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;　　小玉也仿佛在说了那句“茶凉了，我再去给你续上吧”之后，断断续续想起了前世的自己与阿明，在去续茶路过一面镜子时，立刻痛哭不止，镜子前的自己，分明是前世身着嫁衣的阿九。她什么都明白了。可等她重回银杏树下的时候，任她呼喊，也再不见了阿明．．．．．．　&lt;b sizcache="1" sizset="2"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5784111660741661941?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5784111660741661941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5784111660741661941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5784111660741661941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5784111660741661941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='《爱有来生》'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-HdQ3gLVaK1U/ThSPi47-DrI/AAAAAAAABy0/nUqoVxrliZA/s72-c/5beeba0fd50ec4c6aa645705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3097146208685362611</id><published>2011-06-30T16:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:05:43.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Canada Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFtQWC1vOMg/Tg0BFUwnkOI/AAAAAAAABys/CvOsjJEbky8/s1600/800px-Canadaday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFtQWC1vOMg/Tg0BFUwnkOI/AAAAAAAABys/CvOsjJEbky8/s320/800px-Canadaday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Holiday!!! Long Weekend!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my fever&amp;nbsp; will be subsided by tomorrow. Have been sick for 2 days:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3097146208685362611?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3097146208685362611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3097146208685362611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3097146208685362611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3097146208685362611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow-is-canada-day.html' title='Tomorrow is Canada Day'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-TFtQWC1vOMg/Tg0BFUwnkOI/AAAAAAAABys/CvOsjJEbky8/s72-c/800px-Canadaday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7431464927920743536</id><published>2011-06-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:21:16.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>不再让你孤单</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTs4RLhscWc/Tgt6fU_XbxI/AAAAAAAAByo/1FnHa_415og/s1600/S31099T1304161711940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTs4RLhscWc/Tgt6fU_XbxI/AAAAAAAAByo/1FnHa_415og/s320/S31099T1304161711940.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had such a great love story for a while... I cried in the end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;导演：刘伟强 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;编剧：邓洁明 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主演：舒淇 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　　刘烨 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　　田亮 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　　黄秋生&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7431464927920743536?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7431464927920743536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7431464927920743536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7431464927920743536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7431464927920743536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_29.html' title='不再让你孤单'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-YTs4RLhscWc/Tgt6fU_XbxI/AAAAAAAAByo/1FnHa_415og/s72-c/S31099T1304161711940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8899220272013173390</id><published>2011-06-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:33:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>单身男女</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1AJtSN1kD8/TgTKH1o76-I/AAAAAAAAByk/fPWyCqaN1Ic/s1600/003022_97954890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1AJtSN1kD8/TgTKH1o76-I/AAAAAAAAByk/fPWyCqaN1Ic/s1600/003022_97954890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;导演： 杜琪峰 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主演： 高圆圆 吴彦祖 古天乐 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!!!!:) I love this kind of love story, very "warm" and "romantic" (minus the ugly frog part)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8899220272013173390?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8899220272013173390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8899220272013173390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8899220272013173390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8899220272013173390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_24.html' title='单身男女'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-Z1AJtSN1kD8/TgTKH1o76-I/AAAAAAAAByk/fPWyCqaN1Ic/s72-c/003022_97954890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7163438472642509511</id><published>2011-06-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:45:57.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postal On Strike</title><content type='html'>Over here, if your job is unionized, you have the right to go on strike if you are "not happy" with your package, as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dearest postal office have decided to go on strike for many days already. No mail, no bill, no cheque, BUT you are still responsible in keeping all of your accounts in good standing - meaning, pay bill on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banks are so quiet lately too. Yesterday I went banking, I saw the teller all standing there doing nothing but staring at the screen (pretend do something?). It is so rare. Normally at the hour of 2-3pm is the busiest time for them! I guess they love postal onstrike. haha... of course lah, it means no cheaque in the mail therefore no deposit transaction; no bill in the mail therefore you can't pay your miscellaneaous bill at bank due to no stub; no monthly statement available in the mail, therefore you can't spot their mistake and go to bank ask for a readjustment (trust me, this happens very frequently here, canadian teller are very bad at numbers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is a time to train people go paperless and pay bill online. Though some people rather incur interest due to late payment, also won't want to go paperless and pay bill online (e.g. my boss). I don't know why the older people they gets, especially older rich-ass people are so scared of online transaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period of time, besides the bank teller, another group of people who are very happy is the courier company. Their business are so good they are grinning from the furthest left to furthest right. Good for them, bad for us as consumer. Courier here damn expensive. I don't know why everything so expensive here and everything in China was so cheap. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... news said that government intervened already and demand them to go back to work next week wor... don't know how true it is. $100 million sales has been lost in revenue because of their 任性. Oh btw, at the same time, Air Canada was also on strike, asking for better pension benefit, but also intervened by government to ask them go back to work on the 3rd or 4th day. I don't know what to say, I can only say to them, if they don't want to do their job, tonesssssss of qualified immigrants will be happy to take it, but too bad it was controlled by the stupid union. Union is supposed to be a bridge between communication of government/employer to employee, but somehow, I think the union here is very slanted towards the employee. Hmmmmmmmm..... negotiations? or 任性行为?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, the waste-removal company was on strike for more than 1 month. Imagine your rubbish got no way to go to, pilling up at your garage, the smell...... the bacteria.... the micro-organism stuff there... yucks... I can only imagine... I don't want to experience it. And year on year, the waste-removal company increased the cost more than the inflation rate, so I don't know what else they want. Do you know over here, you have to pay for the waste-removal company to clear your rubbish, if not they won't touch your garbage bin. And, you have to place the garbage bin nicely outside, the direction has to be accurate (handle facing outward), and the color of the bin has to match exactly what it was for (food, dried leaves, recycle newspaper, recycle magazine/brochure/leaflet), if any of this fail, your garbage bin will be left untouched and until you corrected them, they won't get picked up. It is so "bereucratic"... hmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i am bored, no mail means nothing much to do, no need to pay bill coz i won't know the bill amount because boss don't want to go online (i think it is for control purpose too), so yay... as soon as my boss go into meeting, i will read my kindle. muahahaha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7163438472642509511?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7163438472642509511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7163438472642509511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7163438472642509511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7163438472642509511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/postal-on-strike.html' title='Postal On Strike'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3268400480107243759</id><published>2011-06-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:24:08.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of summer</title><content type='html'>According to weatherman, today is the first day of summer. I don't know how he arrived at this conclusion and predicted it, well, today really seems hotter. Finally, something above 20 degree celcius!!! Waited for so long. Summer this year is like a 丑妇，总归见家翁了！hahaha... i know i know... lame joke:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne3C3Er_964/TgEZfvBssSI/AAAAAAAAByI/c-8arrHfDLE/s1600/murakami_summer-hp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne3C3Er_964/TgEZfvBssSI/AAAAAAAAByI/c-8arrHfDLE/s320/murakami_summer-hp.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And guess what? Even Google is celebrating first day of summer! hahaha.. so cute lah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the cherry season. Last year this time, I don't know finished eating how many bags of cherries already, this year the season is not even started yet... testing my patience... really testing.... yiu... but this year, we have really sweet papaya, the same kind of sweetness (if not sweeter) than those we can find in KL. It was from Hawaii, and it ain't cheap. Yiu... buy 2 already like C$9. @#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER!!!!! I command you to come and stay, don't come hide come hide and gao gao zhen. Are you listening??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3268400480107243759?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3268400480107243759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3268400480107243759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3268400480107243759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3268400480107243759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First day of summer'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-ne3C3Er_964/TgEZfvBssSI/AAAAAAAAByI/c-8arrHfDLE/s72-c/murakami_summer-hp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4151780933919912894</id><published>2011-06-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:20:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>狮子座的我</title><content type='html'>有时候我觉得狮子座的我，在家里更像一个丈夫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么螺丝起子screw driver电钻电池类的东西，我比 bui bui 还要厉害。他很体贴，但是他绝不是handyman. 这一点当有事发生的时候，我就很想念我的父亲，他是一个精通家里电器的人。bui bui 呢，如果家里电器坏了，他会先咨询我。如果我也搞不定，那就要找专业人士了。家里的router，电视机，电话，微波炉，heater的操控器的操作和installation都是我一手教bui bui的，我厉害叻？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在静下来想，可能不是bui bui 不handyman, 而是我狮子座的性格根本没有给他机会发挥。好像搬家要把床dissemble, 再assemble,我就叫他不要乱动。因为他会想到拆什么就拆什么，而我会按照说明书一步一步来的。然后我会发号施令，说拆那个先（还要教他怎么反用那个电钻拆钉子），然后拆这个。他也很配合我，他也懒得看说明书，哈哈，让我当husband :P 有时候他动作慢，我还抢过工具自己来。我的性子太急了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管怎么样，bui bui 的脾气真的是很好的。这样也好啦，如果我嫁的是跟我一抹一样的脾气的男人，估计不懂离了几万次婚了。这个是真的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4151780933919912894?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4151780933919912894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4151780933919912894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4151780933919912894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4151780933919912894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_15.html' title='狮子座的我'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6874645842740557823</id><published>2011-06-15T10:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:08:01.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skytrain here sucks</title><content type='html'>在上海住了近5年，地铁发生故障/事故的次数，1个手掌的手指都够数。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这边的skytrain发生事故延误，一个礼拜至少1次！！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真他妈的娘！So stupid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh..... @#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难得可以比准时差15分钟就“早”到，往往就是这种日子，给我弄个大迟到，所以总的来说，我是几乎天天大迟到！（本来只是小迟到）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6874645842740557823?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6874645842740557823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6874645842740557823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6874645842740557823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6874645842740557823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/skytrain-here-sucks.html' title='Skytrain here sucks'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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-18693168.post-7227844292743535474</id><published>2011-06-14T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:39:46.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>笨死了</title><content type='html'>越来越觉得加拿大人的数学很差！真的很呕血...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难怪我大学一年级的Calculus, 闭着眼睛都能拿满分，那些本地人死读死读也只能望个pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笨死了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7227844292743535474?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7227844292743535474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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moved out on Saturday. It was a very tiring day, and yet satisfying. The most difficult part is moving the bed and bed frame. huh!!!! Our tall friend's motorbike cannot start, by the time his bike started and came to our place, we already finished moving and half dead. haha... but it was very nice of him to help us sweep the floor of the old apartment:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like our new place a lot, quieter, lots of natural sunlights. The only thing we don't like is the carpetted floor, means need to take care of it. Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of moving, due to lack of communication (Jay moved some stuff while i was working last week), Jay threw away my 1st samsonite carry on luggage. I was very very sad... If he just leave it out side the building, I am sure it could be of use to someone else. But he throw it into the big garbage bin!!! The handle was rosak due to my choh loh usage (i transported books and heavy stuff on this carry on luggage for a few times, if the handle still intact, then it is more scary. haha). Everything is still very good despite my choh loh usage, the clothe not broken, the clothe not even pecah a bit. So, once again proof that Samsonite is a very good brand!!!!! I bought another hardcover (my this old one is soft one) in red color, Samsonite again in last christmas while The Bay was having sales. It was a good buy. I love it. It has 4 wheels so it is easy to spin and to carry. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sad because Jay threw it before he can discuss with me. :(( Don't know where is it now leh?? I have lots of travelling memories with it. It was the first carry on luggage I have due to my ex jobs required lots of short trip to Southeast Asia last time. It was perfect for a 3-5 days trip to Singapore too. Sigh.... I didn't get to say goodbye to it:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6139420427065555032?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6139420427065555032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6139420427065555032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6139420427065555032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6139420427065555032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-old-buddy-samsonite.html' title='My old buddy, Samsonite'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3899699716100951571</id><published>2011-06-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:53:40.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Canucks Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LskC210JT0E/TfKRWi9WVlI/AAAAAAAAByE/mil4PqzTiR4/s1600/Luongo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LskC210JT0E/TfKRWi9WVlI/AAAAAAAAByE/mil4PqzTiR4/s320/Luongo.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight is Game 5 of Stanley Cup Final... so gun cheong... I was not a hockey fans, but following the last few games has turned me into one!!! Vancouver's Canucks&amp;nbsp;vs. Boston's Bruins. Tonight is home game. Last 2 games were a bit disappointed, 1-8 and 0-4. Sigh... I hope they can score the first goal tonight, that will add up to the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CANUCKS GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosses are all hockey fans, so whenever there is a game night, they all ciao at 4pm, and I ciao at 5pm too. Hahaha... But today I will ciao at 4.30pm. I want to be at home with TV when the game starts at 5pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how expensive is the ticket? It is $1200 per ticket for tonight, and it is only the Game 5. Imagine if it is a Game 7, I think the ticket will go to $2000. Who says people here are poor??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite player is #1 Roberto Luongo. He is the goalie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3899699716100951571?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3899699716100951571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3899699716100951571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3899699716100951571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3899699716100951571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/go-canucks-go.html' title='Go Canucks Go'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-LskC210JT0E/TfKRWi9WVlI/AAAAAAAAByE/mil4PqzTiR4/s72-c/Luongo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5502389936894737846</id><published>2011-06-09T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:13:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1m2UnosAl18/TfFhCO0CkdI/AAAAAAAAByA/ruFsk3PzTvE/s1600/kayak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1m2UnosAl18/TfFhCO0CkdI/AAAAAAAAByA/ruFsk3PzTvE/s320/kayak.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took this photo over the weekend. Jay and I went for a minor hiking at Deep Cove. And I saw so many kayaks there and you can actually sign up for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to learn. But then Jay does not know how to swim.... how leh?:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day on Saturday. And I really love this photo I had taken. So colorful, and yet so peaceful :) This photo is now the wallpaper of my iPhone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5502389936894737846?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5502389936894737846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5502389936894737846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5502389936894737846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5502389936894737846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/kayaking.html' title='Kayaking'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-1m2UnosAl18/TfFhCO0CkdI/AAAAAAAAByA/ruFsk3PzTvE/s72-c/kayak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4539479705069801073</id><published>2011-06-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:57:04.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold another 2 chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gue8lcHqyo/Te-1VeKxzEI/AAAAAAAABx8/VwlIxGw8OY8/s1600/ikea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gue8lcHqyo/Te-1VeKxzEI/AAAAAAAABx8/VwlIxGw8OY8/s320/ikea.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving. Our new landlord has so many stuff in his small apartment he "refused" to remove them, so that leaves us less space for our stuff. So, I posted this two chairs up on internet for sale. At first I posted $80. No take. Then I put $60 if take both. Got a girl negotiated $50, what a steep discount (these chairs, if buy from Ikea new, each cost $69.99 + HST tax), but I agreed to it. Then she came back and text me said after checking with her husband, he thinks this chair is too small, so she is going to give it a pass this time. What the @#$%! Don't you check with your husband first before you negotiated a discount? @##$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the same night, another guailow (i think he is russian because his name is Konstantine) emailed me. He didn't even talk about the price, he just said give me the address, I will come pick them up tomorrow. Wow... Love this kind of customer. hahaha... And when he give me the money, he thought it was $70 (because I advsertise if take one is 35, take both is 60, I guess he didn't read the full line). I told him it is $60, but if he wants to give me $70, I don't mind too. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 less junk with us. We really have lots of stuff... I don't know why... I already not buying much stuff over here. Some of the stuff were shipped from Shanghai and we have not removed from the box yet. Can you believe it? haha... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Very headache lately lah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4539479705069801073?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4539479705069801073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4539479705069801073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4539479705069801073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4539479705069801073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/sold-another-2-chairs.html' title='Sold another 2 chairs'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-4gue8lcHqyo/Te-1VeKxzEI/AAAAAAAABx8/VwlIxGw8OY8/s72-c/ikea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4805011346934358445</id><published>2011-06-07T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:42:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_uL3086TZU/Te6L6FJm8DI/AAAAAAAABx4/yW-X1NYDEAs/s1600/plant.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_uL3086TZU/Te6L6FJm8DI/AAAAAAAABx4/yW-X1NYDEAs/s320/plant.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I blogged about &lt;a href="http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-plant.html"&gt;my "plant"&lt;/a&gt; last August... the only plant I have in vancouver. hahaha. I planted Chives and Chillies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year has almost been past,&amp;nbsp;winter came, snow came, sun came, rain came.. I never&amp;nbsp;go out water them or take care of them, I Just put them on the balcony and let them "sendiri makan sendiri". haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chillies cannot survive the winter and snow I guess. It&amp;nbsp;is dead. But the chives... my gosh...&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;is still alive, and I didn't even know chives&amp;nbsp;flowers are so romantically purple. So nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving this weekend... I am still deciding should I bring them over to the new balcony?? If I do, I think I should remove the dead chillies. Hahaha... btw, I have harvested the chillies 3 times over the summer last year. But I have never harvested the chives. Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4805011346934358445?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4805011346934358445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4805011346934358445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4805011346934358445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4805011346934358445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-plant.html' title='My plant'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-P_uL3086TZU/Te6L6FJm8DI/AAAAAAAABx4/yW-X1NYDEAs/s72-c/plant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3291557646237484122</id><published>2011-05-31T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:03:33.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HST</title><content type='html'>Holy Moly, this HST is really getting a pain in my butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy books only have to pay&amp;nbsp;5% tax. But magazine is 12% tax???? WTF???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn angry at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a citizen yet? I want to vote next month to ABOLISH HST! Taking so much money from us and do nothing in return. @#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't going to buy another magazine here liao. Too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3291557646237484122?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3291557646237484122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3291557646237484122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3291557646237484122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3291557646237484122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/hst.html' title='HST'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5301428646131036603</id><published>2011-05-30T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:05:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Asc76t67mN4/TeQmvMS5OHI/AAAAAAAABxw/4HmkI5IOPVw/s1600/central+park.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Asc76t67mN4/TeQmvMS5OHI/AAAAAAAABxw/4HmkI5IOPVw/s320/central+park.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1O2_HCVOy4/TeQm8JddJ6I/AAAAAAAABx0/5IeB0l1we04/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1O2_HCVOy4/TeQm8JddJ6I/AAAAAAAABx0/5IeB0l1we04/s320/photo.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather is cooperating over the weekend, sunshine, great days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have a walk at central park on Saturday. We saw lots of squirrels out, they want us to feed them, but we were not prepared! Jay wanted to trick them by throwing some small rocks at them, I scolded him. He is very bad. haha... He said maybe they will mistaken rocks as peanuts wor... speechless me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we went back to the park again. But this time, the hours were later. So perhaps someone fed them already. They don't seem very desperate unlike the previous day. They are lazily walking here and there... now, we holding the peanuts are the desperate ones. This world is so funny. Sigh... anyway, we really have fun feeding the squirrels. And we found out that the crows also fighting the peanuts with squirrels, and we thought they are meat eaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5301428646131036603?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5301428646131036603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5301428646131036603&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5301428646131036603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5301428646131036603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-Asc76t67mN4/TeQmvMS5OHI/AAAAAAAABxw/4HmkI5IOPVw/s72-c/central+park.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7946042666132238646</id><published>2011-05-27T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:30:01.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5CQx3YEINQ/Td_b4ZMs-FI/AAAAAAAABxo/cMs0-sECSf8/s1600/photoredwine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5CQx3YEINQ/Td_b4ZMs-FI/AAAAAAAABxo/cMs0-sECSf8/s320/photoredwine.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoYA_hrU8no/Td_b6WdpICI/AAAAAAAABxs/PHIf8atjoVU/s1600/photo.redwineJPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoYA_hrU8no/Td_b6WdpICI/AAAAAAAABxs/PHIf8atjoVU/s320/photo.redwineJPG.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one year ago, we came to this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so amazing to realize time really pass by so quickly, wait for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this one year, we made lots of decisions together, we laughed a lot, sometimes cry a bit (mostly because I watch sad movies, or read some touching novels), talked about future a lot, and supported each other always. We also made some wonderful trips together with some friends, to Okanagan Valley, and to San Francisco. Some people love to go for trips just with each other, but to me, I prefer go with a group of friends. The trip is always much more memorable with a group of friends, because my friends are so funny! hahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the one year anniversary with a red wine Shiraz (from Okanagan), and a piece of Tiramisu. The shiraz is really good. I always don't like shiraz but Jay loves it. I find that it has a dry taste. I prefer merlot or ice wine. But this shiraz is surprisingly smooth, and really smells good. We started at 9pm, and finished by 12. Actually, by 10am, I a bit gone. I am easily drunk with alcohol. There's one time at Shanghai, we whole group of friends go to a nice little restaurant/bar to have some drinks after dinner. We called some white wine and red wine. And then I happily drinking... and suddenly, I feel I needed to vomit. I told Jay I wanted to go to washroom (i a bit dizzy at then) but he didn't know waht I really meant is, I wanted him to carry me to washroom. hahaha... the washroom is just like 100 ft away, but I went blank and collapsed half way. Jay carry me back to our table, placed me on the sofa, and gun cheongly ask me, "oi oi, u ok?????" it was very very funny. hahahaa... but very strange loh, after I lie down for 5 minutes, i am back to conscious and I don't feel nausea or the need to go washroom. I sat up again and chat with friends. ahhaa.. of course, no more wine for me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to last night, after the red wine, we had a good night sleep. Don't know why leh? It seems to relax us and gives us a good night sleep til morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must plan another trip to Okanagan. This time, we have gotta buy wine in boxes!!! hahaha... it is cheaper over there and have so many selections!!!! Most of the shop, if you buy the wine, you don't have to pay for tasting. So, practically free tasting, i f not, just for small fee like 2-5 bucks per person. Last time we did that, after 3 shops, we were a bit "gone"... of course lah, each shop taste like 3-4 different wines... so the trip should last for 3-4 days if you really like wine. I think they are easily 50 winery at okanagan, or I could be wrong, it could be more! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7946042666132238646?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7946042666132238646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7946042666132238646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7946042666132238646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7946042666132238646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-O5CQx3YEINQ/Td_b4ZMs-FI/AAAAAAAABxo/cMs0-sECSf8/s72-c/photoredwine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5599147135987949212</id><published>2011-05-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:23:23.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>乱乱的</title><content type='html'>最近好多事情烦啊，搬家（跟新房东沟通，跟旧房东玩他妈的游戏）换地址，老公注册公司兼要开公司银行账号，换bc hydro名字到我们的名字，还要看住钱财。我们是去年的今天到温哥华的，所以很多东西都这个月或下个月到期，车保险啦，这个那个，还要留住一笔给新房子的第三笔deposit, 开公司咨询会计师的费用，哇.... 生活真的很柴米油盐！！之后还要搞租房的保险，还有自己俩的医疗CI保险（不怕一万只怕万一）。最近想太多了，连以后放骨灰/棺木的地地也买了，每个月供400，供7年。迟早要用的东西，以后更贵，我们还多买了一个位子，打算以后可以卖掉。这种投资的capital gain, 不用交税！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看，这样多烦心事，昨天就因为一点小事跟bui bui 吵架。也不是吵架，他对我大声了一句而已。昨天晚上和今早已经把他给教训了，要他跟我道歉。唉，两公婆，毕竟也不可能天天腻腻的。像他这样的脾气，竟然也会跟我大声！再有重犯他就知道！但是我自己也知道自己的语气也很差。我脾气真的很坏，就像美国的龙卷风，快来块去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么时候生活才能平静下来呢？乱乱的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5599147135987949212?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5599147135987949212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5599147135987949212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5599147135987949212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5599147135987949212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='乱乱的'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6693761064429531975</id><published>2011-05-20T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:01:25.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1741758947&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Reading this book now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how some books can soothe your mind... make you feel calm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book includes some real stories of how people deal with the loved ones who are dying, or are dead. Reading some of the stories brought me back to the time when I was losing my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the eldest daughter to my dad. Though he never explicitly admit, I think his love to me is more than to my siblings. I was the first who is born, first who went to university, first to drive him here and there, the first to seek his tutorial in Algebra when the first few algebra homeworks I brought home, I almost cried because I don't know how to make them work, the first who laugh at his pronounciation when he teach me single bond and double bond in chemistry, and first to make him proud in many things. Though it is certainly fair to say that my brother and sister do make him proud too, but I guess the feeling is never the same when you are the first. Of course, that includes the bad things too, the first to argue with him and broke his heart many times, which I regretted big time and is willing to do anything on earth, to take those moments back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also the first person I tell when I got admitted to my dreamed university, scored flying scores in university, obtained the Honors Rolls. I emailed him mostly for this kind of news, or I wrote him letters (yes, 15 years ago, writing letters is still a normal thing to do). After he was gone, my sister and I were cleaning his files, and I saw he kept those letters. I must have really made him proud. Or, he was keeping the letter and all the university receipts so he can throw this at me when I made him mad and screamed to me, "who gave you the life you having now huh?":)... I still remember he calculated and he told me I costs him 3 mercedez in my school fees! Wow... plus a Proton Iswara of course, the car he bought for me when I came back to work. Actually, I was not that into car that time. I was taking bus to go to work in KL, I don't remember I complaint about the commute to him, but he did it anyway. He loves me a lot. I didn't feel that way last time, but I certainly can see clearer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before he was sick, I remembered I called home to complaint something the china police station. Something they make so difficult to get me the residence paper. My dad was not home when I called. But he called me back to comfort me, that means a lot to me. He is always my hero. Though as he aged, I realized he is becoming more dependant on me in many things, but he was still a hero to me. Knowing I had a dad at home gives me hope in many things. And holding his hand crossing the busy streets buying newspaper, or buying fruits, makes me feel strong and yet at the same time feel protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whole life was busy planning for his students, and for us too. I just hope he could have stayed a few years longer, so we can be busy planning for him and mom too. Planning for their trip (though I did once, and that memory of inviting them and having them in Shanghai is still surreal now) could bring so much joy to me when I see his contented look. My dad is such a contented person. Every small things his students did for him, he will tell us how happy he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of his students, sometimes when he told me they celebrated his birthday, and bought him gifts, I will feel very jealous. I jealous because I didn't get to do these to him while his students who live daily around him can. I jealous they can bring him out for dinner while I can only give him a long distance call. I jealous they surprised him with the birthday cake while this job should have been my job. I jealous because he spent his birthday at Terengganu (he was a professor there) more than in KL, so even before I moved to Shanghai, I already didn't get to spend his BD that much on his real birth date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my dad still be here leh?:( Next month is Father's Day again. Yes, I use the word "again" because I really don't like this day. It makes my heart ache. Several days in the year always make my heart ache, Father's Day, Whole of June, July and August, and his birthday. And I really envy my friends who still have their dad. You guys do not know how lucky you are, so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him. I used to think he is at heaven. But now I don't believe in God, so the image of Heaven also not there anymore. And I feel so frustrated don't know what to believe where he is now. :( I kept some of his ashes in a small urn and placed it in my drawer. So I will always know he is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you daddy. A lot! And I will share this book with mom after I finished reading it. I hope it will bring her peace too. The pain of losing someone to death never goes away, we can only try to comprehend and embrace it with positive attitude. whoever says "time can wash away pain" is only trying to make you feel there is hope at the end of the tunnel. Time did not wash away pain. Or maybe there is not enough time I put in yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6693761064429531975?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6693761064429531975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6693761064429531975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6693761064429531975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6693761064429531975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2142247278219061979</id><published>2011-05-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:37:35.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After "Something Borrowed", here comes "Something Blue"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0312323867&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mentioned previously I finished reading Something Borrowed right? It was so good. I continue to buy the next book, "Something Blue". It is like the second episode after Something Borrowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading it on Kindle... and it only lasts me 2 days, sudah finished! Something Borrowed talks about Rachel. Something Blue is totally about Darcy. I really love the story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2142247278219061979?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2142247278219061979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2142247278219061979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2142247278219061979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2142247278219061979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/after-something-borrowed-here-comes.html' title='After &quot;Something Borrowed&quot;, here comes &quot;Something Blue&quot;'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8452879461898323752</id><published>2011-05-09T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:18:20.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling our dining table set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJv30g1TMQo/Tcgd09f7gEI/AAAAAAAABxk/b2ApMPlvj8c/s1600/5694636099_525edb725f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJv30g1TMQo/Tcgd09f7gEI/AAAAAAAABxk/b2ApMPlvj8c/s320/5694636099_525edb725f_b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This &lt;strike&gt;is&lt;/strike&gt; was our dining table set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually bought this set from our landlord 1 year ago when we moved in, because it was already there. The landlord said it was not used before (table lah), it was in a box, so we trusted him. I think it was new lah. Anyway, he sold the table to us at $150, 5 chairs at $200. Now I think back, is very expensive (on the chairs, the chairs was not that new, got scratches). No wonder we call him sikappang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving soon, and we have to get rid of it because our "new" home comes with an antique dining table set that the new landlord refused to move away, he says, "it is antique leh... u don't want?" When we said we really don't want because we have a set already, he implies he won't move it because it was too heavy to move... I find that ALL landlord is sikappang in this world... #$%!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, We have to sell this set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't know why, my ah be always got the $$ sense wrong. He don't know why&amp;nbsp;go and tell the new landlord we bought this whole set for $50!!!!! He sot plug already!!!!! The new landlord quickly found a buyer for us, said he jacked up the price to $100 for us. I was like "What? $100?!!!" Then the landlord (we called him old uncle) said, "your hubby said u bought with just $50, $100 no good deal??" I nearly fainted! I told old uncle there is no way I am selling this for less than $200. He said he will bet me I can't sell it for $200. I said, let me try first. That was Friday 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quickly finished dinner, I quickly clean the table, and arrange it nicely and took photographs and go online to post it to sell, that was 9pm. I sell it for $250. I figured out since I bought it with $350, $250 is a fair price to get rid of it. The table and chairs are very new still. As usual, we use things with care and our used stuffs are normally in great condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 min I posted it up, got a chinese woman called me want to view. I said sure. She said let's set it 11am next day, but she will call to confirm. Then there are few emails communicating about its availability. I see people very accurate one. I knew the chinese woman is not serious, so I clicked on the next email to schedule for them to come have a look, also 11am next day. They were a philippino couples who just moved to this part of the world. We&amp;nbsp; met them next day, they are very nice people. And, the deal is sealed. They transfer money to me, and arranged for pick up today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even last night, I still kept on receiving enquiries about this set via email. I guess I must have priced it too low :( what do you think? But we are glad we got rid of it... one less thing to worry about loh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel quite sad to have our "last" meal on this table last night... I am always full of emotion, even a cheap pen like kilometrico if I used it, and I lost it, I will feel very sad. So imagine saying good bye to this table and chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:we actually saw this exact table over the weekend at some other store. It was on sale, and it was selling at $399, just the table alone! And even that, I think our table looks more leng chai than the one at store, don't know why? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8452879461898323752?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8452879461898323752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8452879461898323752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8452879461898323752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8452879461898323752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/selling-our-dining-table-set.html' title='Selling our dining table set'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-DJv30g1TMQo/Tcgd09f7gEI/AAAAAAAABxk/b2ApMPlvj8c/s72-c/5694636099_525edb725f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2321066358225450059</id><published>2011-05-06T13:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:14:01.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>I just finished this book, "Trapped". First time I read books they have the reviewed version, and the uncut version. By the time I finished the story on reviewed version, my head damn pening with all the violent scenes in the book, and sick psychopath thingy in the book. I definitely won't read the uncut version again loh, unless they highlighted where are the changes. so far I flipped flipped, the only changes I saw was the ending. The uncut version, got one chi xin lo still survived, where as the reviewed version, every bad persons is dead. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this book, 7 out of 10. It's toooooo violent... all the eating cannibals, and torture scenes are too much to visualized. But this is a perfect story for movie along the same lime as "I know what you did last summer", something like that. Or "Scream", those kind lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I bought the kindle version, is only US$3.00, vs $12 something if you bought the book. I love my kindle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1453806024&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2321066358225450059?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2321066358225450059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2321066358225450059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2321066358225450059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2321066358225450059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7170921809435755157</id><published>2011-05-04T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:14:59.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing one, from the four</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was still half sleeping and half awake, and I was trying to put back some of the dried plates and cups back to the cupboard, and then suddenly, "piang", I "retired" one of my favorite plate in the kitchen. The plate splattered into hundred pieces... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;落地开花！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That set of plates, is really my favorite. I bought them when I was still attending university here, I think that was in 1995 when I bought it. And then, after I graduated, I packed them nicely and bring them home with me to KL, in the luggage. And when Jay and I relocated to Shanghai, I, again, packed them nicely and brought them to shanghai, in the luggage again. And now, we are in Vancouver, I packed them and shipped them over here all the way from Shanghai. It has been with me for the past 16 years! The set has 4 big plates, 4 small plates, 4 bowls, 1 big bowl, and they are in white! They are from Cornelle. I love it because it is light, white, easy to clean, and is very user friendly. Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I destroyed one of the small plate, the set is incomplete liao :( I feel bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Never, ever try to re-organize your plates back to the cupboard when you are still half asleep and wearing the bulky nightwear (in winter mah)! The plate was dragged to the floor because of my bulky nightwear lah. Silly me..... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7170921809435755157?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7170921809435755157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7170921809435755157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7170921809435755157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7170921809435755157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/missing-one-from-four.html' title='Missing one, from the four'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4483945235776102360</id><published>2011-05-01T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:04:36.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think the advertisement in Canada is very lurn si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their rules allow direct comparison (with name and logo mentioned) over an advertisement/tv commercial. It's very direct, totally not subtle. Very bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now I watch tv, Iphone has a new tv commercial, the main message is, "if you don't have an iPhone, well.... you don't have an iPhone". This tv commercial line is so bold, I am loving it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my iPhone =) By the time my 3 years&amp;nbsp;phone contract is over, it should be iPhone 5 or possible iPhone 6 era already. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4483945235776102360?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4483945235776102360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4483945235776102360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4483945235776102360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4483945235776102360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/05/iphone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6640777992277819405</id><published>2011-04-29T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:44:43.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Sale</title><content type='html'>I realized the older I get, the more I resemble my mom - loving books so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before my office is just next to the vancouver central library right? Well, today I walked past it and there's the books sale (where they sell the old books that the library has... sort of like getting rid of the old inventory and make room for new books). The books are reasonably priced I will say. Most are selling as $2.50. some paperpack is only $0.75. DVD/CD is $2.50 each. I paid $10.75 for 5 books. Not bad... er... but I have over spent my book expense this month. I think I have spent like $52 this month (including e-books from Amazon), and I have only budgeted $20 per month.... oh boy oh boy.... should I reset my budget for books per month? I realized my hunger is getting stronger and stronger each month. HOW???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;bought 5 books.... aiyoh... if not because i can't carry it back, I would have bought more. They dont even provide plastic bags. Yiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinking of going back again... should I?:p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought one book that look as if it is new, it is The Age of Turbulence by Alan Greenspan (about U.S. economy)!! And that's the reason I buy it actually. Hahahaha... the other 4 books are relating to tax in Canada. I realized I am very into the tax details (and trust me, the canada tax system is the most complicated tax system I have seen so far!), I want to learn more... and there are so much to learn, we are suh a newbie to the tax system here!! And because the information is so vast, accountants is not much use in this sense, because they can't remind us and warn us on everything. Best is I know everything myself. Ganbatte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a wonderful weather out there. I am going out for another walk~:) Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6640777992277819405?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6640777992277819405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6640777992277819405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6640777992277819405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6640777992277819405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/books-sale.html' title='Books Sale'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-544337200773631566</id><published>2011-04-26T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:39:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and Naive and Stupid days</title><content type='html'>I am reading this book "Something Borrowed" by Emily Giffin. I am loving the story! hehehe.... I have a sick crave for story that has&amp;nbsp;a sick turn (sleeping with best friend's fiancee). I know I know.. sometimes I am sick:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0312321198&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;So, if unknowingly you have been falling in love with your college friend whom you know for so many years, but you didn't know you got feelings to him and he got feelings in you, and you introduced him to your best friend, and they are now engaged and the big day is 3 months away, and you were drunk and you slept with him "accidentally" first time. But then you guys still keep msg each other, email each other, and he keeps on seeing you (and hook up "genuinely" this time) without your bossy best friend knowing it, will you still allow all these to happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know... It is morally incorrect but Moral seems grey in color in love, don't you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young (very young) and naive, I have similar encounter. No, I do not have a best friend who is getting married and whose fiancee is in love with me and whom I hooked up with during one drunk night, my story is simpler. But I have a colleague whom he claimed his love with his gf has been dying and drying and he is considering getting out of it. I had good feeling towards this guy, and although it is wrong, I secretly wish their romance will end soon because I can sense that he has good feeling towards me too. So, on the night of the Valentine's Day, he called me, and he told me they were through. I was having a mixed feeling that time, I mean it is so cruel to end a relationship on the V-day, and yet, I was happy that this means that there is nothing come between us anymore. I was thrilled at the thought, at the opportunity. But well, turns out that our "romance" was only alive for few months. I got my karma that I deserved (at least that was what I felt that time, and still think so even at today), he ditched me for another girl (but he denied there's someone else even though my spy already confirm with me there is this girl there. I wonder did he deny my existence on the last V-day to the poor ex). And instead of cruel-ly break up with me on a Valentine's Day (then it will be the exact karma, haha), he didn't have the guts to break up with me face-to-face, instead he chose to break up with me over the phone!!!! OMG, til this date, I still hate his tikus-ness. Anyway, I have overed him for many years liao lah, when I think back, I will laugh at my naiveness and stupidness, and feel sorry for the bad karma that got back to me. This kind of guy, will repeat his unfaithfulness till don't know what age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I scold my bui bui also. I said, "how come u don't make the "meeting me" happened earlier to save me the trouble of being heart broken by some asshole or me breaking heart of some poor soul? Can't you appear sooner so we can save all these trouble?".&amp;nbsp; Bui bui will look at me "cluelessly". hahahaha... I just love my bui bui:) He is really my soulmate:) And he is really the one. I knew that he is the ONE the seconds I agree to be his gf:)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh-hemm.... wanted to introduce a book to you jeh... how come I blurted my history out?! well well well... those were the days, the young and naive and stupid days... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-544337200773631566?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/544337200773631566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=544337200773631566&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/544337200773631566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/544337200773631566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/young-and-naive-and-stupid-days.html' title='Young and Naive and Stupid days'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1867557561832682054</id><published>2011-04-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:53:17.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay-butt man</title><content type='html'>What do you think of guys walking with the butt giap tight tight and shaking left to right and right to left, and wear a pants that is too tight for his meaty butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is sooo gay............................. but he is not. And this contradiction kills me! Or maybe he is, or maybe he is bi-sexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no issue with gay, I have few great friends they are gay and we get along fine, and my best friend is a gay. But I cannot tahan this freaking gay-butt man in my company!!!!!! I want to puke when I see him walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1867557561832682054?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1867557561832682054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1867557561832682054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1867557561832682054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1867557561832682054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/gay-butt-man.html' title='gay-butt man'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-29381509034995085</id><published>2011-04-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:57:43.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hatred towards left turn</title><content type='html'>I managed to drive Jay to airport, and drove myself home on Friday. Very proud of myself. Maybe some of you might be curious, "you have been driving so many years in KL like a mad woman, and you afraid of driving here??"... You guys just don't understand some traffic rule here is so annoying... like left turning, you can turn on green light if no opponent car is coming. If there are cars, then u have to move forward cross the pedestrian line to wait to turn at ORANGE light. And if you not managing well, like if u happened to be day dreaming at that split second of green turning orange and orange turning red, then you are SCREWED! By screwed, I mean you will be cursed by the pedestrian crossing road because your car is in their way, and if your car is too in front, you pose threat to the traffic on left and right side. I tell you, I hate road with left turn signal. And if you want to go straight, but your fellow drivers in front want to turn and there are million of opponent cars, and he has to stop for his turn, then you KENA!! You will be trapped in the line (you want to go straight), you tried to give signal to come out of the line? Good luck to you, because if there are cars on the next lane, just by giving signal, they think you are trying to threat them and they will hon you. I HATE THE DRIVERS here!!!!!!! They are so tikus!!!!!!!!! I want to kill them sometimes. HUH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jay before... if the destination is all the way straight and consists of right turning only, then I will drive. But I cannot drive there alone, because what ever right turn I made on the way there, on the way coming back, sure terbalik one, meaning there will be left turn. And thus, I cannot, and I won't drive. hahahha... Jay also very sayang me, sometimes I see him tired, I offered to drive, he will say, "That's alright, I can handle it... I don't want you to stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so glad I can take skytrain to go to work and no need to drive. Asking me to drive to downtown is worse than asking me to drive in KL for traffic jam and under the massive heat. I hate the road to downtown, there are many potential left turns!!! And there are only 2 lanes, u either go on the left, posing threats to be blocked by people want to turn left, or you go on the right lane, where there are so many BIG HOLES caused by big trucks here. (And you think the hole caused by big lori only happened in Malaysia? haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me... why this country make the left turn rule so like hell????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-29381509034995085?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/29381509034995085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=29381509034995085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/29381509034995085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/29381509034995085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hatred-towards-left-turn.html' title='My hatred towards left turn'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8420447235378231990</id><published>2011-04-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:11:14.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is an off day, Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite yum gong also, work for so many months since Jan 1, only get this second holiday for a day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time work in Shanghai, kept complaining Shanghai has no holiday. Well, wait til u work at this side of the world, then only you know what does "no holiday" really mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really MISS Shanghai life~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do this Good Friday? Watch TV alone at home loh... so bored, and bui bui will be at KL already that time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Shanghai Gang friends too... over here, is not easy to find&amp;nbsp;friends who can click with me. Not like the gang in Shanghai, all crazy and same frequency as me... here.. so far have not found a close-matched frequency species yet. Where The Hell Are You???!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my close friend here said to me, "why don't you go to church? Then you will meet more people there." What? Is it a trade? For me to have more friends, I have to fake fake go church even though I no longer believe if He is there at all or not?? You gotta be kidding me. 听了就反感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8420447235378231990?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8420447235378231990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8420447235378231990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8420447235378231990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8420447235378231990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5284771511262919417</id><published>2011-04-20T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:59:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils at night...</title><content type='html'>Last night at 9pm:&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "... Honey... do you want to share half a donut with me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " no thank you. Stop tempting me.... I am very fat already..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "you sure you don't want to gandiao that donut now? It might not taste as good tomorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "no thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stay away from snacking at night, with bui bui keeps tempting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, at 10pm:&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "I really want to drink that tomyam soup now.... with an egg, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I not that hungry wor..."&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "come on, it is just soup... water.. liquid.... nothing else."&lt;br /&gt;Me, ".... ok......." (my weak soul gave in.... again....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start my teeth brushing schedule&amp;nbsp;at 9pm already, like that he won't be able to tempt me to eat again after that. I am the type of person won't brush teeth for more than 1 time at night nor will I go to bed with the unbrushed teeth (which bui bui tempted me to do many many times).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5284771511262919417?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5284771511262919417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5284771511262919417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5284771511262919417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5284771511262919417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/devils-at-night.html' title='Devils at night...'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5281259002157796326</id><published>2011-04-19T11:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:08:54.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep</title><content type='html'>From a scene in the movie Legion, "You gave Him what he asked. I gave Him what he needed. That is the difference".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so... don't know how to describe... deep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5281259002157796326?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5281259002157796326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5281259002157796326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5281259002157796326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5281259002157796326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/deep.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-9116104864838570830</id><published>2011-04-18T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:01:05.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>downtown event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maR7UUwUWho/TayYKAgOkdI/AAAAAAAABxg/ZeMCwMCEADE/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maR7UUwUWho/TayYKAgOkdI/AAAAAAAABxg/ZeMCwMCEADE/s320/photo2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went downtown for dimsum over the weekend. And saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was windy, cold, and they are in "skirt"... pity them leh... and&amp;nbsp;some of them are older age. aiyoh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-9116104864838570830?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/9116104864838570830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=9116104864838570830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/9116104864838570830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/9116104864838570830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/downtown-event.html' title='downtown event'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-maR7UUwUWho/TayYKAgOkdI/AAAAAAAABxg/ZeMCwMCEADE/s72-c/photo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7493871762322085706</id><published>2011-04-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:56:43.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bui Bui</title><content type='html'>My bui bui is going back to KL to do something. This means, I am left alone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a week, but I feel so 不舍得. I will miss him terribly in that one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I have become so dependant on him? I really don't like it this way... But, how to change ah? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7493871762322085706?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7493871762322085706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7493871762322085706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7493871762322085706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7493871762322085706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/bui-bui.html' title='Bui Bui'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7208951067836598849</id><published>2011-04-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:20:14.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic toothbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAtu9IYXVEM/TaM2r3c6I9I/AAAAAAAABxc/-LA-pjL2rDo/s1600/Oral-B-Vitality-Dual-Clean-Rechargeable-Electric-Toothbrush1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAtu9IYXVEM/TaM2r3c6I9I/AAAAAAAABxc/-LA-pjL2rDo/s1600/Oral-B-Vitality-Dual-Clean-Rechargeable-Electric-Toothbrush1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, I went for tooth-scaling. It's covered under my company's healthcare insurance. So, I am happy. It is just that the plague was quite hard on my front lower teeth (always like that) and when the dentist did the cleaning I was feeling very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went home, think for 2 days, and I bought this Oral B electronic toothbrush. First time I am using electronic toothbrush. And I forgot everything with "electronic" I ought to recharge it before first use. So, I excitedly prepare to brush my teeth with this toothbrush on first night, tak jadi because no electric. Yiu... I have to continue my excitement on day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I feel about this after using it? I think the vibration is a bit too strong... i didn't expect this... so, it comes in a surprised to me. I go deh my bui, and he said, "u lah... figure small small but always like to use big big things... then how? if you don't want to use, I use ge lah"...&amp;nbsp; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use electronic toothbrush? Do you have my same concern? It vibrates at that speed, won't it make our teeth loose?? Advice is needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7208951067836598849?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7208951067836598849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7208951067836598849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7208951067836598849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7208951067836598849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/electronic-toothbrush.html' title='Electronic toothbrush'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-AAtu9IYXVEM/TaM2r3c6I9I/AAAAAAAABxc/-LA-pjL2rDo/s72-c/Oral-B-Vitality-Dual-Clean-Rechargeable-Electric-Toothbrush1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-5083203361203941666</id><published>2011-04-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:49:34.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>蜗居2鲜花朵朵</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ygC0QuEVZ0/TZ9y6ruYoVI/AAAAAAAABxY/rURFC5-uqdM/s1600/346bd85c7bc8b212faf2c0e7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ygC0QuEVZ0/TZ9y6ruYoVI/AAAAAAAABxY/rURFC5-uqdM/s320/346bd85c7bc8b212faf2c0e7.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;我最近天天在追看“蜗居2鲜花朵朵”。主要是因为有海清（剧里头的三朵），实在喜欢看她拍戏。第一次看她的戏还是妈妈介绍的“双面胶”。好看得不得了！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你有7个女儿（就像戏里），每个女儿性格都不一样，都有不同的故事，那你做父母的，肯定也像戏中的他们一样瞎操心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里面有一对词，是匡三黑（爸爸）说的，“你就算到了80岁，我一样是你父亲，一样有权利管你！”听着觉得有一点熟悉，不就是我妈妈曾经说过我的吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得戏里三朵的老情人，如果能够挑个英俊潇洒像RAIN这样的男人来演就完美了。他们选的这个男人，很老了！！很uncle的感觉。看多了很没劲！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-5083203361203941666?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/5083203361203941666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=5083203361203941666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5083203361203941666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/5083203361203941666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/2.html' title='蜗居2鲜花朵朵'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/--ygC0QuEVZ0/TZ9y6ruYoVI/AAAAAAAABxY/rURFC5-uqdM/s72-c/346bd85c7bc8b212faf2c0e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7914061143025626113</id><published>2011-04-06T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:33:49.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bui</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think my bui bui is not from earth... he is very "unique"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like he cannot pronounce fish in mandarin as yu. He will pronounce as yee... so I ngeh ngeh go trained his mouth shape... but he seems to have difficulty to make the yu sound... he said it is his tooth problem. I don't think so loh. I think he never used that part of the mouth muscle for this yu sound... so weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, he sometimes have certain questions that will shock u. Incident as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "babe, how do we know this month has 30 days or 31 days?? I always confused"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " -_-", you mean you never learn this when you are young???????" (my mind memang has lots of question&amp;nbsp; marks at that time!)&lt;br /&gt;Bui Buim "Oh you mean there is a way to remember this? Teach me teach me!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "-_-"... hold up your fist.. count the nuckles... the one pops up is 31 days, the one went in is 30 days. And July and August has the same repeated nuckles so they have 31 days"&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, counting on his fist's nuckles... when he counted July, August, instead of terbalik the sequence, he went back to the first nuckle again, whcih make Sept has 31 days.."&lt;br /&gt;Me, almost blown up with impatient, "AIYOH!!!!! LOOK AT ME! I ONLY DO IT ONE TIME FOR U AH!"&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, like a kindergarten student, look at me interestingly when I teach him how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my be is like that one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here comes his next question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bui Bui, "How do you know the Feb has 28 days or 29 days?"&lt;br /&gt;Me... memang bengam liao... "AIYOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT LAH YOU!!!!!!! DIVIDE THAT YEAR BY 4, IF CAN DIVIDE TOTALLY MEANS 29, IF CANNOT, MEANS 28 DAYS LAH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I memang no patient liao that time, I went to kick his ass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. but I still love him. Maybe kena bomoh liao -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7914061143025626113?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7914061143025626113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7914061143025626113&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7914061143025626113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7914061143025626113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-bui.html' title='My Bui'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2289784920172680645</id><published>2011-03-31T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:17:47.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kindle is here!</title><content type='html'>Yup... happy:) It is recharging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know the package (i asked it to send to my office), was left unattended outside the office door when I come back from doing banking, i was shocked. Normally office always have orang one. Just that I saw the account there says the delivery should be arriving tomorrow, so I go out do banking, leaving SGL alone in teh office, but then, how I know he go eat snake while I gone leh? So, the delivery came, no one here, and he gou dam sei leave the package outside the door unattanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a complaint email to amazon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This is my first experience with Amazon.com, I am very pleased I received the order within 2 days, but I am surprised that my delivery was placed outside the door, unattended. I don't think it was signed by anyone, and I am very upset that this happened. What if my package get lost? Who is going to bear the cost of replacement? If Amazon.com is going to bear this cost, then you guys are risk losing money, or higher cost is passed on to us the consumers because of this, which is bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I hope if there is any future orders from me, please make sure the delivery was received with a signature instead of just left unattended outside the door. And under my tracking history, I see that there was a remark "Delivery attempted. Signature is required to complete delivery. Please see carrier notice for next delivery attempt or contact the carrier" on March 31st, 10:26am. I was in the whole morning but there was no delivery, so I don't know where is that comment coming from. And then somehow, the delivery was completed at 2.14pm, package left unattended outside the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Hope to have better shopping experience with Amazon.com next round. As your CEO Jeff Bezos said in an interview with Charlie Rose, customer experience is very important, and it is a total package. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within half an hour, they wrote back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Thanks for letting us know your package arrived safely! I hope you enjoy your kindle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A signature is typically required for packages where the total value is more than $700. A signature may still be required for a package where the total value is less than $700; it's up to the driver's discretion. We can't instruct the shipping companies how or when to leave packages at a shipping address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A shipper may also require a signature if the package is delivered to an apartment, condominium, or business complex, or if the driver feels there isn't a safe place to leave the package at the delivery address. If you won't be home when you expect the delivery, you might want to leave a note asking the driver to leave the package with a neighbor or building manager. Otherwise, it may be easier to have the package delivered to your business address instead.Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'm also forwarding your feedback about UPS International to our shipping department, I know they'll want to hear about your experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;We're aware that our choice of delivery services reflects on our business as a whole, and we appreciate your feedback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;We hope to see you again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Like that also can??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am way too happy to have my kindle so I am not going to make a big fuss on this issue... This is Canada, anything can happen. Like that also can. I am also very speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delivery company is UPS. I ain't using it for important document delivery in the future, ever. I find that this UPS service is equivalent to our POS MALAYSIA service. You at the premise but then they said they delivered and u not there (their so called first attempt).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2289784920172680645?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2289784920172680645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2289784920172680645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2289784920172680645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2289784920172680645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-kindle-is-here.html' title='My Kindle is here!'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4627837666381797301</id><published>2011-03-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:59:30.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new pet'/><title type='text'>Kindle 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002Y27P3M&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am so excited! After thinking for many months, I have decided to put through the order for a Kindle 3 last night! Still feel very ng dai just because I am in Canada, the free shipping deal does not apply (free shipping is only applicable in USA.. USA people, ni jiu hao ler...). Sometimes it makes me want to scream. Canada is lousy! And no wonder the e business here is so poor. I want to move to USA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ordered a wifi version only and without 3G. I figured out I don't travel that much anyway, wifi is good enough. I also ordered a casing that comes with portable light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo.... I am so excited!! I have waited this for so long... no more carry heavy books to read until shoulder pain. hooray~~~~ ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was debating want to buy or not last night, seeing the handling charges and import duties fees on top of the product cost makes me ngam ngam cham cham whole night, then Jay said, "Honey, just buy lah... I see you wanting this product for so many months liao. I know you are real this time. Just go ahead and click "accept the order" and wait for its delivery!"... wah... my babe is so nice... I am so touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now have to wait patiently loh... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1439192561&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And last night, I finished Stephen King's "Full Darks No Star", finally. I&amp;nbsp;renewed the book again last week because of its big size and heavy weight,&amp;nbsp;I cannot carry it to work and read it while I was commuting and this really upset me and created longer time to finish the book. Sometimes I read some part very suspending, but I cannot finish fast and have to wait next day when I am at home then only can read, and this is killing me! Anyway, I can return this book today liao. The stories are&amp;nbsp;good!:) Love it. Bravo!!&amp;nbsp;The first story 1922 is my favorite, although I like the idea of "Fair Extension" too. hahaha... Anyways.... this is the first of his book that I read. I want to read more. I like his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... does that mean I won't get to utilize the public library here that much next time? ... don't know why, this idea saddened me a bit... But well, I will get used to it!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4627837666381797301?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4627837666381797301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4627837666381797301&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4627837666381797301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4627837666381797301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/kindle-3.html' title='Kindle 3'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8871768186733841575</id><published>2011-03-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:37:03.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2011</title><content type='html'>Was excited about Earth Hour this year, because this is the first year I am actually doing it (last few years, forgot, or was outside makan-ing). When it was at 8pm, I told bui bui I am gonna switch off the light in half an hour time so he had better finished off his work with his laptop soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 8.30pm, I lighted up a candle, and switch off all the lights at house. Bui Bui tried to continue his work at his laptop but fail to do so because there just isn't enough light to enable him to see and type. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.32pm... &lt;br /&gt;bui bui, "babe... how long this gonna take?" &lt;br /&gt;me:"an hour" &lt;br /&gt;bui:"what?? waht are we gonna do?? can we watch tv?" &lt;br /&gt;me:"I am very mercy at you already to let your laptop still running. No TV" &lt;br /&gt;bui"...."&lt;br /&gt;me"we should face the wall, and think of all the bad things we did to earth and repent" &lt;br /&gt;bui bui" hah??? no need le gua.. it ain't me who build the nuclear plant". &lt;br /&gt;Me"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45pm... (after looking out the balcony, and seeing lots of people actually did not participate and lights are on as usual")&lt;br /&gt;Bui bui, "how come they lights on? Babe.. let's just forget about it lah... maybe it is not today"&lt;br /&gt;me"the last I checked, it is today!! March 26th er mah"&lt;br /&gt;bui bui "...."&lt;br /&gt;bui bui ".... ok... I think i want to pangsai... since nothing to do...."&lt;br /&gt;me"...." (and he really went bangsai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:55pm...&lt;br /&gt;bui bui," can we have a living room lights on so I can type?"&lt;br /&gt;me "...."&lt;br /&gt;feeling so discouraged.... i turned on the whole house lights... and&amp;nbsp; i watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our earth hour only executed for 25minutes.But I guess if you are cautious about energy savings in your daily life, then everyday is an earth hour. Right? haha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8871768186733841575?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8871768186733841575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8871768186733841575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8871768186733841575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8871768186733841575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour-2011.html' title='Earth Hour 2011'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7909581632579458318</id><published>2011-03-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:49:50.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>新水浒传</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMFp0AsHFoQ/TZC14v2q5dI/AAAAAAAABxU/8jJG89z8nzM/s1600/ae2ca3a27fb855457131c9cb4618e49d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMFp0AsHFoQ/TZC14v2q5dI/AAAAAAAABxU/8jJG89z8nzM/s1600/ae2ca3a27fb855457131c9cb4618e49d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;全集86集，昨天终于看完了《新水浒传》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是一个喜欢看打架戏的人，但是bui bui 超爱看，他求了我很久，跟他一起看。我就勉为其难咯，看就看呗。怎么知道，一看就不可收拾。实在是太好看了！！非常喜欢宋江这个角色。还跟bui bui 讲，如果现实生活中给我在你之前遇到他，我肯定跟定他!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个故事的结尾是个悲剧，我和bui bui竟然在最后一集都哭了！！！兄弟之情着实感动！！令人感叹以前的皇帝真的是非常不精明！奸人的话当真，忠义之人却被陷害！实在令人发指！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧集里面有很多美女哦：）虽然多数都是淫妇的角色，除了最后的师师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了松江，还有一人的角色我喜欢，就是小乙：）接下来是铁牛。就是因为铁牛，我和bui bui 都有一个新花名。我们会在生气的时候叫对方“你这厮！”。铁牛因为常常惹怒宋江而被宋江叫“黑厮”（铁牛很黑实，是个老实人，衰冲动），不知道为什么，听了着实亲切。呵呵！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;强力推荐受中文教育的朋友们去看着一部剧！真得很值得看。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7909581632579458318?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7909581632579458318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7909581632579458318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7909581632579458318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7909581632579458318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='新水浒传'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-DMFp0AsHFoQ/TZC14v2q5dI/AAAAAAAABxU/8jJG89z8nzM/s72-c/ae2ca3a27fb855457131c9cb4618e49d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-9171355015882420720</id><published>2011-03-25T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:07:13.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye examination</title><content type='html'>In KL, if I finished my contact lenses and buy another 6 months supplies, I can get free eye examination. Over here, the examination is an extra charge, CAD$75 (cheapest I can find, got one bird store, the bad attitude barbie girl told me they charge $135). What a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my suspicion that my power has gone up, I have no choice but to have my eye sight check. Don't want to buy 6 months supplies of contact lenses with the wrong power right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My power has gone up by 25 each side. :( Hate it!!! And I also asked the doctor, "how about the 闪光?" (some more my cantonese so funny, i pronouced as shan-gong instead of sim-gong, the serious looking doc laughed at me some more). He said no, I don't have. I said, I used to have. Then he replied, "well.. sometimes as you aged, it goes away".... -_-"&amp;nbsp; Blardy hell u... I very old meh??!!! First time in history people say I aged!!! I damn bu-shuang!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Don't know should I happy for not having the sim-gong, or sad, for gettting rid of it because I "aged"... Yiu!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-9171355015882420720?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/9171355015882420720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=9171355015882420720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/9171355015882420720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/9171355015882420720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-examination.html' title='Eye examination'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2798744209358545580</id><published>2011-03-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:22:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognize me by my ring</title><content type='html'>If Vancouver has earthquake, or tsunami, on a weekday 9-6pm, what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of the buildings in Vancouver is not meant to withstand earthquake. I can tell u for sure. And 80% of the buildings are so near the water too (False Creek is one of them). So, if got earthquake or tsunami, we most likely cannot survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Jay, if that happens, and if I am working at downtown that time, sure die. No need to sai hei to come find me. Just accept it. And after they digged out the broken pieces of bodies, come recognize me by my ring (if my fingers still intact). Nah, open eyes big big ah, my rings look like this ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay was very sad when he hear I say that. I said, say now better then never, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him he has to remember me for at least 3 years. If he wants to remarry, do it on 4th year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, say also feel very sad... but well... I rather I die then he die seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best is, die together. Nobody cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2798744209358545580?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2798744209358545580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2798744209358545580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2798744209358545580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2798744209358545580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/recognize-me-by-my-ring.html' title='Recognize me by my ring'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2612330248232580626</id><published>2011-03-23T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:46:12.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>It is Earth Hour this Saturday 8.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to switch off all the lights and light up a candle at home on that day. hehehe... romantic mah.... and I have got the candles ready liao. I really love candles (that has nice smell). Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been cautious about not wasting electricity and energy. And I trained my babe too. Sometimes he went into the kitchen do something, came out, and still leave the kitchen light on. I will scream at him, "Anybody inside the kitchen??? Why lights on?? Who ah? Who??". So nowadays, he is very good at switching lights off already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my office co-worker, the SGL,&amp;nbsp; loves to turn on every single lights inside his room, and he go for lunch, appointment and only come back several hours later. I see also heartache. Soemtiems, I don't know why, he even called me on the phone, "D, I just left my house and will be in office soon. Do you mind to go to my room to switch on my lights?"... I feel like screaming back to him "I MIND!!! YOU ARE WASTING ENERGY!!!" But of course, I have to put on a mask, say, "sure, no problem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste the energy and waste the electricity bill for something you do not consume??? I cannot understand. And these people ah, can't they see how sick is our earth already? Still want to blindly waste energy like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, next time when u not in any room, please, please, switch off all the lights and tv and all that. We really need to be careful of the energy on earth... nothing stays forever, and energy does not come free. It comes at expenses and sacrifices to the nature.&amp;nbsp; Look at what the nuclear plants have done to Japan? The effect won't just stays&amp;nbsp;in Japan. It is a worldwide effect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2612330248232580626?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2612330248232580626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2612330248232580626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2612330248232580626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2612330248232580626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3412988329166399226</id><published>2011-03-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:19:25.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny evening</title><content type='html'>Listening to Trijntje Oosterhuis album now (bought on itune.. loving it!), under the warm sunny afternoon with my office bathing under the sun shining through the window. Time now is 5.20pm. Boss has gone to Whistler for a week with his family. But he yesterday very guai sue loh, he called around this time 5.20pm to gei gei asked me some question. I ain't stupid lah, he wants to spot check me did I stay til last minute or not er mah. Yiu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time when I was also once a boss, if my staff finished thier work, I let them go home one. Coz sometimes u work overtime company also never pay u extra ge lah... so when u free, can't u go home earlier? This kind of mindset so difficult to sit in most bosses brain ge meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down now.... 5.22pm now... 8 more minutes... Yiu! Wish he skii and sprain ankle. muahahaha.... me very bad. But who is bad-er huh?!!! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool... cool.... cool..... 5.23pm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3412988329166399226?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3412988329166399226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3412988329166399226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3412988329166399226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3412988329166399226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-evening.html' title='Sunny evening'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8645800556792143998</id><published>2011-03-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:18:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sunny day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was officially the first day of Spring. Surprisingly enough, it did feel like spring yesterday. The weather was perfect, sunny, no wind, clear blue sky until can see the snow on the mountain's peak. The feeling is just so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to walk walk on Kitsilano area. So nice lah the feeling.... it was still a bit chilly with the occasional wind blowing, but other than that, cannot complaint much. Everything seems so nice. We had a nice thai food on Yew St and 1st W Ave, it was by a hongkie, he chatted with us and asked us when did we come to vancouver. It is nice to be chatty sometimes, and yesterday was one of those days:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to walk walk on the street, went into some specialy stores there, very very peaceful feeling lah the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, was raining already. Cloudy, can't see mountain. It was like yesterday was a dream, did not exist at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to summer. Please come faster!!!! I need you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8645800556792143998?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8645800556792143998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8645800556792143998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8645800556792143998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8645800556792143998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-sunny-day.html' title='One sunny day'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6703710246645012604</id><published>2011-03-15T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:58:10.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><title type='text'>Strong Arms</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, dozed off in front of tv and when Jay tried to wake me up but to no avail, he carried me with his 2 strong arms into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was still half asleep that time, I still remember this&amp;nbsp;familiar feeling... the feeling of being carried by strong arms and know that you are safe with it, and the weightless feeling during the journey from sofa to bedroom is very "nice"... if you know waht I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we (me, my little brother, and my little sister) were small kids, during one period of 'crazy time', we always exhausted all our energy during the day time, and thus sometimes before the bed time, we were all dozed off on the sofa. And, trying to wake up 3 impatient kids who were sleeping is a crazy idea, ask my mom and she will tell you "No No No". So, our dad will carry us one by one upstairs to our bed. Remind you, there are 3 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has to make 3 rounds. He always picked up my sister first. smallest gua... then my brother... then me... 3 of us sleep in 1 bedroom that time.&amp;nbsp; When we were all being carried upstairs and placed softly on our bed, we will open our eyes and have a small giggle, coz we were awake already actually before dad carries us. But we just like the feeling of being carried so we continue to pretend to&amp;nbsp;be asleep, 3 of us!!! We were very gan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being carried by our dad is very safe, very protected, and very "nice". His arms were strong... and he has no complaint at all, carry all 3 of us making 3 trips up and down the stairs. My bui bui, he will comlpain one, "wah.. since when you so heavy liao!" Slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days... I miss my dad. Who says time can minimize pain? Sometimes when I was taking the skytrain and have nothing to do, and when my mind wanders off to "dangerous zone" - missing my dad, I still cannot help but cried. I wonder did I have a depression??? I don't know why I can't let go of him, even though I perfectly understand 生老病死 is an unbreakable cycle for all of us. I guess I still could not understand the cause and cannot digest the process. And also absorbing full regretness of not arriving one day earlier to be able to talk to him one last time. And I am also taking full regret on continueing my stupid lousy not-worth&amp;nbsp;job at Shanghai that time, instead of quitting the job and go back to KL to be beside him, I guess I believed totally what the doctor said, that if he is on chemo, his lifespan can last 1 more year. I thought I can decide whether to quit job or not by the time he started his chemo, to see how was his condition. BUT no, he didn't even get to that part. I guess this is what I cannot let go. I thought and I thought and I thought, I was so stupid. I thought I have the whole situation under my control. I am such a stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do people go after they die??? Sometimes I really miss him, I hope I can go to those people and ask him/her to connect us to talk. Do you think those people can do this job??? I really have lots of crazy thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read the news, a 70-year-old woman was found alive, after 4 days of the earthquake/tsunami. I will think, why some people so difficult to die, and some people so easy to die? Who chooses who to get grabbed by the waves and went missing, and who decides who can stay on the floating roof for 4 days and get rescued?? I am sooo frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also thought, the beggers I always saw sitting at the same spot, asking money, they have meaningless life. Why they not die??? But my dad, who was still contributing greatly to the society and to the country even at his retirement age, why is he get strucked by this fatal illness?? And the ironic thing is, he was not killed by the fatal illness, he was killed by the pneumonia he developed after&amp;nbsp;the surgery, and then slowly, most of his internal organ went malfunction, liver, stomach, and I don't know what else because he wasn't able to talk because they put tubes through his nose, throat for him to breath. Thanks to the brilliant doctoer we have in Malaysia, they did not tell us after they did this, he won't be concious, he is as good as dead. Brilliant doctor, you guys are so brilliant. Hope you all have a great life in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a moody condition right now, I think I had better stop writing and go out get some fresh air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6703710246645012604?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6703710246645012604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6703710246645012604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6703710246645012604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6703710246645012604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/strong-arms.html' title='Strong Arms'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3821220635909306199</id><published>2011-03-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:36:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Got back the resized ring, ta-dah~~~ It took them 4 weeks to resize it... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1P-wBn02PZk/TX56wXSo6uI/AAAAAAAABxQ/8yFwHVPHwF4/s1600/new+ring.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1P-wBn02PZk/TX56wXSo6uI/AAAAAAAABxQ/8yFwHVPHwF4/s320/new+ring.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wanted to demo on my finger.. but then I don't want to show my fingers... hahaha... so, imagine yourself on your finger le hah, it is a flower shape:) I like it very much. I deh my bui bui to buy for me for this year valentine's gift... but only get to wear it now. Thanks to the super efficient service with the ring store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loan is approved too. Very excited... made some deposits already... the final deposit is due in 6 months' time. Hope they have a reminder send to us, if not, what if we forgot to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been raining for the past 7 days... umbrella was never dried out completely... I think my umbrella won't last long in such condition (rain, wet, strong wind, snow). Too bad... i really like my umbrella, i bought it from zara in san francisco. Nothing fancy, it is just the right size, right weight, right color, and right price. 4 "right" in a row, I don't think I can find back such umbrella easily. zou ji I buy 4 or 5 same&amp;nbsp;one lah.... now I very fear that if this one worn out, and I can't find another one I like, how leh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3821220635909306199?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3821220635909306199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3821220635909306199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3821220635909306199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3821220635909306199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1P-wBn02PZk/TX56wXSo6uI/AAAAAAAABxQ/8yFwHVPHwF4/s72-c/new+ring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-6957041377859092985</id><published>2011-03-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:54:59.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old memories stored in blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i_F22-U_AMg/TX5gFtLVRiI/AAAAAAAABxM/UdByHDljrio/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i_F22-U_AMg/TX5gFtLVRiI/AAAAAAAABxM/UdByHDljrio/s320/rainbow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was bored last night, so I browsed through some of my old blogs in 2006, that was the first year I been in Shanghai. So many funny incidents were recorded. I couldn't stop laughing reading some of my old entries.&amp;nbsp;Some of my thinking at that time was quite childish. Well, a growing up process for everyone right? hahaha... it brought back lots of fond memories reading the old blogs. I am so glad I didn't give up writing blogs. But I realized each year, the number of entries decreases, I become lazy. Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we all keep up the good habit of recording bits and pieces in our live. It would be a great asset to us when we grow old in the future. Don't you think so?:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-6957041377859092985?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/6957041377859092985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=6957041377859092985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6957041377859092985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/6957041377859092985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-memories-stored-in-blogs.html' title='old memories stored in blogs'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i_F22-U_AMg/TX5gFtLVRiI/AAAAAAAABxM/UdByHDljrio/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8226085947024153430</id><published>2011-03-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:38:24.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sei guai loh'/><title type='text'>SGL</title><content type='html'>The SGL in my office is really testing my patience.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming ming he has urgent stuff to do today, but still go "eat snake" for whole morning. Finally when come back to office at 2.30pm, kept pressing me to do stuff for him urgently... "sorry to interrupt, this is urgent, can u please help&amp;nbsp; me print this document out and re-layout for me (he is really sucks in excel, words...) to make it look nicer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_jjTQopj8o/TXgPZddcVyI/AAAAAAAABxI/ysLM7quTKGE/s1600/scream.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_jjTQopj8o/TXgPZddcVyI/AAAAAAAABxI/ysLM7quTKGE/s320/scream.gif" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8226085947024153430?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8226085947024153430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8226085947024153430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8226085947024153430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8226085947024153430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/sgl.html' title='SGL'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_jjTQopj8o/TXgPZddcVyI/AAAAAAAABxI/ysLM7quTKGE/s72-c/scream.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2547340544047214131</id><published>2011-03-07T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:18:31.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery shopping vs. Apartment buying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;I am&lt;/strike&gt; We are so excited!!! We just placed a deposit to purchase an apartment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't intend to do so. Yesterday, after lunch, we just planned to go for grocery shopping. But Jay said why not go "apartment looking" again (lately, "apartment looking" has been one of our hobby for the weekend, we will go to open houses to see the old apartment, and also new developers to see the showroom). We didnt' held up high hopes to get anything, but well, it is a hobby, so why not. So far we have seen many apartments, either the location is great, but prices is way beyond our budget. Or within budget, but the apartment is a crappy one. Or within budget, but the developer offers yucky appliances quality. It was very depressing everytime we go "apartment looking", because by then we realized how poor we are. The money we have in KL and Shanghai worth like peanuts over here after the conversion rate. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we went to see these apartment, new developing. Phase 3. I like developers that is not building phase 1, because by going through&amp;nbsp;Phase 1, all the possible mistakes you would have made, would be made and you would have learnt from your mistake and do a better job in next phases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 10 scores, this is how this property scores (in my view lah):&lt;br /&gt;Location: 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Price: 8.5&lt;br /&gt;Appliances quality: 9&lt;br /&gt;Sales person's service and attitude: 9.5&lt;br /&gt;Techi-ness of the house: 9&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood: 8.5&lt;br /&gt;size: 5 (1 bedroom with a den)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course we like it so much! We went back home to grab the cheque to pay as deposit right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we finally made it to buy grocery, we were so excited and&amp;nbsp; yet tired... Hubby said, "what happened just now? Didn't we just wanted to buy some vege and fruits only?? Look at what we have done!" hahahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we made a good choice. It is estimated to be completed in Summer 2012. One year to go... The apartment is only 1 bedroom (that's all we can afford now). Baby is not in picture... or like hubby said, "if it comes, it will have to share room with us for first 1-2 years. Don't care liao." hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the loan part is no issue lah:) Will update soon. Very excited and nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2547340544047214131?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2547340544047214131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2547340544047214131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2547340544047214131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2547340544047214131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/grocery-vs-apartment-buying.html' title='Grocery shopping vs. Apartment buying'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-384691503205020373</id><published>2011-03-02T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:35:30.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sei guai loh'/><title type='text'>sei guai loh</title><content type='html'>My office has a sei guai loh (SGL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL "Hi D, I am going to pick up my dog, and come back within 2 hours."&lt;br /&gt;D is me lah... &lt;br /&gt;D "OK"... (as if I care?? as if I am your boss??? Go tell boss lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL "Hi D. It's me. I am now at dentist, I will be back before 3pm"&lt;br /&gt;D "OK"... (@#$%!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL "Hi D. Can you do me a favor? Go over to my place, log in my computer, and look under folder A, get the picture xyz, and send to Mr.J. I am showing my house to a potential buyer, will be back late."&lt;br /&gt;D "sure"...(@#$%!!!!!!! TIU U!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL "Hi D, can you help me call up this lady, her number is on an email I just sent u before I go out bring my sons see doctor. Ask her if we pay today, will we get a copy of the award?"&lt;br /&gt;His sons.. both are in high school.. what kind of sickness need the parent to bring BOTH see doctor together?&lt;br /&gt;D "OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL "Hi D, sorry to bother you. When the cheque is ready, can you help me bring it over to the law firm, which is just 3-4 blocks away?"&lt;br /&gt;D, "I will call courier service"&lt;br /&gt;SGL "No... er... what about Jon, is he in office? Can he walk there for me?"&lt;br /&gt;D "Jon not in office. I am not sure"&lt;br /&gt;SGL ".... ok... I will bring it over tomorrow morning"&lt;br /&gt;D "OK" (of course you bring lah!! takkan I bring for u??? Are you blind? outside so cold and raining and got strong wind warning, and I am not very well. I just changed my contact lense brand today! I feel so uneasy!!! I want to slap u, can ah???? I WON"T DO ANYTHING FOR U!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This SGL really gets on my nerve. And yet, for goodwill reason, I have to put up a nice smile and face him. So pek chek!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGL, u so lazy!!!!!!! always use office hour do own stuff!!!!!! I hope our boss finds out soon and fire u! Blardy hell u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-384691503205020373?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/384691503205020373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=384691503205020373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/384691503205020373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/384691503205020373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/03/sei-guai-loh.html' title='sei guai loh'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-3773291737768142397</id><published>2011-02-28T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:45:47.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banking experience'/><title type='text'>RBC</title><content type='html'>I complaint about RBC before right? Well, that was branch A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near my office, there are two RBC branches, the one nearest is branch A, and it gives me the shits to the very core. I was skeptical to try branch B, which is nearby too. Branch B seems smaller in size, and since I don't have many choices (as if I can choose which bank my boss bank with??), I have decided to take a risk, try banking with branch B. I can take no more from branch A, they gave me chances of heart-attack. And hooooray.... I have discovered that, the way banks shit you, depends on who is serving you, be it with a brainless teller, or a teller with brain and with good manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teller at branch B, he only sees me once before today, and today is the second time I bank with branch B, and coincidently, he is serving me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, "well well well.. is he overpaying it again?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, thinking.. "aiyah, on the statement it says it is $xyz amount already, and the cheque is $xyz, where got overpay wor.. u cannot read ah?"... but of course that was only playing in my mind. I put up a nice smile, reply, "no, he is not this time. He is just paying the exact amount on the statement."&lt;br /&gt;He, "OK."&lt;br /&gt;Me, thinking... "you sure ask me for my ID ge lah... OK, I give you!" So, I took my driving license out and pass to him (over here, driving license is an important ID, is like our IC in Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;He, "that's ok. I remember you. I don't need your ID."&lt;br /&gt;Me, so flattered!!!!!! I bank with HSBC at least once in a week every week, that idiot also never remember me and always asked me the same question every time "are you the signee of the account?", and this guy only served me twice&amp;nbsp;over the past 4 weeks and he can remember me??? Wah..... I see sunlights in rainy day!!! I see rainbow at night!!! I see bikini in winter!!! (ok... too much liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized, there are "people" in this city, instead of robots behind the counter! Hoooray!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Branch-B-Teller, you've made my day. Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-3773291737768142397?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/3773291737768142397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=3773291737768142397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3773291737768142397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/3773291737768142397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/rbc.html' title='RBC'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-612621780739280511</id><published>2011-02-18T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:09:09.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>林俊杰《会有那么一天》</title><content type='html'>Lately have been bong chan itu itune buy some songs. One of the old songs I bought is 林俊杰《会有那么一天》. The lyrics is so beautifully sang... and without fail, everytime I listen to this song, my eyes will wet with tears at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9370db;"&gt;一九四三 世界大战 阿嬷年轻的时候 &lt;br /&gt;爷爷爱他那么多 他们感情很深 但是爷爷 &lt;br /&gt;身负重任 就在离乡的那夜给了阿嬷一个吻 &lt;br /&gt;轻声说到 我要离去 别再哭泣 不要伤心 &lt;br /&gt;请你相信我 要等待 我的爱 陪你永不离开 &lt;br /&gt;因为会有那么一天 我们牵着手在草原 &lt;br /&gt;听鸟儿歌唱的声音 听我说声 我爱你 &lt;br /&gt;夕阳西下 鸟儿回家 阿嬷躺 在病床上 &lt;br /&gt;呼吸有一点散漫 眼神却很温柔 看着爷爷 &lt;br /&gt;湿透的眼 握着他粗糙的手 阿嬷的泪水开始流 轻声说道 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9370db;"&gt;我要离去 别再哭泣 不要伤心 &lt;br /&gt;请你相信我 要等待 我的爱 陪你永不离开 &lt;br /&gt;因为会有那么一天 我们牵着手在草原 &lt;br /&gt;听鸟儿歌唱的声音 听我说声 我爱你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think, if my dad was come to concious before he passed away 2.5 years ago, he would have said the same thing to my mom. Writing til here, my eyes are filled with tears again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the lyrics here, that says "I have to go now, don't cry and don't be sad. We will meet one day,&amp;nbsp;and we will hand in hand walk on the grass field listening to birds singing. I love you." won't get sang by one lover to another lover&amp;nbsp;in this world again because it is&amp;nbsp;so sad... and yet the promised future that&amp;nbsp;they will meet again is so soothing and calming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-612621780739280511?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/612621780739280511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=612621780739280511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/612621780739280511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/612621780739280511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='林俊杰《会有那么一天》'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-553552545858744326</id><published>2011-02-14T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:49:27.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8ytRNQMsZk/TVm9KMgjIHI/AAAAAAAABxE/WbLlmX-XHR0/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8ytRNQMsZk/TVm9KMgjIHI/AAAAAAAABxE/WbLlmX-XHR0/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an ecard to Jay this morning. He said he read already feel like crying... aiyoh... i only say,&amp;nbsp;"I love you til the day my eyes are closed for good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for me, everyday is a Valentine's Day if you cherish every moment you spent with your love ones, be it family members, lovers, friends:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no plan to eat out today. Jay said he will make me 水蛋 to eat tonight, my favorite!!!! hehehe...:) We also went out to shop for a ring for my index finger because I suddenly "ada angin" so very wanted a special index ring (eh-hem... not diamond lah... i want something i can wear daily and look special and yet not too fancy and not too dull), but then at the end, found the ring, but need to send it to resize (my fingers very small, sigh) and guai lou as usual, do things so slow, have to take 3 weeks!... sometimes really feel like slapping them. OK, 3 weeks then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked a sponge cake yesterday. 1st time. Too sweet, and I miss the final step, of terbalik the pan after u remove it from oven. I dont know why this step is important, but apparently it has some effect because I don't follow this step, my spongecake at first took out from oven looks very high, after cool down is very short... so... hmmm.... i want to try again! Next time i will add one more egg, and cut the sugar by 1/3. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-553552545858744326?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/553552545858744326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=553552545858744326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/553552545858744326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/553552545858744326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/-S8ytRNQMsZk/TVm9KMgjIHI/AAAAAAAABxE/WbLlmX-XHR0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4777522923745604213</id><published>2011-02-11T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:22:21.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>This week, I wasn't very in good mood. I don't know why lah, maybe got one day I didn't bangsai in the morning, or my period is coming but not here yet, and I am addicted to eating M&amp;amp;M at night, which makes me feel very sick in the morning, scolding myself "WTF u doing?? Quit that M&amp;amp;M! It is making you fat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my main reason I don't feel good in this past week is, I dealt with too many stupid guai lou here. Yes, they are more stupid than any other race on earth.&amp;nbsp; Last time I always think the local chinese are very 奇怪, they are stubborn, and they do things irrational, well, say that again here. Things that people do here are even more weird, more stubborn, and more backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my company has a $15,000 monthly take home salary guai lou, he always do nothing but goyang kaki at office. He come office late and go home early and always call and report his "fake" whereabout to me which I find it very annoying. You go tell the boss directly la, u tell me for what. Expect me to cover your ass when boss asked about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, this si guai lou, I entered office with bag still on hand, jacket still on me, he signalled me to go to his room (and yes, today he was early). Then I thought si mi dai ji, her asked, "I am helping my son to print out his assignment, but it is in apple format. The printer in office says can't recognize the format and won't print, can you fix this?" I was like "..................." Aiyoh, you also know is different format lah, download the converter lah.. And by right you should not always use office printer for your personal stuff. Always print color photos, color documents, and now printing son's assignment? aiyoh!!!!!!! Damn sian. Earn so much, go buy your own personal printer lah so cheap, I earn so little also have a printer at home! Get a life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn gek hei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, I went do banking. I asked the teller, what's the procedure if one of our company wants to close the bank account? Does the signee need to come to the branch? Great, the robotic responce immediately got turned on, some more eyes not look at me, "For any business account related question, please direct it to your bank business account manager." It is his attitude and the way he answered so robotically that annoyed me to the max. HSBC, you failed me again! Don't you have a class to train your staff to look at the client's eyes directly when the client asked a questions and expects an answer from a human instead of from a robot? Really kanasai!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMPH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick at them!!!!!!! Help me~~~~~~~~~~ I sometimes really have the urge to leave this place. Why on earth I want to come here for:( People here are so not smart, so want to wan bun, and soooo irritating. I rather deal with spitting chinese people and walk on a crowded street in China that it is impossible to not touch anybody or being touched (i hated these 2 things most when i was in china).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-E-L-P !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4777522923745604213?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4777522923745604213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4777522923745604213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4777522923745604213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4777522923745604213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1182842973612742805</id><published>2011-02-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:18:48.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sei guai lou!</title><content type='html'>some guai lou is so fake and insincere and yet they try to sound sincere or act like one. Well, I guess you are a bad actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei Guai Lou!!!!!!!! Stupid ass!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1182842973612742805?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1182842973612742805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1182842973612742805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1182842973612742805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1182842973612742805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/sei-guai-lou.html' title='sei guai lou!'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1531932674216070766</id><published>2011-02-04T11:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:48:09.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banking experience'/><title type='text'>Nothing is impossible</title><content type='html'>The more I deal with banking in this country, the more I have a funny feeling. The bank here is so "flexible"... Do you know that if someone wrote you a cheque here, say your name is Jessica Liu, and your sister name is Jenny Liu, and your enemy name is Joanne Liu, if the cheque is payable to "J. Liu",&amp;nbsp;all of you can cash the cheque. Soooo freaking flexible!&amp;nbsp; And even sometimes there's spelling mistake on the payee name, the cheque can still be cleared, without any question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes things are very none sense. They will get freaked out over something that we malaysian or china bank won't even ticked a bit. For instance, if you try to bank in a cheque for another person, say you are Jason, and I Elizebeth try to bank in a cheque for you at your bank. The cheque is your name. The freaking bank will kiah-si and asked you provide your ID for them to key into the system, for security reason. WTF? I cannot understand this. And if you try to bank in a cheque for soemone else using ATM, you think also don't need to think. IT IS NOT DO-ABLE! Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, sometimes different bank will tell you different rules. Like here, Coast Capital Savings Bank will say, all wiring funds need the actual person to sign on the paper at the branch. While HSBC Bank will just fax over a form, and you can sign it, and email it back. No need to go to branch. Simple. So, different bank, different standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more incident, this Royal Bank of Canada, very sibeh chuen. Got one time, my boss because tam the rebate feature that the credit card has, so, he wanted to make a big donation via his credit card, to earn points mah. The problem is, his card credit limit, let's say is 30,000. However, he has used up 10,000 limit as of that particular day, and the donation is 30,000. Meaning he will go over his limit loh. So, instead of go over limit, what he did is he wrote a cheque of 20,000, asked me go bank it in for him, and only after the cheque went through, we only do the donation transaction. I went to the bank, got ready my ID because they sure ask my ID because the account is not mine (see? give them money also like sibeh difficult), and they look see look see, wasted my 20 minutes, check with their boss, and came back to me, "sorry, we cannot accept this cheque at the moment." I haven't even ask a single question, she continues, "I cannot tell you the reason.". I was damn angry that time. And I swear, even if I have few millions next time, I won't deposit a single cent into RBC! Anyway, to make the story more funny, I went back to office, boss told me they called him and told him why, it is because he only used up 10,000 limit that time, and it was before the credit card statement due date, that's why he cannot bank in a 20,000 cheque more than what he has spent (which is 10,000) to clear the balance. THE BANK HERE IS SO SI-KAP-PANG! (si-kap-pang, is a teow cheow phrase that my hubby taught me to use, means "square", in this context, means stubborn, no brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be a bank guru and write a book about banking services in Canada. Muahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ngam ngam chum chum whole post... forgot the objective me want to blog today. 恭喜发财！！！兔年行大运！！！身体健康！！！青春常驻！！！:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1531932674216070766?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1531932674216070766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1531932674216070766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1531932674216070766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1531932674216070766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-is-impossible.html' title='Nothing is impossible'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2700161757184756876</id><published>2011-01-27T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:23:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health</title><content type='html'>I remember last time when I was in my 20-s, I totally have no pressure going to the routine body check up (that time, only do body check up when change job, as required by new company, instead of now, do religiously yearly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I go for check up, I need to have preparation. I will cheat myself, let's say next week body check up, this week i will drink lots of water... no eat heaty food.. no eat fried stuff.... hoping this will yield a good result, of course deep down my heart i know this last minute good girl thing won't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for body check up here last week. Over here, if signed by your family doctor, the check up is free of charge, absorb by government. (we every month pay medical service fees to government gah...). The medical center for body check up was so full of people!!!!!! and only 3 counters are opened. We waited 2 hours to get it down. Simple check up only, no x-ray, no eye-check. Just take blood and&amp;nbsp;urine. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, received a call from nurse, asking for Jay (no ask me). It got me so anxious. Asked the nurse what's wrong, she won't say. She says only the doctor can comment. At first we made appointment to see doc this Saturday. Today is Thursday. I know me... if wait til Saturday, i can't sleep, can't eat between now til Saturday. I will be anxious. So I think Jay knows me well, he said why don't he go today after lunch. I said yah, u go ahead. That was at 11.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 11.45 - 2pm, I was&amp;nbsp;really restless... I kept thinking what's wrong with Jay's report. What if&amp;nbsp;something happened to him?? What am I supposed to do?? All the negative thoughts just swamp in. The last&amp;nbsp;I had experience this kind of feeling, was 2+ years ago, when mom told me dad has to go hospital to check up something. It was mentally torture for me.&amp;nbsp;I don't want to go through this again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that, his cholesterol is higher than the normal range of 5. His is at 6. So have to watch out diet. Jay goes to gym routinely twice a week one... dunno why like that also can have high cholesterol. We didn't eat unhealthily also... I even controlled him only one trip to KFC for every quarter (3 months). But he alwasy break the rules by going there once a month. So, now I have to strictly enforce the rule, one KFC for every 12 months only!!!!! That's it. F*** u KFC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any recommendation on how to bring down the cholesterol effectively? Would really like to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2700161757184756876?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2700161757184756876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2700161757184756876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2700161757184756876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2700161757184756876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/01/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-7850614791414035142</id><published>2011-01-25T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:40:21.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncommon occupation for women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I think my whole life is very "library" oriented. Why I said so? Uni time, my house live right in front of a library, but I seldom go there. This is what chinese called 身在福中不知福&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=myme0b9-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0812977394&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;. Right now, my house is also very near library.&amp;nbsp;And then, my office is just right at the intersection of a cross road, where the vancouver central library is located! it is like the HQ of all the libraries. Ngo men nei sei mei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, compared to last time when I still uni schooling, I cherish the library more nowadays. I guess because I am now more poor than uni time, so, better rent books to read as oppose to buy new one, although I really love the new book smell, and I have this weird habit of liking new stuff.... new cover... unfolded books.... I am weird I know. Even if I go supermarket buy juice or milk or anything, I always take the 3rd one on display, instead of the first one. I very silai too. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recently I am reading this book, the name very long, but anyway, it is about this girl who become a cab driver in New York. It is a very interesting book. It talks about the behavior of some passengers, and even traffic control officer. And she also gave an insights how to apply and go through the test to become a cab driver in New York. haha... It is not easy on her, because this job, in New York, is seldom applied by white people, and some more she is white, female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then it got me thinking... I once have a dream to become a plumber too. But my hubby and my good friend laughed at me, "You??? Please lah..... uh P-L-E-A-S-E!!! You say only.... you can't do it one!"... what's wrong with being a plumber wor....btw, the reason why I want to become a plumber is, I think the most annoying thing at home, to me, is whenever water is leaking, or something wrong to do with water. I don't like to rely on people one. So, if I am a plumber and I can do the job, how fantastic it will be, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My hubby said, "you no energy one.. how can you fasten a knob or tube? and you so afraid of dirty thing, how can you stand fixing the toilet bowl? Yo will faint!".... wah.... i never thought of that wor.... i only thought of fixing water temperature kind of thing, and changing pipe... i never thought of have to touch or see the si-si niu-niu leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can I be a plumber with an exclusion clause - no deal with toilet bowl, and no deal with dirty stuff? hahahahhaa.... sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe my hubby and my good friend is right..... I cannot one.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-7850614791414035142?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/7850614791414035142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=7850614791414035142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7850614791414035142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/7850614791414035142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncommon-occupation-for-women.html' title='Uncommon occupation for women'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8854265435778355774</id><published>2011-01-24T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:56:52.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>credit card</title><content type='html'>Today chi xin already, posted 2 entries. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am on the phone calling a credit card company in Malaysia to use my points to offset the blardy the $50 government fees (how can such policy be passed at the first place??? this is money sucker), my heart has a funny feelings... Just last week I was transferring money to pay my China credit card (the card is occassionally used for some other purpose, even though we not in China). And then 2 days ago, I&amp;nbsp;was settling my canadian credit card bill online. It got me thinking, is it true that when you live at certain country for certain time, even though you not living there anymore, it feels so hard to disconnect yourself from the stuff you have had there, especially credit card. I keep having the thoughts that&amp;nbsp;" keep it first... who knows wor... later I might have to move back to KL or China... if that time only come to apply credit card, how inconvenient?". So, there you go, I have credit cards in&amp;nbsp;three countries now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long will&amp;nbsp;I keep them for. Until when in my life will I have a certain answer "YES, I am staying here and ain't going anywhere else. I can LOUD LOUD say I want to cancel credit card country A, and credit card country B!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I can LOUD LOUD say it out, I had better have a clear sense of each credit card's due date. Sigh... and thanks to the government fees, now I have one more thing to remember. This government fees is really getting on my nerves... I still don't understand what kind of service we receive from government on credit card that deserves this $50 pay out to government. Anybody knows this answer?? 很郁闷！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8854265435778355774?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8854265435778355774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8854265435778355774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8854265435778355774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8854265435778355774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/01/credit-card.html' title='credit card'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-852323445647312096</id><published>2011-01-24T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:52:02.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25-ish</title><content type='html'>In our office, we have a staff, he is 25 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very good at talking, very socialable, in almost every restaurant he stepped into, he will sure know a person or two there. This I salute to him very much. In some sense, he is amiable. 人见人爱.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he do things, can make you puke blood. It is like, he do things is very chin chai, and don't care whether it gets done or not. And as a result, he either does things either too slowly and delay the schedule, or he does things incorrectly and at the end, we spent more time undo the wrong. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do leh? He is one of the boss's son.&amp;nbsp;So you know lah... sometimes even though I know the mistake was&amp;nbsp;done by him, I have to hide my own heart and tell the boss, it was&amp;nbsp; the vendor's mistake, they didn't follow instruction that's why is&amp;nbsp;wrong. bla bla bla.. sometimes I also feel I am good damn&amp;nbsp;big liar, because of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it made me think, what was I when I was 25 years old??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 25 years old, according to my resume, (haha), I was at my 3rd job already. It was a research analyst job. I think I&amp;nbsp;am the type of responsible person from day 1, regardless whether I am 20 or 30 or later on 50. I don't simply do work... I don't delay the schedule... I do follow up so the project won't get delayed... everything I do, I do whole heartedly. I think I didn't give anybody shit&amp;nbsp;at that time... I hoped so.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have another 25-ish year old person, who thinks that it is 肤浅 for parents to ask for pocket money from their children. I was shocked. Too shocked to comment for few days. And this word&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;肤浅, is actually from his gf's mouth. Meaning, they both agree it is 肤浅 to give pocket money to their parents. Sigh... I cannot understand the logic. As I understood, most parents don't even 稀罕 the children's pocket month, they accept it because it is a token of appreciation from their children, for all the hard work the parents put in&amp;nbsp;to the shape the children of where they are today. And the pocket money don't even need to be huge. Just give whatever you can. The figure $$ means nothing, it is the action that shows your appreciation. So how can it be 肤浅?? I really cannot comprehend. And I nearly choked when I saw this comment. Seriosuly, nearly choked. I guess I am a very traditional person, I beleive in respecting elderly people, especially our own parents. They most probably do not even need our pocket money, but to let them hear we think they are 肤浅 to&amp;nbsp;accept&amp;nbsp;pocket&amp;nbsp;money from their children, I think will seriously&amp;nbsp;hurt their fragile heart. These 25-ish people should understand that as parents grow old, their heart grows fragile too. Any mean word will paralized them for sometime, and whatever is done, is difficult to undo.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I think back to when I was 25-ish, I feel so proud to give pocket money to my parents every month. I never missed. And to see their contented look on the face, makes me proud too.&amp;nbsp;So again, why is my 25-ish so different&amp;nbsp;from the 25-ish people nowadays?? I really do not understand. Some more, the particular 25-ish person, when he was completing his phD (it takes 10 years to complete the whole process instead of just do a Bachelor degree), his dad, frequently send him money in USD. His dad sent so much until this 25-ish person has a $40K surplus at his bank account before he graduate. This kind of unconditional love, why can't he remember when he blurted out the word 肤浅?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my readers are with me. It is nothing to feel shallow to give your parents pocket money, or to receive pocket money from your children. There, I said it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: after posted this post, only realized i made a mistake. The person I think he was 25-ish, is actually 30 years old this year. Wholly... 30 years old already still so childish in thinking???!!! lagi puke blood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-852323445647312096?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/852323445647312096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=852323445647312096&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/852323445647312096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/852323445647312096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/01/25-ish.html' title='25-ish'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4514640614764392861</id><published>2011-01-13T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:17:25.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>In KL, We need to have a car, because our public transportation (if there is any??) sucks big time. I don't want to go into details.... but we all Malaysian, so we should understand what I am saying here. In KL, no car means no leg. No car means you won't be able to get a gf also. One household, how many people working (n), then the number of car is n+1. Why plus 1? Mama also needs a car to go pasar leh, right? If not we all go work, how mama get around??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I moved to Shanghai for 4 years+. No car. Reasons why we never think of buying car are: we don't have an F1 driver skill, so better not have car in Shanghai (all taxi drivers in Shanghai deserves a title of F1 driver); and also their subway (we called "ditie") is so so so so so advanced. Linking one place to another. When we reached Shanghai in 2006, we only have 3 lines I think... by the time we left Shanghai last year, it was I think more than 10 lines. Wholly Cow!!!! Go where also can I tell you. The only time I told Jay I wished we had a car in Shanghai was when it was pouring with rain after office hour and getting a cab is as difficult as winning lottery. Even hou choi let you sported one cab, you won't be able to win it over from the locals. The local ladies, if they want a cab, they can run even with high heel shoes. I always wonder where these cab drivers go whenever it rains... how can it&amp;nbsp; be so little cab on the road when it is raining leh??? 不解.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I am in Vancouver. With a car. But today I damn bored, i go and layout the scenario what if we don't have a car. I think we still ok wor.. first of all, we stay near a big mall, so, post office, grocery, cinema, banks, bookstore, food court, restaurants all no problem to get within walking distance. I also take skytrain go to work, not driving even though I have free carpark. The only time I think we need a car is when we go out play, like summer time go hiking, go short vacation, go Seattle. I think we can do ok by renting cars if we need to do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How leh.... shall we sell our car?? Help~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4514640614764392861?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4514640614764392861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4514640614764392861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4514640614764392861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4514640614764392861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2011/01/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-2157042661655798931</id><published>2010-12-22T16:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:46:30.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy</title><content type='html'>oiii... so busy lah~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, facebook has allowed me to "blog" bits by bits, that is why I seldom come back here to do a serious blog. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going away during christmas time, to San Francisco! Yay~~~ hope everything is smooth lah. Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-2157042661655798931?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/2157042661655798931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=2157042661655798931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2157042661655798931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/2157042661655798931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-busy.html' title='So busy'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-1655503026127275742</id><published>2010-10-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:26:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>公主嫁到</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ0yT3jIHO0/TKjXSxEm4NI/AAAAAAAABw0/CuF1MeTl7x0/s1600/201082415502613818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ0yT3jIHO0/TKjXSxEm4NI/AAAAAAAABw0/CuF1MeTl7x0/s320/201082415502613818.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have recently been watching this HK drama series 公主嫁到. So funny I tell you!!!! The jokes they tell inside the story is so funny~~~~~ Just one thing i cannot tahan, is they clap hands and make slogan. Whenever they do that, my hair on my hand will stand up. Really beh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's has now just 大结局, finale~~~ Sob... I will miss this drama~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of HK drama, there's another one also very funny, it is just 20 minutes an episode, it's called 天天天晴. Damn funny too:) I am now on Episode 77, I heard total was 150 something... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, besides sleep, yoga, cook, clean house, play iphone, another one of my favorite hobby here is watch HK series drama. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-1655503026127275742?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/1655503026127275742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=1655503026127275742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1655503026127275742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/1655503026127275742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='公主嫁到'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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/_AZ0yT3jIHO0/TKjXSxEm4NI/AAAAAAAABw0/CuF1MeTl7x0/s72-c/201082415502613818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-8631063273687474324</id><published>2010-10-02T17:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:27:10.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September month 2010</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog much in September, because I have so much things going on at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am all pumped up to go yoga at least 3-4 times a week. It started out fine. Then one day, on the way walking home passing through the stores in the mall, I saw a tea store, hiring a sales for 1 month. Why 1 month? because they are moving the store out of the mall to another location at the end of September. I like to drink tea very much, learnt from Jay. Jay likes to drink long jing, tie guan yin, jasmine tea, pu erh a lot in China. I actually can differentiate the types of tea by just smelling the tea nowadays. So, I came home from yoga class, took a shower, sat down and printed out my resume, and I grabbed Jay to go with me to the mall to apply the job. Inside the mall, I made Jay to go into the store to have a look, see if it is a "good" store, what kind of stuff they sell, etc. Jay came back and told me, "they sell ok stuff, not bad. Go do it babe.". So I went. The store manager is a Korean guy. He interviewed me at a cafe shop nearby, some more belanja me an orange juice tim, hehe... anyway, the point is, I got the job! I was so happy. The store is not a bad store, it sells 210 types of tea, from black tea, green tea, white tea, oolong tea, Roibos tea, to herbal tea, and fruit tea. And as a worker there, if the shop is not busy, we will brew tea and drink. I have tasted so many kinds of tea in the store in the past few weeks, and I have to say, I still like green tea and fruit tea the best. I really don't like black tea and roibos. And I have learnt&amp;nbsp;lots of&amp;nbsp;tea knowledge in the past few weeks, thanks to my 2 canadian colleagues, and my korean boss. They are so brilliant in tea knowledge. One guy, his name is Jer, (he looks like a Santa Clause to me, seriously), he can talk and talk and talk about tea for long time. He can be a good lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea shop closed up already few days ago. It's kind of sad. It made me also realized that retail job is very tiring, and the time is very inflexible. I am so glad this is just a one month assignment. They are moving to another place, my boss wanted me to move too, but I told him is too far. Actually, it is not far by subway, but I just don't feel like doing this anymore. And, opportunity arise, my friend's friend know a friend's company hiring in downtown, I went to apply, and I got the job! Monday is my first day of work:) It's a property development company. I will be doing something different from my professional, but it is a start. Who ask me want to migrate to a city where jobs are so scarce leh? See what do what first loh~~~ I always believe in fate. So, let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the tea shop sales, because of the sales and extra discount for staff, I ended up spent more than 10% of my pay to buy the tea pot, cups, and tea from the store! aiyoyo... memang rugi lah~~~&amp;nbsp; sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon, and, wish me luck on my new job!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: at the end, i only did 9 yoga classes for the whole mth of Sept. Yeeeeee..... mission failed again! I planned to do at least 10 times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-8631063273687474324?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/8631063273687474324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=8631063273687474324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8631063273687474324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/8631063273687474324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2010/10/september-month-2010.html' title='September month 2010'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693168.post-4928440909243685262</id><published>2010-09-05T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:44:50.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Labor Day of Canada, and U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So different from Asia's labor day date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dim gai leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a "No Tax Day" in Superstore. I bought the iPhone car charger. Now, if we are on the road, we no longer fear that my iphone is out of battery (especially when we are depending on it's GPS service). Yay. Saved 3 bucks oh. hohoho... If hari hari is No Tax Day, isn't that fantastic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought a bag of candle, it says "each can last about 8 hours"... I will try tonight. I discovered by accident that a brand I bought from carrefour in Shanghai can last about 5 hours, that's the longest I have seen in market. 8 hours? I first time hear only... duk ng duk gah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every where is on sale for Labor Day. I think after tomorrow, the kids will be back to school. Yay... everything will be back to normal, no more stupid college kids lingering in mall at day time (they look very 颓废). I also bought another pair of sun-glasses from GAP yesterday at downtown. I get 20% off if I signed up for their membership wor, so why not? Plus, they have this cool service, if the item you bought is having another sale within 15 days of your purchase, you will automatically get the difference credited back to your account. This kind of service, I 1st time hear. So considerate. I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18693168-4928440909243685262?l=wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/feeds/4928440909243685262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18693168&amp;postID=4928440909243685262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4928440909243685262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18693168/posts/default/4928440909243685262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinmemoryland.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Elizebeth D.L.</name><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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
