tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346017582024-03-07T16:02:39.649+08:00Live everyday as if it is the LastOne Lucky Girl...Now and Alwiz!!! Living everyday is a gift itselfYvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-23388362531072580422007-10-05T14:08:00.000+08:002007-10-05T14:14:04.237+08:00Neuro Linguistic ProgrammingI got myself a book on NLP and really enjoying it. Goals setting, subconscious mind programming, it is actually quite simple. Too bad, I can’t post any of the chapters on the web for plagiarism. But indeed it is one of the most interesting books I’ve read this year along. One of the very few books that I would rate on par with Rich Dad, Poor Dad and Unlimited Power.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-17684360852098951392007-09-28T09:59:00.001+08:002007-09-28T10:00:37.459+08:00Men from Mars, women from VenusI received this mail earlier and find it real funny...<br /><br />I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."<br /><br />I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." S<br /><br />he responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.<br /><br />The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey."<br /><br />She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier."<br /><br />I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?" I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,<br /><br />"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"<br /><br />Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-78323647475569436552007-09-25T22:04:00.000+08:002007-09-27T22:05:13.280+08:00Market updatesIt has been close to 4 banking days since Fed cuts its interest rate by 50 basis point to 4.75%. There has been assumptions as whether will Fed reduce its interest rate at their next meeting scheduled on 31 October’07. Man would suggest that Fed will maintain a look and see policy as the market would need some time to adjust to the IR reduction.<br /><br />The sloop in the housing industry over in the United States is undeniable. If the Fed gets it just right, the economy will slip through this crisis and keep expanding with only modest inflation, making investors happy. If the Fed's rate cuts are too little, too late, recession fears will return, sending another cold wind through credit markets and the stock market. If the Fed cuts rates too much, inflation could loom.<br /><br />On the local front, KLCI marks an overall satisfaction improvement and currently stands at 1324.47 pts influenced by the overall surged on Wall Street’s stocks.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-6666034098230674522007-09-23T21:39:00.000+08:002007-09-23T21:41:00.959+08:00Not an equationLife is never a bed of roses; we cannot escape from the ups and downs of it. The only way is to enjoy everything that comes along the way without rebuffing every lesson that comes along the way. For me, it almost guarantees the maximum satisfaction in life.<br /><br />For the past few days, I have come across different different instances that made me reshape my thinking. I use to hold people very tightly to their words and promises, I cannot understand while given the same set of scenario, I person would feel different. Isn’t 1+1=2 and isn’t that an answer always? Life is not a mathematic equation, we cannot expect people to be the same though given the same set of scenarios. Even in economic movements, unexpected reactions are always considered, what more human’s behaviours and emotions. In fact, I guess I should also allow myself to feel/think differently. Still learning how to alleviate myself of having expectations towards both myself and other people.<br /><br />What do I do next? <strong><span style="color:#990000;">Get myself a comfortable dancing ground to kick off my shoes, I already have my dancing partners ready. Life is good </span></strong>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-7114950598219905942007-09-22T09:36:00.000+08:002007-09-22T16:57:11.212+08:00Back on track<p>Wait SIFU, I've not found the guts to post anymore of my analysis after receiving your comment on my previous one. Let me study from every angle (like you have requested) before posting up. Else, I’ll for sure kena hentam from you again. Your comments are really hard to stomach :-(<br /><br />Like my header suggest, it’s time to get back onto track, getting back to the Yvonne 6 months back whereby nothing in life truly worries her. Yippeee!!! I have got a HUGE list of things that I’ve postponed.<br /><br />People! Let me know if any of you is keen to join me in any of my activities ya </p><ol><li>Begin my salsa/dancing lessons.</li><li>Pick up my aeronautics course at the point I left months ago.</li><li>Attend my skiving theory classes, else I will really risk my life.</li><li>Get my butt back into Rotaract ASAP.</li><li>Get back in touch with my beloved Rotarians.</li><li>Get back in touch with my community service friends.</li><li>This is hardest – Exercise :-(</li><li>Re-activate my role at Perdana Global Peace Org.</li><li>Equipped myself with the knowledge of the world market (I’ve my sifu to guide)</li><li>Give more love, and enjoy every moment with those people around me.</li><li>and finally – Have FUN :-) </li></ol><p align="left">My career has finally taken off after 15 months of waiting, although it is still not where I want it to be but at least I’m comfortable on my direction. I WANT to DIVERSIFY my career focus and I’m doing it now.</p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is Mystery, Today is a Gift and that is why the call it the Present :-)</span></strong></p>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-86153676895432156982007-09-19T15:11:00.000+08:002007-09-19T15:25:53.564+08:00Federal Reserves cuts Interest rateThe Federal Reserve cut its federal funds rate for the first time in more than four years to 4.75% from 5.25%, and also cut its discount rate by half a point, citing turmoil in financial markets as a threat to economic growth. Most economists and investors had expected the Fed to trim its benchmark federal funds rate at least 25 basis points, but the 50-basis point reduction took some by surprise and left the market to mull where rates are headed from now. Some predicted that more cuts are yet to come, which would keep pressure on the dollar.<br /><br />The results are evident as EURO recordsits highest exchange mark against the US Dollar ever since it begins trading in 1999. The dollar depreciates against many other currencies with exception to the Japanese yen as the dollar up 116.07 yen, from 115.80 yen earlier. This is due to the fact that Japan's has the lowest benchmark rate of the developed nations.<br /><br />The effect on Malaysian Ringgit? The ringgit has appreciated per US dollar from RM3.4859 to RM3.4823 overnight. That would mean... The government would purchase Oil at a cheaper price, but this benefit will not be transfered to the end users i.e. you and me :-( Ceteris Peribus- the ringgit would appreciate further as the Fed is expected to reduce its interest rate for this 14 month period.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-2287529527764363512007-09-18T14:32:00.001+08:002007-09-18T14:47:50.939+08:00UpdatingI have been bugged to update this blog of mine. Haha... I'm getting lazier indeed.<br /><br />I'm now quite insipired by a business associate of mine. He first set up his own company at 22 yrs old and is now one of the internet tycoon. Such great achievements at such a tender age.<br /><br />I have always wanted to learn more about the share market and this is an opportunity. Despite his busy schedule, He travels extensively and resides in Canada, he has volunteered to guide me into understanding the stock markets. I had my first few lessons online via emails and my views and thoughts are challenged to the extend I feel like smacking the laptop. He is definately not giving face, felt worst than being hit by a tornado and worst than the worst lecturers.<br /><br />Now, everytime I get time off work, I will read up every single news available and all the stock trading books I can get hold of. Finally, I found someone to challenge me. Thanks !YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-28501755672435399052007-09-17T11:37:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:07.989+08:00Time machine in the making. . .Sorry for not updating this blog of mine. I was busy with other blogs :-p<br /><br />Getting myself back on track, First, I need to blog on this incident. . .<br /><br /><strong>An attempt to create a time machine... in the saloon.</strong><br /><br />Mr Adrian Ng was looking somehow matured, with tanned looking skin. His personality was of course *ehmmmm* very young... This was how he looked . . .<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bA01GVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CcdVktFAN4Y/s1600-h/P1050212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111014295097121106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bA01GVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CcdVktFAN4Y/s320/P1050212.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34aw01GUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/q1j3KStfIXo/s1600-h/ad.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111014290802153794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34aw01GUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/q1j3KStfIXo/s320/ad.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He wasn't satisfied with his hairstyle however and wanted a hairstyle that meets his level of thinking :-P, so he went to a saloon named, the "The cut that brings you back in time", and this happened . . .<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bQ01GXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R4naCB9TVa0/s1600-h/15092007670.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111014299392088434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bQ01GXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R4naCB9TVa0/s320/15092007670.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34aw01GTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s93SrjbObQw/s1600-h/15092007668.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111014290802153778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34aw01GTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s93SrjbObQw/s320/15092007668.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bQ01GWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/z0mosfLtFYs/s1600-h/15092007669.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111014299392088418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Ru34bQ01GWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/z0mosfLtFYs/s320/15092007669.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>Transmission suceesful and He was instantly brought back to how he looked like 10 years ago in just 20 minutes of napping time. . .</p>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-1718458452569674892007-06-28T22:04:00.000+08:002007-06-28T22:16:18.837+08:00SongsI'm sure everyone will agree that in every situation, there are always a particular song that represents our emotions...<br /><br />If I should stay, I would only be in your way.<br />So I'll go, but I know<br />I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.<br /><br />And I will always love you.<br />I will always love you.<br />You, my darling you.<br />Hmm. Bittersweet memories that is all I'm taking with me.<br /><br />So, goodbye.<br />Please, don't cry.<br />We both know I'm not what you, you need.<br />And I will always love you.<br />I will always love you.<br /><br />(Instrumental solo)<br /><br />I hope life treats you kind<br />And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.<br />And I wish to you, joy and happiness.<br />But above all this, I wish you love.<br />And I will always love you.<br /><br />I will always love you.<br />I will always love you.<br />I will always love you.<br />I will always love you.<br /><br />I, I will always love you.<br />You, darling, I love you.<br />Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-53120052068006621572007-06-07T11:03:00.000+08:002007-06-07T11:05:17.306+08:00A Letter From India - A Mom to her SonOne of the funniest stories I have received this far...<br /><br />My dear Jagjit,<br /><br />I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.<br /><br />We are not living where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.<br /><br />I am not able to send the address, as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house number with him for his new house<br />so he would not have to change his address.<br /><br />Hopefully, by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.<br /><br />This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. But I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.<br /><br />The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.<br /><br />The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.<br /><br />Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him.<br />He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.<br /><br />By the way, I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove?<br /><br />Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.<br /><br />Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned.<br />We cremated him and he burned for three days.<br /><br />Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He drowned and died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father in the sea.<br /><br />There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.<br /><br />Love,<br />Mom.<br /><br />P.S : Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-87672764855110487202007-05-27T15:47:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:10.241+08:00My best Friend’s weddingWas dead busy and excited for the past few days preparing for my best friend’s Wedding. It was all over yesterday and today I just stayed at home trying to recuperate on the time I’ve lost for myself.<br /><br />This was the first time I ever got myself so engaged in a Malay style wedding preparation. There was so much to be done, the bunga telurs, cakes, cup cakes, table arrangements and much more. Nadya was so stressed up that she has fallen ill 3 days before her big day. She lost her voice and had a little fever, the weather was really bad.<br /><br />Her akad nikah was held on Friday and the bersanding ceremony was conducted yesterday night at Dewan Jublee Perak, Shah Alam. A total of 1,000 guests were expected and by Saturday noon the organising committee is seriously stressed up. The scheduled rehearsal was scrapped off and that leaves the MCs all confused on the flow of program. Well well, it ended well though not as well as planned. I was so hyper during both her akad nikah and bersanding ceremony that the photographer, Johan, keep shooting candid pictures of me. Most of them either fighting or plain laughing to ease the tension. I really have to filter through his collection before he hands over the pictures to the public. Darling, I need your help in this :P. We need to hunt Johan and Mary down...<br /><br />Well, here are some pictures taken from my N70…<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll-SKEHYLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Oe3tfTMM7ls/s1600-h/26052007582.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_aEHYGI/AAAAAAAAANs/t0w_hS9nFWM/s1600-h/26052007550a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221383864016994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_aEHYGI/AAAAAAAAANs/t0w_hS9nFWM/s320/26052007550a.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me and my darling just after the make over. I must say she looks faboluous this day. Nadya, our wish of you not needing to put on your 'tudung' was granted at the last minute. So happyyy...Muakz<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll-SaEHYMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RFpOBOCEwaw/s1600-h/26052007566.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221710281531586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll-SaEHYMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RFpOBOCEwaw/s320/26052007566.jpg" border="0" /></a> From left: CT, Wan, myself and Hana... Mas was missing in action<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll-SaEHYNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fbx1okdsvMw/s1600-h/26052007592.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221710281531602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll-SaEHYNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fbx1okdsvMw/s320/26052007592.jpg" border="0" /></a>The bride and Groom with the 5 'pretty' bridesmaid<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_qEHYHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xVAQP7sAN60/s1600-h/26052007557.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221388158984306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_qEHYHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xVAQP7sAN60/s320/26052007557.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me and my favourite lecturer, Pn Kamariah, such a wonderful women.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_6EHYJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X6uTYNO8-8o/s1600-h/26052007573.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221392453951634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_6EHYJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X6uTYNO8-8o/s320/26052007573.jpg" border="0" /></a> 5 of us again. We were so busy taking pictures everywhere and lucky to have the photographer following us around.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_6EHYKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hZ0OARM7hJU/s1600-h/26052007582.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221392453951650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rll9_6EHYKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hZ0OARM7hJU/s320/26052007582.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me, Kathy and Aisah with the newly weds. Lovely people I've met.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlmBBKEHYOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/u7U1onbMcno/s1600-h/26052007587.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069224712463671522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlmBBKEHYOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/u7U1onbMcno/s320/26052007587.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bride and Groom with the bubbly bridesmaids.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-22655120380099777582007-05-25T12:13:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:11.193+08:00Wreck SpecialtyVoila….<br /><br />Went for another diving trip again last weekend and this time we did our wreck specialty. What do I have to say? All wet fine FUN! Diving is seriously addictive and this is a diving year for me, I have been having one trip every month for the past 3 months and do hope that I can keep this record until the season closes. So diving buddies reading this, do keep me informed on any of your upcoming dive trips. I would love to tag along.<br /><br />In fact the trip last weekend was planned well in advance. We booked our flight tickets early January this year, and had only decided to take up wreck specialty months later. I still have not found the time to complete my dive log yet with unfilled RDP records.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmIKEHYBI/AAAAAAAAANE/n_Ug-LfCRqo/s1600-h/DSC04716.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068350720978673682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmIKEHYBI/AAAAAAAAANE/n_Ug-LfCRqo/s320/DSC04716.JPG" border="0" /></a>The interesting thing about this trip is that I got lost while visiting one of the best dive sites in Perhentian. Myself, Eddie and Joshua was too ignorant to listen to our instructor’s advise and bang!!! We missed Fish Heaven. However, thanked God that He did not call us back to his Heaven either * wink wink* The feeling of being separated from the group was freaky especially when we are not well verse with the dive site. Lost in the open water, what an experience. That was also the time, we felt that we really need to stay together, the other feeling that I very much treasure, we know we can’t afford to lose one another and we ascended holding onto each other. It was another form of bonding and that is why my best buddies are my diving buddies. Love them lots!!! But as usual, Yvonne loves to make fun out of any situation and I got my 2 buddies to take ‘lost’ pictures. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmIaEHYCI/AAAAAAAAANM/3ne5crFZ_wg/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068350725273640994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmIaEHYCI/AAAAAAAAANM/3ne5crFZ_wg/s320/DSC04717.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Above: me and Eddie.<br />Left: Joshua<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmIaEHYDI/AAAAAAAAANU/YxX_Ixpl5iY/s1600-h/DSC04799.JPG"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlqEeKEHYPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JZjgIYhF3dA/s1600-h/DSC04793.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069509984191471858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlqEeKEHYPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JZjgIYhF3dA/s320/DSC04793.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />5 of us at the Kota Bharu airport waiting for our 9.40pm flight home. It's a new airport and I'm really impressed with the condition of it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmI6EHYFI/AAAAAAAAANk/UL7h-DtKwyM/s1600-h/DSC04800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068350733863575634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RlZmI6EHYFI/AAAAAAAAANk/UL7h-DtKwyM/s320/DSC04800.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and my AOWD buddy, Cath... at the airport<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For more pictures, please refer to <a href="http://yvonneyong11.multiply.com/photos/album/6">Perhentian May'07 Album</a>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-60571384176997232752007-05-23T08:44:00.000+08:002007-05-23T09:01:50.943+08:00BlessedI'm feeling very much blessed at the moment. If anyone of you noticed that I'm putting on weight, YES. Indeed I am, HAPPILY getting FAT. This is life, we can never have the best of everything in anything. So have to make a choice and live with it. Muahaha... but it was never a choice for me to be Happy and Fat. Must lose the extra kilos soon... but how??? Hmmm... Since it'll be quite sometime I wouldn't be having my weekly ice creams and that would take a few hundred calories a week off my belt. That would be the first step towards my long postponed goal.<br /><br />Gosh… This is so not balanced, I need more exercise already if not the 'scale' would be tilted over to my side :( This cannot be. I'm NOT supposed to be the heavier one.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-77107484888577080632007-05-03T14:06:00.000+08:002007-05-03T14:22:32.220+08:00Children with Aids<strong><span style="color:#660000;">Message: Another dedication :-)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Whether life is like smooth journey on the highway or as rough as Off-the-road journey, it's entirely up to our perceptions. We could either see the glass as half full or half empty. Anytime, we find ourselves sturggling in life, why not we try to change the 'lenses' we are using. It's much easier and more efficient than changing the situation. Look at those around you, don't you realise that someone that complains everytime will keep complaining in everything that happens around them? Think about it. I have extracted the following article so that we know that even with the problems we currently see as huge as the sky, we are very much blessed compared many many others. Count our blessings dear.</span></strong><br /><br />Here's the story...<br /><br />When my parents were still alive, my brother Thearith, 7, and I were very happy. There were five members in my family -- my parents, my grandmother, my brother, and me. My parents took good care of us, fed us, bought us nice clothes, bathed us, and played with us.My mother was a farmer, while my father worked as a taxi driver. My brother and I spent most of our time with mother. One day in early 2004 my mother felt sick, and we brought her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her as being HIV-positive. Then all of us, including my father and brother, decided to have our blood tested … and we all received the same result.A few months later, my mother passed away.Since then, my brother and I followed my father everywhere in his taxi. In just a couple of months, my father’s health began to deteriorate, and he could no longer drive. He then applied for work at a local car garage as a mechanic. It was very hard work for him. His health dropped dramatically, to the point where he could no longer leave his bed. We brought him to stay and be treated in the hospital.My grandmother never came to visit us. She began to hate us, and said to me: “If your father is dying don’t ever bring him to die at my house, go die somewhere else.”<br /><br />My brother and I stayed in the hospital with Father. We had no money to buy food. One day, as I walked to the food court, <strong>I met a sugar cane juice seller who felt sorry for me and gave me some juice.</strong> A few days later, the doctor told me to get some medicine for him, but when I returned he had already passed away. It was just nine months after the death of my mother. After the death of my father, we could no longer stay in the garage. So my brother and I decided to come to my mother’s older sister’s house, hoping that she would accept us and let us stay. But when we arrived, she was not pleased with our presence. She did not allow her children to play or eat with us like before. She fed us leftover food even when she knew we were hungry. At night she made us sleep outside under the tree without mosquito nets. It was dark, and my brother and I were very frightened. My brother cried often, and Auntie chased us out of her house. We were skinny, dirty, and had itches all over our bodies. We were not allowed to use Auntie's water for baths.<br /><br />One day in September 2005 as my brother and I walked passed a snack shop in our village, a merchant asked me if I had any relatives who could help my brother and me. At that moment, I recalled having another auntie in Ponlei village of Kompong Chnang province. <strong>The merchant lent me her phone and dialed the number for me.</strong> As I heard my auntie's voice, I told her that my parents died due to AIDS. My brother and I had no food to eat and no place to stay. I told her that we were skinny and starving and asked her to come and pick us up. I was very weak at the time and tried to speak louder so she could hear me.<br /><br />Living with my auntie, my brother and I were well cared for. There were six members in her family -- her four children, her husband, and herself. As the breadwinner in the family, Auntie works very hard. However, the money she earned from vegetable sales at the market was not enough to feed the family. <strong>Even though she was poor and had four children to raise, she took good care of us as if we were her own children.</strong> I really love her. If I could make one wish and have it come true, I would wish to have lots of money to help improve Auntie's living conditions and offer some peace in her life. Now, I am in grade three. I am the first runner-up student in my class. In the future, I want to become a pilot. In my free time, I like to read books and color pictures. I participate in children’s club activities every month.<br /><br />Note: Those highligted phrases to evident that a little kindness, a small extension of a helping hand goes a long way :-)YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-62100503880033521912007-05-02T12:02:00.000+08:002007-05-02T12:02:33.834+08:00DedicationA close friend of mine had gone through a difficult year for the past 12 months. God has put her faith and the strength of her heart to great test. I wish I could do more for her but realised that there is actually nothing much to be done.<br /><br />She had already been told what I have to tell her, she had already prepared herself of situations what I could have told her.<br /><br />Since there is nothing much left for me to do, I wish to dedicate this post and song to her.<br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br />“Dear, always remember what doesn’t break us will only make us stronger. There are lessons learned from each step we take forward into the future. Always look at what we have left and not what we have lost. <strong>The past is history, the future is mystery, today is a gift and that is why the call it the PRESENT</strong>. Love you lots and wishing you be blessed with a never ending happiness and fulfilled life ahead. Muakz”</span><br /><br /><em>I've survived<br />So many things<br />From broken hearts<br />To shattered dreams<br />In every wall<br />I've found an open door<br /><br />I'd miss a step<br />I'd learn to dance<br />Come back again<br />With half a chance<br />Stronger than before<br /><br />There were times<br />I couldn't see<br />Beyond the blue<br />Inside of me<br />A thousand miles away from shore<br />But every moment<br />Every day<br />With every stepI find my way<br />Stronger than before<br /><br />I believe in miracles<br />I believe in dreams<br />Through the pain<br />I've come to know<br />How far the heart can reach<br /><br />A spark of hope<br />In sorrows place<br />Will shine<br />With such amazing grace<br />Stronger than before<br /><br />I believe in miracles<br />I believe in dreams<br />Through the pain<br />I've come to know<br />How far the heart can reach<br /><br />A spark of hope<br />In sorrows place<br />Will shine<br />With such amazing grace<br /><br />Stronger than before<br />Stronger than before<br />Stronger than before<br />Stronger than before</em>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-66219808906018536472007-05-01T19:58:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:14.138+08:00Diving- Lang Tengah 12 April 2007<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059565629948948082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwIjrh7nI/AAAAAAAAALM/DVBUbVW-q2w/s320/DSCF0656.JPG" border="0" />Was a little engaged last few weeks that I finally found time to update my blog on diving. Did my Advance Open Water certification last April and had great fun for that trip.<br /><br />Diving is fabulous and I had found another reason to love diving more than before. Been counting my days for the coming trips and yes, as of today, I still have 15 days before my trip to Perhentian Island.<br /><br />For my Advance Certification, we did 5 modules. Deep Diving, Peak Performance Buoyancy, Multilevel and Computer diving, Navigation and Night Diving.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7uI/AAAAAAAAAME/SjGDvkJCT1Y/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568125324947170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7uI/AAAAAAAAAME/SjGDvkJCT1Y/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /></a>Pic: From left. Adrian, Jim, Myself and Fred<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7sI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p3wPZHBkc6w/s1600-h/IMG_3540.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568125324947138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7sI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p3wPZHBkc6w/s320/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" /></a>Richard and his his OWD students for their first open water dive :) from the pic we have Wai Meng and Shen as fun divers and Siew and Yew Hong DMT for the trip.<br /><br />I just love diving at night (provided that nobody reminds me of the spooky stuffs at night). At night, the sea/ocean is so tranquil that the peace in it is just amazing. Imagine that your view is only limited to the area where your torch shines on. You wouldn’t be able to even see your buddy next to you. Everything is just completely dark and there are times I really felt very alone. Creatures at night are very different from those during the day time, the common creatures are crabs, shrimps, octopus, planktons. Yes, Planktons. There was once where we hid our torches and we realised that we were surrounded by luminous blue planktons. Just felt like being among the stars in the galaxy. Wish time had stood still then J. But like law of nature has installed for everything, the best /most beautiful things in life doesn’t last long, and I’m glad I had that moment. It’ll be the reason why I would go back to the sea for another time at night.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568129619914498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyaDrh7wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XauDMzmrmOo/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" />Having our dinner before the sun sets and we are off for our night dive.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjczFjrh7yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7Fx-AlIf0Gg/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568876944224034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjczFjrh7yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7Fx-AlIf0Gg/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /></a>Looking at my smile, you would be able to guess how interesting night dives are :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjczFjrh7xI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NdlYXso54oY/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568876944224018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjczFjrh7xI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NdlYXso54oY/s320/P1010057.JPG" border="0" /></a>Posing before getting on the boat. Gosh...I have to squad with this heavy tank. Thanked God I just had dinner.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rjc3jTrh71I/AAAAAAAAAM8/v3PCFFtYs_0/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059573786091843410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/Rjc3jTrh71I/AAAAAAAAAM8/v3PCFFtYs_0/s320/P1010080.JPG" border="0" /></a>All in the Boat<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568881239191362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjczFzrh70I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oBH9Dog_idQ/s320/P1010082.JPG" border="0" />Leaving off to the dark. I have to stress it again... Night diving is amazing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The other dives were as usual fun. Practice does make things better and after every dive, I get to enjoy more as I dive more. One of the reason why this trip is made special as I had my Sister, Michelle to tag along for her Open Water Certification. Looking at the joy diving has brought her, I'm glad we are both divers now. And for those whom I've infect the diving bug with, I'm so sorry. Sorry that you would now need to spend big bucks for the hobby. Diving is more addictive than drugs.<br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Q1Ax75nbRPY/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568125324947154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyZzrh7tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Q1Ax75nbRPY/s320/DSC04513.JPG" border="0" /></a> Upside down while doing boring safety stop. Look at the bubbles.<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyaDrh7vI/AAAAAAAAAMM/z8NsG2iTmMg/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568129619914482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcyaDrh7vI/AAAAAAAAAMM/z8NsG2iTmMg/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pre-dive briefing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwIjrh7oI/AAAAAAAAALU/aFtKs6r5ZMI/s1600-h/DSCF0659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059565629948948098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwIjrh7oI/AAAAAAAAALU/aFtKs6r5ZMI/s320/DSCF0659.JPG" border="0" /></a> Beautiful beaches and waters of Lang Tengah<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwJDrh7rI/AAAAAAAAALs/66EFV1B6RR8/s1600-h/DSCF0744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059565638538882738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwJDrh7rI/AAAAAAAAALs/66EFV1B6RR8/s320/DSCF0744.JPG" border="0" /></a>Posting after our morning Deep Dive. Great dive that day. Spotted tonnes of sharks and a semi-blotted puffer fish :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059565638538882722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RjcwJDrh7qI/AAAAAAAAALk/igg9lIO0zQM/s320/DSCF0739.JPG" border="0" />Boat ride back from Nibong Laut :)<br /><br />For more pictures, please refer to <a href="http://www.yvonneyong11.multiply.com">Lang Tengah Album</a>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-39985102888746700012007-04-03T14:12:00.000+08:002007-04-03T15:08:43.242+08:00Dedication: Everyday I love you<span style="color:#660000;">This is one of my favourite song...Beautiful indeed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>I don't know but I believe </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>That some things are meant to be </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>And that you'll make a better me </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>I never thought that dreams came true </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>But you showed me that they do </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>You know that I learn something new </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>'Cos I believe that destiny </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>And you'll never live until you love </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>With all your heart and soul. </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>It's a touch when I feel bad </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>It's a smile when I get mad </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>All the little things I am </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you<br />Everyday I love you boy </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>'Cos I believe that destiny </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>And you'll never live until you love </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>With all your heart and soul </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>If I asked would you say yes? </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Together we're the very best </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>I know that I am truly blessed </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>And I'll give you my best </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Everyday I love you</em></span>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-91534610216990433052007-03-27T22:40:00.000+08:002007-03-27T22:48:32.120+08:00ThoughtsRecently I have 2 friends that have confided in me that they are feeling rather helpless and stressed up with life. The up and downs of life is taking its toll. I very much feel helpless over the problems they are facing and with the fact that there is nothing much I can help other than to offer a listening ear and the comfort of friendship. I guess my previous experience as a counsellor and the experience of life itself is not enough for me to give them the advice they very much needed. This has created some level of stress within me as I am too undergoing some stress from work and life itself. *sigh*<br /><br />I really hope that I can cheer my friends up. Any suggestions?YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-21361836019793415612007-03-22T10:47:00.000+08:002007-03-22T14:17:08.729+08:00Believe It Or Not...Continued...<ol><li>No word in the English language rhymes with month. </li><li>Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously. </li><li>On average, people fear spiders more than they do death. </li><li>One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the '30s lobbied against hemp farmers, they saw it as competition. </li><li>Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older. </li><li>Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. </li><li>Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do. </li><li>Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump." </li><li>Some lions mate over 50 times a day. </li><li>Starfish haven't got brains. </li><li>Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand. </li><li>The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. </li><li>The average human eats eight spiders in their lifetime at night. </li><li>The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. </li><li>The cruise liner, Queen Elizabeth 2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns. </li><li>The electric chair was invented by a dentist. </li><li>The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. </li><li>The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. </li><li>The most common name in the world is Mohammed. </li><li>The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with. </li><li>The name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan." </li><li>The Pentagon, in Arlington, Virginia, has twice as many bathrooms as is necessary. When it was built in the 1940s, the state of Virginia still had segregation laws requiring separate toilet facilities for blacks and whites. </li><li>The sentence, "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the English language. </li><li>The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896. Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes. </li><li>The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. </li><li>The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. </li><li>The word racecar and kayak are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left. </li><li>There are two credit cards for every person in the United States. </li><li>TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard. </li><li>Women blink nearly twice as much as men. </li><li>You are more likely to be killed by a Champagne cork than by a poisonous spider. </li><li>You can't kill yourself by holding your breath. </li><li>You share your birthday with at least nine million other people in the world. </li></ol>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-82130414938917304502007-03-13T15:01:00.000+08:002007-03-13T17:17:30.575+08:00Diving<div align="left">Most of my Diving buddies are blogging away on their excitement over the reopening of the dive season. Reading their blogs on the upcoming dive trips and their newly bought equipments is great as I’m also extremely excited about it :p<br /><br />The silky white sands, crystal clear waters, abundances of marine life, indescribable feeling of floating in the water, great sense of serenity, feeling the changes of underwater pressure and temperature, descending to the unknown not knowing what our next encounters are, the underwater macro life, colourful corals and many other inexpressible, indefinable feelings that are beyond words. Most important for me, my customers would not be able to reach me by my cell phones *Muahaha* A total cut-off from the busy and stressful world above the sea level. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">It would take a diver or someone that has experienced the experience to understand the real pleasure of diving. This is also the reason why divers will always feel very much connected to each other and they will never run out of topics to talk about. Not to mention that we depend very much on each other deep down under. Horay... I'm going back to sea. Miss my 'friends' and buddies lots :)</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br /><strong>"I can only think of one experience which might exceed the interest of a few hours spent under water, and that would be flying in the blue sky"</strong></span></div>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-75712163202874062002007-03-13T10:20:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:15.921+08:00Thean Hou TempleSis Ivy will be leaving Malaysia this Thursday, hence 2 siao women decided to go around to snap some last minute pictures. Here are some funny ones.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3H7O4_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SsQFujXsr0Y/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041228775024419826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3H7O4_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SsQFujXsr0Y/s320/P1010028.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sis Ivy's Zodiac animal, the Rabbit<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3X7O5AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4hQFLrgIlzA/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041228779319387138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3X7O5AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4hQFLrgIlzA/s320/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /></a> Us within the Dragon's body<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3X7O5BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Wr0PJ8o_uQ/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041228779319387154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3X7O5BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Wr0PJ8o_uQ/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /></a> We are supposed to share the same opening but Sis Ivy refused to move and allow me inside the mid-hole. We almost ended up fighting :p<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3n7O5CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3zi4or92eiY/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041228783614354466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3n7O5CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3zi4or92eiY/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me on the Tiger. Gosh..it's not easy to climb up the body indeed, my rock climbing practices did help out a little. So climbing buddies, stop complaining bout my climbing habits k. Sis Ivy attempted but failed, hence resorted to putting her hand into the tiger's mouth instead (Below) . Muahaha<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3n7O5DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r0ixtOjI-No/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041228783614354482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYK3n7O5DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r0ixtOjI-No/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMon7O5HI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LAbFI5p25wk/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoX7O5GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/II1GU_u6mgw/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041230720644605026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoX7O5GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/II1GU_u6mgw/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We thought, imitating the Rooster would be funny, and did our part. Sis Ivy somehow looks more like the pig. Muahaha<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoX7O5GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/II1GU_u6mgw/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoH7O5EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3QSUAb-LiyU/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041230716349637698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoH7O5EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3QSUAb-LiyU/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoX7O5FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bO0sy-yzS1w/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041230720644605010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYMoX7O5FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bO0sy-yzS1w/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sis Ivy and Myself with our respective favourite/ most loved Zodiac *wink wink*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'll be missing her lots espcially won't be around to see her off. MuakzYvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-68145736703286354252007-03-12T11:32:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:17.601+08:00Family RecipeLast Saturday, my family did another round of Yong Tau Foo from my late Grandma's recipe. It wa tedious as we have to wake up early in the morning to get the ingredients from the market. Not the mention that we slept quite late the night before cos we were busy Yakking away, catching up on gossips. Wohoohhooo, finally this time I get to be the chef and mastered the recipe.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb5X7O5II/AAAAAAAAAKI/-WKbKJn3uoM/s1600-h/10032007478.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247505376797826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb5X7O5II/AAAAAAAAAKI/-WKbKJn3uoM/s320/10032007478.jpg" border="0" /></a>We bought altogether 23 Bitter Gours, 8 Brinjals, lots of Lady Fingers, Taufoo and some red chilles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb537O5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/c6LNDuLrBYw/s1600-h/10032007479.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247513966732434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb537O5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/c6LNDuLrBYw/s320/10032007479.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The raw meat paste made of fish paste, pork, salty fish, fried shallots, onion leaves, salt and oyster sauce as seasoning.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcSH7O5OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_ZBRgTlxHW0/s1600-h/10032007484.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247930578560226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcSH7O5OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_ZBRgTlxHW0/s320/10032007484.jpg" border="0" /></a> My 2 cousin brother helping out to stuff the meat paste into the bitter gour.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcRn7O5NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f8HGkdiLdxY/s1600-h/10032007483.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247921988625618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcRn7O5NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f8HGkdiLdxY/s320/10032007483.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a>Stuffed unfried tau foo, and bitter Gouard (Below)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcT37O5PI/AAAAAAAAALA/0b2lizeIAUE/s1600-h/10032007485.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247960643331314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYcT37O5PI/AAAAAAAAALA/0b2lizeIAUE/s320/10032007485.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb6H7O5KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YWrSpthLhtE/s1600-h/10032007480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247518261699746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb6H7O5KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YWrSpthLhtE/s320/10032007480.jpg" border="0" /></a> Some of the ready food, there is another pot in the kitchen.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb6X7O5LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oKhOrcqjq1k/s1600-h/10032007481.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247522556667058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb6X7O5LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oKhOrcqjq1k/s320/10032007481.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb637O5MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NS0zxTb2ptU/s1600-h/10032007482.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041247531146601666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/RfYb637O5MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NS0zxTb2ptU/s320/10032007482.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ready to be eaten<br /><br />It was a whole day's work from the early morning and guess it'll be quite sometime before I'll want to do this again. But anyway, there is no better feeling seeing your family members enjoying food we have prepared and it's all worth the effort. That is also why I enjoyed cooking so very much.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-50367121441817245512007-03-04T17:56:00.000+08:002007-03-04T12:17:18.611+08:00Global WarmingCarbon dioxide and other gases warm the surface of the planet naturally by trapping solar heat in the atmosphere. This is a good thing because it keeps our planet habitable. However, by burning fossil fuels such as coal, gas and oil and clearing forests we have dramatically increased the amount of carbon dioxide in the Earth’s atmosphere and temperatures are rising.<br /><br />The vast majority of scientists agree that global warming is real, it’s already happening and that it is the result of our activities and not a natural occurrence.1 The evidence is overwhelming and undeniable.<br /><br />We’re already seeing changes. Glaciers are melting, plants and animals are being forced from their habitat, and the number of severe storms and droughts is increasing.<br /><br />If Global warming continues at this rate, we can expect the following to happen very soon…<br /><ul><li>Deaths from global warming will double in just 25 years -- to 300,000 people a year.</li><li>Global sea levels could rise by more than 20 feet with the loss of shelf ice in Greenland and Antarctica, devastating coastal areas worldwide.</li><li>Heat waves will be more frequent and more intense. </li><li>Droughts and wildfires will occur more often.</li><li>The Arctic Ocean could be ice free in summer by 2050.</li><li>More than a million species worldwide could be driven to extinction by 2050.</li></ul><p>There is no doubt we can solve this problem. In fact, we have a moral obligation to do so. Small changes to your daily routine can add up to big differences in helping to stop global warming. </p>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-3885566278916112062007-03-03T10:57:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:18.501+08:00Crisis in Darfur, Sudan<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPBYzYNnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LU7JzHkwIZs/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035674218610046578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPBYzYNnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LU7JzHkwIZs/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">The conflict in Darfur dates back to early 2003 when black Africans from Darfur rebelled against the country's Arab Muslim leadership demanding improved infrastructure in the region, proceeds from oil wealth and a power-sharing government. The Sudanese government retaliated by sending in government forces to quell the rebellion. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The government also reportedly organized and supplied the Janjaweed militia to combat the rebels. </div><div align="justify"><br />The main rebel groups involved in the conflict are the Sudan Liberation Army/Movement, or SLA/M, and the Justice and Equality Movement, or JEM. Both groups have demanded equal representation in the government and an end to the economic disparity between black Africans and Arabs in Sudan. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPbYzYNsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9TdzVJLO_B4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035674665286645442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPbYzYNsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9TdzVJLO_B4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify">The violence in the mostly arid desert region has driven millions of Darfur villagers from their homes. Most are in disease riddled refugee camps in Darfur while some have fled to crowded camps in neighboring Chad. </div><div align="justify"><br />The U.S. Agency for International Development has characterized the crisis in Darfur as the "worst humanitarian crisis in the world today."<br />Few aid agencies have been able to penetrate the region because of the violence. Those that have gained access report alarming scenes of starvation, disease and mass killings. </div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPBozYNpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MeJJrJYTktI/s1600-h/hilite_portage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035674222905013906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPBozYNpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MeJJrJYTktI/s320/hilite_portage.jpg" border="0" /></a>An estimated <strong>180,000</strong> people have died and <strong>2 million</strong> have been displaced in the ongoing humanitarian crisis in the Darfur region of western Sudan where militias have targeted civilians in attacks the United Nations warns could rival the 1994 genocide in Rwanda in which more than 800,000 people died. "The people of Darfur are suffering a catastrophe -- terrible crimes have been committed against them," U.N. Secretary-General Kofi Annan has said. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035674669581612754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReJPbozYNtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rnEj21NoEvM/s320/Darfur.3.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The killings of mostly black African Muslims have been blamed on an Arab militia known as the Janjaweed. Like their victims, the Janjaweed are Muslim, but are accused of ethnic atrocities, including burning and destroying villages in parts of Darfur and of slaughtering men, women and children.<br /></div><div align="justify">Human rights groups and refugees also accuse the militia of mass rape, characterizing the situation as ethnic cleansing and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genocide">genocide</a>.</div>YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601758.post-74437282276877846352007-02-25T21:44:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:59:21.217+08:00Last day of the Dog's yearFinally had time to post something on the New Year celebration. We had our reunion dinner at Tai Thong restaurant, manage to get a room for 2 tables with karaoke facilities and had a waitress to ourselves. Food was just alright (but the bill was ehmm....darn expensive), and there was quite some lag time in between dishes. We were alright with the waiting as we had the karaoke system and some dancing around to keep almost all of us occupied.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBEQozYNhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v1A_v-Jm5zU/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035099436021724690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBEQozYNhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v1A_v-Jm5zU/s320/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The United family :) Mummy was holding the camera. She was in the other picture. Uploaded this picture as I thought I look better in this :p<br /><br />We were screaming on top of our voices especially to a few hit songs. Among the few songs that attracted some unwanted attention from guests seated outside was Thanks Monica-Leslie Cheung, I will Survive, and God of Prosperity. We realised that we were extremely noisy, when those of us that left the room for the restrooms were given some weird stare from the people outside. Phew... knowing that, I held all my 'calls' and wait for the dinner to end before making my one and final exit from our room door, and yes, people were indeed staring. They should really sound-proofed the rooms.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035099440316692002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBEQ4zYNiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l6fZi4x8w08/s320/P1010200.JPG" border="0" />Daddy, Mummy, Mei and myself. Love them lots.<br />For your information, this is the best smile my Daddy can give in a picture. Every year, Mummy had to almost beg him for pictures.<br /><br />As usual, the 2 crazy sisters had conducted the 'party' well. My Mei is gifted with a good voice so she sang most of the songs, her elder sister i.e. myself entertained the crowd with the gift of the gap. There were so much laughter that we could hardly hear anyone talking. The rule is - If you want to be heard, don't talk, SCREAM or YELL<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeIzYNjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dcXFLIqdWm4/s1600-h/17022007455.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035101866973214258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeIzYNjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dcXFLIqdWm4/s320/17022007455.jpg" border="0" /></a> Most loved Daddy and Mummy.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeozYNmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EQDTU9bmEdo/s1600-h/P1010206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035101875563148898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeozYNmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EQDTU9bmEdo/s320/P1010206.JPG" border="0" /></a>My 'Tai Ku' and her childrens. Sis Ivy (First from left) had just arrived from Ireland the day before and we went to the airport to get this 'tai siu cheh'.<br /><br />She has been eating non-stop from the hour she arrived. It only makes me wonder whether there are food over in Ireland. She must have starved helfself much over there.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeozYNlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lg7mH4nq2q4/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeozYNlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lg7mH4nq2q4/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035101875563148882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeozYNlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lg7mH4nq2q4/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /></a>4th Uncle busy serving everyone wine and brandy. It's his trick to hold the bottle so he's in control and others won't be able to make him drink. Anyway, we were playing so hard that everyone was semi-drunk at the end of the dinner.<br /><br />Together in the picture were his wife and my two naughty cousin brothers.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeYzYNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e7JjOcmR4qI/s1600-h/17022007456.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035101871268181570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X-BfsQxmJPw/ReBGeYzYNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e7JjOcmR4qI/s320/17022007456.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our 'Yu Sang' hmmm... nice<br /><br /><br />It was a 3+ hour dinner and we all left with full stomach heading towards my home for our 'game' session.<br /><br />Couldn't post any of those pictures as every picture has some 'illegal activities' captured.YvonneYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303461244806939187noreply@blogger.com2