<?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-8555727969974578876</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:56:05.765+08:00</updated><category term='SS2010'/><category term='reading'/><category term='UN'/><category term='big day'/><category term='Lynelle'/><category term='bags'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Melaka'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Dolce'/><category term='environment'/><category term='Spring Summer Collection'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='luck'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='fortune'/><category term='trip'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='life'/><category term='confuse'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='DG'/><category term='Severn Cullis-Suzuki'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='what to wear'/><category term='menswear'/><category term='Public Relations'/><category term='study'/><category term='family'/><category term='pain'/><category term='chaos'/><category term='fun'/><category term='project'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='LV'/><category term='Burberry'/><category term='work'/><category term='Gabbana'/><category term='Mizz Nina'/><category term='homme'/><category term='activist'/><title type='text'>The LCLY Zhumau</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging almost everything, anything under the sun! As long as I find something interesting, I will blog about it, well, mostly about my encounters with people, interesting issues, work, communications, fashion and beauty, as well as, nature... happy reading... :-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-6016228844087621883</id><published>2011-06-01T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:59:46.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>I just realized, I forgot about blogging!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-6016228844087621883?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6016228844087621883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=6016228844087621883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6016228844087621883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6016228844087621883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2011/06/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-7739608333737549343</id><published>2010-05-01T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:07:08.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menswear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabbana'/><title type='text'>Dolce &amp; Gabbana Menswear Spring Summer 2010 HQ  Fullshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;D&amp;amp;G SS 2010 - Menswear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look closely at the prints and bags! I love those bags! Shopping for bags is definite! Very close with LV yo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Scr1xiDGvUI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Scr1xiDGvUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Scr1xiDGvUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to see Fall and Winter's collection 2010! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-7739608333737549343?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7739608333737549343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=7739608333737549343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7739608333737549343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7739608333737549343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/dolce-gabbana-menswear-spring-summer.html' title='Dolce &amp; Gabbana Menswear Spring Summer 2010 HQ  Fullshow'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-5535846109098197284</id><published>2010-05-01T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:59:12.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to wear'/><title type='text'>Burberry Spring Summer 2010 Menswear Full Show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love everything about Burberry... look at the bags! It's to die for! I am gonna get one (one fine day!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/kSI_SCY92Jg/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSI_SCY92Jg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSI_SCY92Jg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next is D&amp;amp;G SS 2010 Homme!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-5535846109098197284?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-1520230541209360743</id><published>2010-05-01T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:53:22.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Summer Collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to wear'/><title type='text'>John Galliano Spring Summer 2010 Menswear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;John Galliano SS 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I am not a big fan of JG, but his collection for SS 2010, caught my attention... check it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WdmPM4WVXUU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdmPM4WVXUU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdmPM4WVXUU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still very much like Burberry SS 2010, in my next post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-1520230541209360743?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1520230541209360743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=1520230541209360743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1520230541209360743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1520230541209360743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-galliano-spring-summer-2010.html' title='John Galliano Spring Summer 2010 Menswear'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-6303180847574706030</id><published>2010-05-01T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:40:36.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mizz Nina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Labour Day: A real lazy day for me!</title><content type='html'>Gosh! Lazy is the word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what, chilling at home... and do some reading, is not as bad as having traffic jam in KL, especially on Labour Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yBPgY4pFG8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yBPgY4pFG8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I gotta work a little, gotta play a little catch up. A cup of coffee, reading my books, finishing up my work... I kind of like it... what's more? I had a very good sleep with the help from Givenchy Homme (I am truly a sucker for perfume!) and... listening to Mizz Nina, featuring Colby O'Donis: What you waiting for (listen it at: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-YgivJNlWA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-YgivJNlWA&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-6303180847574706030?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6303180847574706030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=6303180847574706030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6303180847574706030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6303180847574706030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/labour-day-real-lazy-day-for-me.html' title='Labour Day: A real lazy day for me!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-5241096770801031188</id><published>2010-04-30T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:18:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>浜崎あゆみ / Don't look back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this is amazing! Can't wait for her all-new album! AAAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Qn3sI4OFn_k/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn3sI4OFn_k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn3sI4OFn_k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-5241096770801031188?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5241096770801031188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=5241096770801031188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5241096770801031188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5241096770801031188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-look-back.html' title='浜崎あゆみ / Don&apos;t look back'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-902425289517983813</id><published>2010-04-29T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:58:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and Work... How do you define it?</title><content type='html'>This is not new... however, the meaning of "friendship" can be very different for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to define friendship, but there is so much of influence factor. However, one incident, totally change the whole meaning of friendship for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want to think about it. It keep daunting and haunting me at nights; I want to forget about it. But, to forget about it, isn't it a bit sad? After all, it was "part of my life" and all those laughters and tears will be wasted, if I just forget about it. No regret though. I believe that I didn't do something to deserve to be treated this way. It's OK. I tell myself each day, "Be strong; be true to myself." I hope I can be strong. I don't really define it now. Why put so much meaning to something seems so fragile? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work:&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I think I am a bit burn out. However, I learn that, I appreciate "me-time" more. Water. Water do lots of amazing stuff! I love swimming. Calm me down. The "feeling" of water on the skin, give me such an amazing power to wind down! And, jogging! Run and let everything out! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have to say, I am still proud of myself, still love my job and passion still burning HIGH! Ah! Great! How do I define work? Three words: Passion, Life, and Excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel &amp;amp; Study: I will definite plan a trip, either to Taiwan or BKK. For sure! And, hopefully, I will be able to continue and further my studies. Weird, I still wanting to study, Human Communications, duh! Lame, huh? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for now. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-902425289517983813?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/902425289517983813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=902425289517983813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/902425289517983813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/902425289517983813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-and-work-how-do-you-define.html' title='Friendship and Work... How do you define it?'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-4817270409450842586</id><published>2010-03-11T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:47:08.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Tired but satisfying...</title><content type='html'>10 March: Big Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! It's done and over with! I am damn proud of everything... Nice nice nice! Tired. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth it. I can see we all put a lot of effort to make things happen! You know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet meaningful, I must say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone, especially those who work on this project. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is all I need now (BUT I can't! :-S Haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-4817270409450842586?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4817270409450842586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=4817270409450842586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4817270409450842586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4817270409450842586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired-but-satisfying.html' title='Tired but satisfying...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-7581046942278330965</id><published>2010-03-06T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:17:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror, horrible state of mind and "irrelevant" facts...</title><content type='html'>6 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Sitting comfortably here... in Starbucks, listening to Whitney Houston, feeling rather relax and "in the mood" for anything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no-where, this group of student, came and sit next to my table, open their lecture notes and start talking rubbish. I sound rude? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As communications student, who cannot differentiate and the rise of social media and conventional media, I find it a bit "shocking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of the questions that I come across, where student totally get it wrong; (Just to share with people... there's reason why Google is important, including Wikipedia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do organizations need PR?&lt;br /&gt;2. What's PR?&lt;br /&gt;3. How can social media, impact PR?&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the use of NR?&lt;br /&gt;5. Is photos important for PR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the questions above, is not hard, yet not easy, but one should be able to answer it. At least try, just don't give nonsense and your own perspective of, how things should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-7581046942278330965?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7581046942278330965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=7581046942278330965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7581046942278330965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7581046942278330965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/03/terror-horrible-state-of-mind-and.html' title='Terror, horrible state of mind and &quot;irrelevant&quot; facts...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-142208490141438354</id><published>2010-02-17T02:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:16:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Things In a Different Light: Me as Tourist</title><content type='html'>16 Feb 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Me as tourist at my hometown. Hmmm. How does it work?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Take a camera and look around with a blur face expression and be amazed by everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Not for me. I know this land where I am standing (or rather sitting as I am in my room now), for more than 26 years. I wanted to re-discover my hometown, in order for me to refresh my memories and getting new experience, of living in my own hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to do, so after my dinner, I went to pick up my cousin. That dinner with my mom and family, which is another round of re-union dinner, but this time more like a "thank you" dinner and appreciation for my family. Not a bad restaurant but they can do much better I think. I waited 1 HOUR for my dinner. I almost walk out of the restaurant, just that I can't as my family is with me. Gosh! Otherwise, everything is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438911671959951874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rlWVvmGgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HoLjQtIqTpc/s320/DSC_3641.JPG" /&gt; [Together with Charles &amp;amp; Joel (the naughty one), at the place where I used to call home.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I picked up my cousin, Susan. 3 of us went round. Initial plan was to go Sampan but in the end, we end up at Jonker's Street. Yupe, we went round looking for food and drinks, and decided that Geographer's Cafe is stil our choice. After that we continued to walk around and went straight to have some Satay Celup. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438912088348516322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rluk6XX-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SvhAC6-ELgk/s320/DSC_3643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[I like this lattern a lot, very "olden days" feel, but I am not sure what was written.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438914149104573346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rnmh05W6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/V_NxxQsxMXE/s320/DSC_3800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[I really like the red lattern decorating the whole of Jonker's Street, very "CNY".]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438912891384836626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rmdUdJMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-ablwuG63QM/s320/DSC_3690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Some of the stuff sold @ Jonker's Street. Which I find some, quite bearable and pretty, the rest, please find a dustbin and throw it away. Matter of fact, I have new glasses!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438914447841040082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rn36tOFtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Yt8tEl9YJ7k/s320/DSC_3807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[The door and deco is simple and nice! Straight to the point. :-D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, because my bro havent really eaten anything, we went for Satay Celup. Super nice too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438915674272536354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3ro_ThRlyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L5vsf-jPF78/s320/DSC_3818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enjoying Satay Celup, re-discovering my hometown, through FOOD! Hahaha! And, I like my new spec!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zhumau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-142208490141438354?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/142208490141438354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=142208490141438354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/142208490141438354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/142208490141438354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/02/seeing-things-in-different-light-me-as.html' title='Seeing Things In a Different Light: Me as Tourist'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3rlWVvmGgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HoLjQtIqTpc/s72-c/DSC_3641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-3581287182085307843</id><published>2010-02-16T13:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:53:30.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day &amp; 2nd Day of CNY - 14 &amp; 15 Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>1st Day &amp;amp; 2nd Day of CNY - 14 &amp;amp; 15 Feb 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3oqlAgmlZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MoVhepuSSoU/s1600-h/mini-DSC_3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3oqlAgmlZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MoVhepuSSoU/s320/mini-DSC_3253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438706315283568018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like Lynelle, the first day of CNY is all about sleep sleep sleep, eat eat eat, and watching drama series... hahaha! Some call this indulgence, but I call this, laziness. But no harm being lazy momentarily. Therefore, I did almost nothing on the first day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had real good time on the second day of Lunar year. My family went over to my relative home and as usual, almost the whole clan were there. Yes, indeed, it was really great to see everyone, and it's a wonderful feat as we manage to do something meaningful; lighting up the "wish lattern" and took (quite a number of) family portrait! Some of our relatives is not in there, but at least most of us is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most happy to see most of my "batch" generation there. My cousins, oh, how much I miss them, a lot! There's so much ground to cover, although at times, we had some moments of "speechless", possible as we didnt meet with each other for "time too long to remember", we met once a year, BUT I truly believe, we are all very happy to see each other, to cure our "miss sickness" and talk about our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More happy for me is that we went our for a movie. Needless to say, we are the loudest crowd Dataran Pahlawan ever had, in GSC. First thought, movie is such a lame "idea" but matter of fact, it is very cool. We never really had "movie time" ever. Therefore, for me to have a "movie time" with my closest cousins is really a "real deal"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3oukKRiPOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n1mWFFSMWZg/s1600-h/DSC_3558_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3oukKRiPOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n1mWFFSMWZg/s320/DSC_3558_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438710698771365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[We should do this more often. Come to think again, once a year wasnt that bad either. I need to be realistic. Haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CNY, I happy that I am able to meet with my relatives, although it's once a year, but I make it worth while for me. Also, this CNY, it refreshed me of my past, which is good, kept me true to myself and remind me of my family culture and "norm &amp;amp; standard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards &amp;amp; happy chinese new year,&lt;br /&gt;zhumau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-3581287182085307843?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3581287182085307843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=3581287182085307843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3581287182085307843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3581287182085307843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-day-2nd-day-of-cny-14-15-feb-2010.html' title='1st Day &amp; 2nd Day of CNY - 14 &amp; 15 Feb 2010'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3oqlAgmlZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MoVhepuSSoU/s72-c/mini-DSC_3253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-4935885743359991674</id><published>2010-02-13T23:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:08:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve... the "pre-day" to chaos and hectic schedule...</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year... 13 Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437750494965060386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bFQ8WY0yI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1cQjKN1Ez8s/s200/26af3784ccca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the year of Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start my journey after midnight. With my hometown friend &amp;amp; of course, needless to say, the little monster (she sits behind), we drove back. The journey is a pleasant one (thanks to the very HOT bath I had, and I decided not to take the flu/fever medicine, it make me feel dizzy) and I am smart enough to put newspaper where the little monster are, she vomit 3 times! Gosh, with my "dog" experience, I think I am smart enough to put and prepare lots of newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited as I knew I will be able to enjoy my fave Teo Chew Loh Ack (Teo Chew Braised Duck), which may take 4 to 6 hours to complete. Finally, it's my dad who did it, I didn't "go down to kitchen". I just become the "assistance" and help to eat. Reunion dinner is a BIG thing for my family, at least, for my dad (which is a good thing, seems like it's the only time we can sit down and eat together as a family). I was quiet during the dinner, but it doesn't mean I am not happy. I don't know why or what, I just eat quietly. Maybe it's the hot weather, maybe. But I think maybe it's because, I am "old" or somehow reach a point where it's an obligation to be here, however, I appreciate the "opportunity", so I am able to have a time to dine and somehow "chat" with my dad and brother. It's should be a happy thing, since my dad did most of the cooking, why should I be moody, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437752496986504834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bHFedfvoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_oJ-piJZ6eg/s320/DSC_2912.JPG" /&gt;[The Famous Teo Chew Braised Duck, using my family's "formula"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Earlier, I was at my uncle place for Reunion lunch with my mom. My uncle pull out and hang this 2 to 3 metre long red fire cracker. Well, I am excited! It was very loud! Good to have it, to start the year! I like. Lucky thing, no one really live at that area, so it's quite safe to have it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437751884014629554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bGhy9nMrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q3_5oAKf84g/s320/DSC_2854.JPG" /&gt;[Uncle is going to "light" up the "pao"... Yeah!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437752101069317058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bGubje48I/AAAAAAAAAFU/VgsMmPRSl2s/s320/DSC_2936.JPG" /&gt;[Yumiko &amp;amp; Lynelle: Ko is about 3 to 4 times bigger than Nelle. OMG!]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, yes. Yumiko finally meet up with Lynelle. Thank goodness, both of them work out well, and, to my surprise, Yumiko like her quite a bit. Not too bad, and yes, Lynelle was jumping up and down. I think she is excited to have a dog bigger than her and play around bigger dogs, as she seems "rough" when playing with smaller dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437751609996182258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bGR2KhgvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Uutg7aW9eA/s320/DSC_2836.JPG" /&gt; [I like the blue sky and the "tiang" reminded me of, "connecting with people".]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took the shot when Lynelle was taking a "sun bath" after her bath. I saw this tiang and sky, immediately I went to take my camera and took it. It remind me of why I am here, to stay connected with my friends and family, no matter what, how far or distant we may be. And, it's new year, the time of the year, where we put family and friends priority and the rest, behind us. End of the day, we tell those we meet during this time, "Remember to call me!" or "Keep in touch!" and sometimes, "I am so happy we met up, we should do this more often!", therefore, this photo, says a thousand word to me, which represent and reflect why we are here, to be with our friends and family members, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone, who is reading this; Happy Chinese New Year and have great wealth, health, and happiness! Have a GREAT "Grrrrr" year ahead! Happy Tiger Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437751202927169282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bF6JttTwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HhzA0K-N8kc/s320/DSC_2119.JPG" /&gt;[I look outside, searching for new hope, leaving those bad memories behind. I want start a brand new year with brand new hope and mountain high confidence (well, I always have it, I know.) and of course, new excitement in life. And, to find something so precious now, I want to further explore into this new "adventure".]  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zhumau&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/8555727969974578876-4935885743359991674?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4935885743359991674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=4935885743359991674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4935885743359991674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4935885743359991674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-eve-pre-day-to-chaos-and-hectic.html' title='CNY Eve... the &quot;pre-day&quot; to chaos and hectic schedule...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S3bFQ8WY0yI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1cQjKN1Ez8s/s72-c/26af3784ccca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-6639542925342854262</id><published>2010-02-05T08:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:06:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynelle &amp; Me (inspired by Marley &amp; Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tuHzFSXNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3AEsndQjZQ/s1600-h/marley3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434558455603158226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tuHzFSXNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3AEsndQjZQ/s200/marley3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Feb 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. The title says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley, the super cute doggie turn monster (yes...), with its destructive talent, reminds me of my dog, Lynelle - I sense that she is turning to become a destructive monster machine. Gosh! How?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With her capability to run fast and strongly build body... destruction seems to be her nickname soon. Haha! I hope she is not that destructive, otherwise it's going to be a very painful experience to my beloved wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much more of her that I haven't get the chance to understand. Maybe time will help a bit. I sound like a father, worry sick about her daughter. Hmmm, Lynelle is such a big girl now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tr-G_3NII/AAAAAAAAAEU/JKZHfHWGQh4/s1600-h/IMAG0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tr-G_3NII/AAAAAAAAAEU/JKZHfHWGQh4/s1600-h/IMAG0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434556090127168642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tr-G_3NII/AAAAAAAAAEU/JKZHfHWGQh4/s200/IMAG0815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Lynelle and her very unusual pose!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-6639542925342854262?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6639542925342854262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=6639542925342854262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6639542925342854262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6639542925342854262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/02/lynelle-me-inspired-by-marley-me.html' title='Lynelle &amp; Me (inspired by Marley &amp; Me)'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2tuHzFSXNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3AEsndQjZQ/s72-c/marley3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-9012977665735921412</id><published>2010-01-29T00:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:34:48.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuse'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning... Year 2010...</title><content type='html'>29 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a long time! I didn't UPDATE anything at all! Gosh! I am so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile, I think I should update my blog more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Cameron Highlands to start my year... 2010~! With my juniors and seniors. It was fantastic! One of the most exciting and inspirational experience I ever had. I regained some "conciousness" and "realization", at least, some confidence. Seeing my juniors, made me realized, that everything is possible, as long as you have hope and the courage to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431841857746440018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2HHY_cTD1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XxlYoKnO6fc/s320/DSC_0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It help me to reflect what I did and help me to clear my way, and be ready to embrace the future. A good start. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431844416993012898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2HJt9YOrKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K20yqlcbxu0/s320/DSC_0962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things I wanted to do, one of them, to further my studies, but I am not sure how commited I am to start and will I ever, complete it? Ah! Time to ponder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, things are moving fast, and will be even faster. Guess what? I plan to make blogging, something more serious, putting more effort to it. End of the day, blogging may able to help me to, well, reflect myself at the time (of writing), I like to read my previous posting and say, "Gosh, I felt that way? What was I thinking?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 28th Jan, something interesting happened. Someone I cared about long time ago, mysteriously "appear" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like, stumble upon, I don't know what I was thinking, I click on that person's nick and start to type some greeting to that person and we chatted for a good while. And I felt shocked and this person gave me quite a few surprising answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe my feeling then. However, I know for sure, it didn't hurt me as much as previously. I lost something, someone, somewhere, somehow. Where did it when wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, human are, indeed, fragile. Emotionally hampered creature, eh? BUT, I was told, human has strong mental and emotion, well, maybe it doesn't apply to everyone I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now listening to some slow, beautiful, yet sad songs. Should I be sad or be disappointed? Both or none? Maybe, none, I didn't felt speechless for a long time already. Is this bad or good? Maybe not so good for me. I keep telling myself, "It's OK. It's alright. It's not a big deal." And I think, I can survive this through. Just like the song; I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. Love this song a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never posted Lynelle's pics here. I will post and touch on Lynelle from time to time. She is such a babe, but can be very naughty at times! I still miss Baby, from time to time, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431837852337229378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2HDv2IUzkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tE3DqegiTPg/s320/DSC_1027.JPG" /&gt;[I am Lynelle Nozomi, I am here to accompany Leo!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Lynelle is about 3 1/2 months now. But she is HUGE! Must be the food intake, large quantity! Haha! She is taking Science Plan and she can now RUN, very fast! Damn, I can't even catch her sometimes! :-) And, SHE LOVE MY BED, well, I can use some love from her though! She is such a good alarm clock! She will wake me up at around 6 or 7am each day. Kill me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotta go now. She is sleepy (just the same for me!) and she is eyeing on my bed again *sigh*!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regards,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-9012977665735921412?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/9012977665735921412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=9012977665735921412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/9012977665735921412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/9012977665735921412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginning-year-2010.html' title='A New Beginning... Year 2010...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/S2HHY_cTD1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XxlYoKnO6fc/s72-c/DSC_0733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-1949193304852549082</id><published>2009-11-29T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:27:43.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><title type='text'>Melaka, unpredictably the land of chaos…</title><content type='html'>27 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 3 alphabet that I can uttered when I reached Melaka is… OMG! (Oh My Gawd!) It’s Hari Raya Haji and Melaka is flooded with people like me, going back hometown, but mostly, tourists, regardless of race or age, Melaka seems to be “the place to be”. All the activities line-up for tourists (did I mentioned about the MITC YES! Sales? 500 over expo counters offer products at discounted price!) amd so many things to do here in Melaka, but most importantly, FOOD! Gosh… Melaka, a FOOD haven! Thank gawd for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind my ranting about the “jam tersumbat”… (killing traffic) and the “ever lasting” wait at traffic lights (and so many of them!), I am excited that I am finally back to Melaka to visit my parents and most importantly, my Grandmama! I have not see her for a very long time, I miss her a lot… she just lay down on the bed all day long, everyday, bedridden that is… nothing much the doctor can do… (I wonder why…), so I wanted to spend time with her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach Melaka around 8pm, and went back home to drop down things, go straight to MITC, and me being dumbfounded, by the expo there… so many things to buy! You name, it’s there! From furniture to automatic gates, electrical items to vitamins, and from credit cards to fragrances, from foods to textiles, everything is there! What really strike me to make a stop is the 2G Sony MP3 player, selling at RM55 per unit (10 units available only) and start to sell at 9pm sharp. When I was there, I already saw the line as long as dragon… ($&amp;amp;%$%^&amp;amp;*) and there goes my MP3 player… (never mind…)! I end up buying nothing, anyway, I was there to catch up with my mom, she is there, on duty for her company... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I went to my relative place, with my mom, apparently one of my relative passed away, and I am there to pay my respect, burial ceremony is the next 2 days. I am very surprised, as this is something I least expect to happen, I said nothing and sit down at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my relative (which I presume not very close with) came to our table and chit-chat with my mom and others, and suddenly asked; “whose son is this?” and I point my finger to my mom, he nodded. And the next question he asked make everyone stop for a moment and look at me, “What do you do?” and I guess my answer raise everyone’s eyebrows, “I am in PR (Gong Quan – is the han yu pin yin like this?)” and he commented: Well, there’s a lot type of PR, what kind of PR?, me being sarcastic (I can’t help it when I heard that there is many kinds of PR, what is he trying to imply?!?!?!), and I said: “There is ONLY 1 kind of PR, I don’t know what kind of PR you mean, but definitely not those kind of PR you know of or used to…”, and guess what, my face is burning and my mom asked me not to be rude as he of my senior, and I decided to shut up and since it’s someone’s passing, I decided not to make a scene (darn!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached back at home with my mom, the only thing that really excite me is to “korek” all those old stuff and photos with my mom… at one point, I felt that she is even more excited than me! Believe it or not… She keep saying “this is you, so cute!” and after I looked at the photo, I will say “That’s not ME! That’s my brother! Mommy, I can’t believe it! You cannot differentiate US?!?!?!”… we had a good laugh though… my mom is so HOT! And my dad’s photo is there too! I had the loudest laugh! Imagine those bob hairstyle, trumpet pants and BIG glasses! Gosh, there is more and more that we can korek… but we agreed that it’s too late already, we are all tired and slept after that! I definitely STILL think I am CUTEST! I told my mom, “I am so cute! I am cute, STILL” and we all chuckled! I will need to take the pics with the camera first... much in need of sorting out the pics before I can share it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah! I SLEEP damn well~! (^^) and I woke up at 11am! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brunch with my mom and hurried over to my grandmama… As usual, she and her subtle nod of head to acknowledgement my present there with her (I think she nodded, after I kept asking her, DO YOU KNOW WHO AM I??? Hello?!?!!? This is your most adorable and most handsome GRANDSON!!! Nod your head if you agree!!!), well, at least my grandmama agree with the statement. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had bedsore and her back wasn’t really coping well to regenerate new skin growth but the least, some cream and treatment to help her restore the sore spots. I am saddened by this but it didn’t dampened my day, all that matter is my grandma know I am there and I am just simply grateful that she is alive, another simple reason for me to be alive as well. It is almost a year already, it all happen last year, 13th December. So this coming 13th December, it will be a year that my grandmama is bedridden. How I miss her, talking to me, listen to her fuming her dissatisfaction on this and that, nagging me on my future, how my hair should be, short and neat (she hated my long hair), and her constant reminder of how cute am I when I am still a baby and she took care of me, and of course, how naughty I am (I thought I was a good and innocent boy~!) and many other “reminder” from her! I miss all this now, she can’t even open her mouth to just call me “Ah boy…” – I miss that too… :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4 hours to look into my work things and went back to my mom place to prepare for her “belated birthday party”… promised to bring her out for a celebration… there goes my $$$! But for her, it’s ok-lah! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!?!?! If you want to get a place for makan (regardless where it is), you need to call and make reservation! NOBODY told me that and I didn’t know I need to do so! Damn it! We went Bei Zhan and got “kick off” (details next post)… and end up at a restaurant near Jonker St, not too bad lah! Phew… at least my mom is ok with it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409237420986426402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SxF4xmelZCI/AAAAAAAAADI/IfWGB4bI9Ag/s320/IMG_6762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with my cousins and had a joyous “reunion”… hehe! We drop at Geo and had a few round of drinks and head to DreamBox (to sing of course!) and had a “yelling” session! Release sial… My cousins can really SING! Woohoo!!! I writing all this in the next post… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have time to write blogs now… pretty glad… a way for me to channel my “expression”… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;The LCLY…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-1949193304852549082?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1949193304852549082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=1949193304852549082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1949193304852549082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1949193304852549082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/11/melaka-unpredictably-land-of-chaos.html' title='Melaka, unpredictably the land of chaos…'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SxF4xmelZCI/AAAAAAAAADI/IfWGB4bI9Ag/s72-c/IMG_6762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-3600764764490981106</id><published>2009-06-23T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:07:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Macau &amp; HK....</title><content type='html'>OMG... After waiting for 1 year.... finally.... I can go Macau and HK.... woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I am supposed to sleep at 12am and I am still wide awake and sweating.... geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much, did most of my reading, only planned to read it on plane and now... the one thing I can do is to UPDATE my blog and watch youtube: I was hooked on this: Shounen Onmyouji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQWwIy7D39g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQWwIy7D39g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;  this is episode 19.... cool "protector" slaying some nasty demons... nyek nyek nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaargh.... maybe I should continue to watch more... muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be on "How to Apply for PASSPORT (or renew)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz I just went through the whole process.... gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off...&lt;br /&gt;zhumau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-3600764764490981106?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3600764764490981106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=3600764764490981106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3600764764490981106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3600764764490981106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-macau-hk.html' title='Going to Macau &amp; HK....'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-8552683314498078606</id><published>2009-05-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:16:01.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Severn Cullis-Suzuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Severn Cullis-Suzuki: The Little Things We Do, to Harm Earth, Our Home....</title><content type='html'>I was reading I.M mag and come across this person, Severn Cullies-Suzuki... if you are a person who care about earth and environment, [and don't mind reading a long article... ]read on to find out more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severn Cullis-Suzuki.... Also known as "The Girl Who Silenced the World for 5 Minutes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is what I found in Wikipedia (I love Wiki, don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severn Cullis-Suzuki (born November 30, 1979 in Vancouver, Canada) is an environmental activist, speaker, television host and author. Born to writer Tara Elizabeth Cullis and geneticist and environmental activist David Suzuki, she has spoken around the world about environmental issues, urging listeners to define their values, act with the future, in mind, and take individual responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cullis-Suzuki was born and raised in Vancouver, Canada. While attending Lord Tennyson Elementary School in French Immersion, at the age of nine, she founded the Environmental Children's Organization (ECO), a group of children dedicated to learning and teaching other youngsters about environmental issues. In 1992, at the age of 12, Cullis-Suzuki raised money with members of ECO, to attend the Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro. Along with group members Michelle Quigg, Vanessa Suttie, and Morgan Geisler, Cullis-Suzuki presented environmental issues from a youth perspective at the summit, where she was applauded for a speech to the delegates. The video has since become a sort of viral hit, popularly known as "The Girl Who Silenced the World for 5 Minutes". In 1993, she was honored in the United Nations Environment Program's Global 500 Roll of Honor. In 1993, Doubleday published her book Tell the World (ISBN 0-385-25422-9), a 32-page book of environmental steps for families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cullis-Suzuki graduated from Yale University in 2002 with a B.Sc. in ecology and evolutionary biology After Yale, Cullis-Suzuki spent two years traveling. Cullis-Suzuki co-hosted Suzuki's Nature Quest, a children's television series that aired on the Discovery Channel in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early 2002, she helped launch an Internet-based think tank called The Skyfish Project. As a member of Kofi Annan's Special Advisory Panel, she and members of the Skyfish Project brought their first project, a pledge called the "Recognition of Responsibility", to the World Summit on Sustainable Development in Johannesburg in August 2002. The Skyfish Project disbanded in 2004 as Cullis-Suzuki turned her focus back to school and enrolled in a graduate course in the University of Victoria to study ethnobotany under Nancy Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severn Cullis-Suzuki. (2009, April 20). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 03:10, May 16, 2009, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Severn_Cullis-Suzuki&amp;oldid=285027844&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more, inspiring piece from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Can't Wait... &lt;br /&gt;By SEVERN CULLIS-SUZUKI  &lt;br /&gt;(taken from: http://www.time.com/time/2002/greencentury/engeneration.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Sunday, August 18, 2002; 7:31 a.m. EST&lt;br /&gt;When you are little, it's not hard to believe you can change the world. I remember my enthusiasm when, at the age of 12, I addressed the delegates at the Rio Earth Summit. "I am only a child," I told them. "Yet I know that if all the money spent on war was spent on ending poverty and finding environmental answers, what a wonderful place this would be. In school you teach us not to fight with others, to work things out, to respect others, to clean up our mess, not to hurt other creatures, to share, not be greedy. Then why do you go out and do the things you tell us not to do? You grownups say you love us, but I challenge you, please, to make your actions reflect your words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke for six minutes and received a standing ovation. Some of the delegates even cried. I thought that maybe I had reached some of them, that my speech might actually spur action. Now, a decade from Rio, after I've sat through many more conferences, I'm not sure what has been accomplished. My confidence in the people in power and in the power of an individual's voice to reach them has been deeply shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I've seen some improvements since Rio. In my home city of Vancouver, most people put out their recycling boxes. The organic grocery and café on Fourth Avenue is flourishing. Bikes are popular, and there are a few gas-electric hybrid cars gliding around. But as this new century begins, my twentysomething generation is becoming increasingly disconnected from the natural world. We buy our drinking water in bottles. We eat genetically modified organisms. We drive the biggest cars ever. At the same time, we are a generation aware of the world—of poverty and social imbalance, the loss of biodiversity, climate change and the consequences of globalization—but many of us feel we have inherited problems too great to do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, the world was simple. But as a young adult, I'm learning that as we have to make choices—education, career, lifestyle—life gets more and more complicated. We are beginning to feel pressure to produce and be successful. We are learning a shortsighted way of looking at the future, focusing on four-year government terms and quarterly business reports. We are taught that economic growth is progress, but we aren't taught how to pursue a happy, healthy or sustainable way of living. And we are learning that what we wanted for our future when we were 12 was idealistic and naive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are not cleaning up our own mess or facing up to the price of our lifestyles &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Today I'm no longer a child, but I'm worried about what kind of environment my children will grow up in. In Johannesburg the delegates will discuss the adoption and implementation of documents by governments. Yes, important stuff. But they did that at Rio. What this meeting must really be about is responsibility—not only government responsibility but personal responsibility. We are not cleaning up our own mess. We are not facing up to the price of our lifestyles. In Canada we know we are wiping out the salmon of the West Coast, just as we wiped out cod from the East Coast, but we continue overfishing. We keep driving our SUVs in the city, even though we are starting to feel the effects of climate change—a direct result of burning too much fossil fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real environmental change depends on us. We can't wait for our leaders. We have to focus on what our own responsibilities are and how we can make the change happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before graduating from college last spring I worked with the Yale Student Environmental Coalition to draft a pledge for young people to sign. Called the Recognition of Responsibility, the pledge is a commitment from our generation to be accountable and a challenge to our elders to help us achieve this goal and to lead by example. It includes a list of ways to live more sustainably—simple but fundamental things like reducing household garbage, consuming less, not relying on cars so much, eating locally grown food, carrying a reusable cup and, most important, getting out into nature. (For the full text, go to www.skyfishproject.org.) Three friends and I will take the Recognition of Responsibility to Johannesburg, where we will meet with South African students and then present the pledge to the World Summit as a demonstration of personal commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the 10 years since Rio, I have learned that addressing our leaders is not enough. As Gandhi said many years ago, "We must become the change we want to see." I know change is possible, because I am changing, still figuring out what I think. I am still deciding how to live my life. The challenges are great, but if we accept individual responsibility and make sustainable choices, we will rise to the challenges, and we will become part of the positive tide of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My View:&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when we read, any article about environment and global warming, we just nod our head and say... "Yalor... so hot", "True, True...". There you go... full stop. [...] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just dont take a bit of action. Nodding in agreement but no action in taking effort to make this place, where we live a better place, needless to say, battered with other issues, crime and "wars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making excuses and irrelevant remarks, "Other people can do it lah..." and "I dont have time lah...", show how much irresponsible we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, not everyone can or given such opportunity to make an impact like Severn, but, as the saying goes "charity begins at home" (I remember trying to do something for the community at my hometown, I was the Interact Club President then, but, my guru besar have a different opinion, before we can do anything for the community, do and care for the school first... I was puzzled but I agree with him after all, why push and help others when my school then is like a "tong sampah" and I didnt even do anything to educate my fellows schoolmates...), meaning; we can do those little things starting at home, office and even, "your own car".... some people just have problem keeping their car clean... garbage and "kotak minuman" everywhere.... Tissue papers at every corner of the car.... yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, try something easy and start with something you are comfortable with... we just need some effort and, a little time management, and a pinch of "energy" to do it... [Leo: I am starting to clean my room and putting all those recyclable stuff in a box.... OMG... it's a lot... damn it...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media should continuous to highlight and push for this kind of story, dont just stop and highlight it for "5 mins...": 60 Hours can do better, and I hope it is bigger and better next year.... ya know, human just need lots of reminder... (don't we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nike tagline: Just Do It... start something rather than wait.... Do It Babe! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: You can search for video on youtube... her speech is.... "Inspiring...." (I can't post her pic here.... don't know why... will try to post it later though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-8552683314498078606?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/8552683314498078606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=8552683314498078606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/8552683314498078606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/8552683314498078606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/05/severn-cullis-suzuki-little-things-we.html' title='Severn Cullis-Suzuki: The Little Things We Do, to Harm Earth, Our Home....'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-5512602265174151633</id><published>2009-04-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:39:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Baby Passed Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SenjVzGGmkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rZ_-6zTLWi4/s1600-h/IMAG0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326037997974886978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SenjVzGGmkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rZ_-6zTLWi4/s400/IMAG0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ever since Baby passed away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has never been so lonely... Couldnt help but to "imagine" Baby still there... at every corner, Baby seems to be there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week is the worst... so I thought... No... It is not the first week that is the worst...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matter of fact, every moment is so hard to "face"... It is not easy for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember, just a few days after Baby passed away... I was sitting alone in the living room and as usual, I will call out for Baby... but "reality" slap hard on my face... as this time, the different is, there is no movement, that Baby is coming towards me, no "Baby's Bell" heard, and Baby not sitting beside me, looking sweetly at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby.... as usual, sleep beside me every night before going down to her own "Baby Corner"... Suddenly, my bed felt so "huge and empty"... I had never felt my cozy bed being so... "empty..." and needless to say... I cry myself to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at times when I drive home, near condo, I will think "Wat should I feed my Baby tonight?" or "Baby must have hate for coming home so late..." and... I realized, my brain is "imagining" things... I am so used to having these thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also remember that I wrote to my housemate to announce Baby's RIP, as follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear My Beloved Housemates….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be surprised when you come home tonight and Baby is not around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beloved BABY had peacefully passed away…. (maybe she did struggle a bit la… according to receptionist and etc there…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed away, ten days after her 5th Birthday. I am extremely sad and indeed, I had no choice but to let her go… She had left us a lot of wonderful and sweet memories… I will always have her in my heart and I hope she left a good impression to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to doctor, it could be bacterial infection and her white cells are extremely high, hence the body couldn’t really fight back. I believe she had done her best. I am relieved that I had the opportunity to see her for the last time yesterday, she struggle to turn her head and look at me, which I believe, is the answer to all this. I am deeply grateful that she is with me all this while, to go through with me, the high and low of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cremated her and will be back her urn tomorrow noon, her urn will be with us, and I will put her urn near the altar (if this is OK with all of you). It is sad to watch her being cremated but it leave me no choice. I wanted to include all of you but I know you guys are busy and working, which is understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I will be working again, starting tomorrow. And it is today, be a memorable day for us, 24th February 2009, the day we mourn to celebrate the love of mankind to “Man’s Best Friend” and to rejoice that it is because of “Man’s Best Friend”, that our life is such a wonderful one and with them, it is easier for us to go through the rocky mountains of life. With this, I thank you for all the help and love shown to my beloved BABY and of course, BABY love us, I truly believe so… May she rest in peace…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---~~~---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even bought a self-help book, to help me get over this sad chapter of my life; "They Don't See What I See: How to Talk with Loved Ones Who Have Crossed Over" by Ruth Berger; and I remember &amp;amp; I quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: What happens after a person dies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A by Dr. Wu: After a person dies, their soul hovers near the body for seventy-two hours. Often the soul gives the messages of love and encouragement to the survivors to help them face the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ring a bell. The night (or rather early morning) Baby pass away, I felt Baby was around, which is weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wake up, my towel is on the floor, and as usual, Baby will go to the towel, arrange it a bit and sleep on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, because I thought it is Baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "Baby, dont sleep there la! Later my towel dirty le..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that, I total wake up and look at the towel, to my disappointment, nothing there... BUT, believe it or not... I felt Baby was there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that morning... around 12pm, the vet called to inform me the bad news... I was calm as I did suspect something was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... it was easier for me as my boss and colleagues is supportive... I took half day and cremated Baby... and the "towel" incident is Baby's special way of saying goodbye or giving me some encouragement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I recalled in the clinic was me cleaning up Baby's body and hair... I keep telling the doctor that my dog is very clean and hate to look like this.... I think I scared the vet a bit... He was helping me cleaning my dog... He must be thinking I am crazy.... I couldnt remember whether I cried... I guess I did... for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, one day before all this happen, during lunch time, I went to see Baby... she was so weak and... sleeping... I went close to her and touch her, caress her slowly, give her some encouragement, and she try very hard to open her eyes and turn her head to me... I couldnt take it and cry...begging her to recover... my heart just so felt so pain... so... helpless.... that was the last time I saw her... and was... the last time she see me also... (cry...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder she try so hard... as though she know is "going" and that was the last time we will be together... I just cant stop thinking this sad part.... her eyes... conveyed her pain and love to me at the same time... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At cremation, right before the person cremate my dog... He asked, "Are you OK? Are you ready to let her go?", I couldnt recall whether I nodded or shaked my head but he proceed... The FLAME was consuming Baby... I break into tears... BUT... it was for the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day... Baby's urn is back... as promised... It is now beside the altar... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is stupid, but, I still "feel" and miss Baby a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... I dont think I can have another dog... I have put so much of LOVE for Baby and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am still not ready for another dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe sometime in the future but not now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE BABY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326038245114865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SenjkLw3aAI/AAAAAAAAACY/YrDTcVGbSHM/s400/IMAG0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby and her favourite towel...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326038504830351810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SenjzTR3OcI/AAAAAAAAACg/DWMSSb0OxKw/s400/IMAG0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in Peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gogo Love You... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-5512602265174151633?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5512602265174151633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=5512602265174151633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5512602265174151633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5512602265174151633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-baby-passed-away.html' title='Since Baby Passed Away...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SenjVzGGmkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rZ_-6zTLWi4/s72-c/IMAG0539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-4694392972893225227</id><published>2009-02-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:16:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is hospitalised... OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaargh.... Baby is hospitalised le... i am so upset.... cant help to think, why those i love and close to me seems to.... ... ... ... what the hell happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope Baby is ok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305562541890321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SaElBZL9vFI/AAAAAAAAABw/F6keRS-cCx8/s400/IMAG0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cant help but to tell her, "Please survive this for me... I love you Baby..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SaElPIx7zAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZuXWq01bxM/s1600-h/IMAG0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305562778004343810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SaElPIx7zAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZuXWq01bxM/s400/IMAG0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at her... she seems so.... weak... and i cant help but to cry... aaargh.... hope she is OK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave me this "dont leave me" look when i was about to leave the clinic, i just cant help it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so sorry for her.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a good owner for her... :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-4694392972893225227?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4694392972893225227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=4694392972893225227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4694392972893225227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4694392972893225227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-is-hospitalised-omg.html' title='Baby is hospitalised... OMG...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SaElBZL9vFI/AAAAAAAAABw/F6keRS-cCx8/s72-c/IMAG0539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-3416195204330655330</id><published>2009-01-21T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:02:05.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><title type='text'>Amazing facts about me and the world, on my birthday!</title><content type='html'>On my birthday (about 25 years ago), my mother had a hard time giving birth to a son (that's me!) and guess what my birthday has to tell me! Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 25 January 19xx which was a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Tuesday under the astrological sign Libra.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp4" target="_blank"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune cookie reads: It takes more than good memory to have good memories.  (I dont really like this...)&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 &amp;amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 &amp;amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Carly Schroeder (1990)&lt;br /&gt;Wynton Marsalis (1961)&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Claude Van Damme (1960)&lt;br /&gt;Martina Navratilova (1956)&lt;br /&gt;Pam Dawber (1951)&lt;br /&gt;Laura Nyro (1947)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Ditka (1939)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald (1939)&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Wells (1938)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Boyle (1935)&lt;br /&gt;George C. Scott (1927)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry (1926)&lt;br /&gt;Melina Mercouri (1923)&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Helms (1921)&lt;br /&gt;Anita O'Day (1919)&lt;br /&gt;Lotte Lenya (1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top songs of 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Every+Breath+You+Take+Police%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Every Breath You Take by Police&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Billie+Jean+Michael+Jackson%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Billie Jean by Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Flashdance+Irene+Cara%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Flashdance by Irene Cara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Say+Say+Say+Paul+McCartney+%26+Michael+Jackson%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Say Say Say by Paul McCartney &amp;amp; Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=All+Night+Long+Lionel+Richie%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;All Night Long by Lionel Richie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Total+Eclipse+of+the+Heart+Bonnie+Tyler%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Down+Under+Men+at+Work%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Down Under by Men at Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Beat+It+Michael+Jackson%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Beat It by Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Islands+In+the+Stream+Kenny+Rogers+%26+Dolly+Parton%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Islands In the Stream by Kenny Rogers &amp;amp; Dolly Parton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Baby%2C+Come+to+Me+Patti+Austin+%26+James+Ingram%26_encoding=UTF8" target="_blank"&gt;Baby, Come to Me by Patti Austin &amp;amp; James Ingram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.61095890410959 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!) - I think my dog will be happy to know this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky day is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet(s) is Venus.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition sign is Aries.&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is Maple,&lt;br /&gt;Independence of Mind&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary person, full imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-respect, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, many complexes, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 339 days till Christmas 2009!&lt;br /&gt;There are 352 days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing gibbous. (I am sorry but what again?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.org/BirthDay.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.org/BirthDay.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log on and check your birthday!!! It is really cool!!! The one you are reading is only part of the info given... try it!!!! very interesting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-3416195204330655330?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3416195204330655330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=3416195204330655330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3416195204330655330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/3416195204330655330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-facts-about-me-and-world-on-my.html' title='Amazing facts about me and the world, on my birthday!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-5966855326893855419</id><published>2008-11-24T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:31:41.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Relations'/><title type='text'>Public Relations: Not As Simple As You Had Thought...</title><content type='html'>October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Relations: Not As Simple As You Had Thought... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Leo H (Me!)&lt;br /&gt;Class of August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public relations (PR) which is considered a new industry by many people, has now evolved and grown in importance for many organisations. This is a fact. Sadly, PR is ignored by many organisations, even by big corporations that play a very important role in generating growth in the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let us try to understand the definition of PR and its role in an organisation. Many people, even scholars, find it hard to interpret and define PR. Until today, countless definitions have been generated to help people understand this industry and the nature of a PR practitioner's job. In the end, only a few of them-particularly the ones that meet the academic requirements-are adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are unaware that public relations was once called publicity or even simply known as "an act of hype". It is believed that PR started when human beings began to communicate and influence each other. Case in point, Ivy Ledbetter Lee who was recognised as one of the earliest-if not the first-PR counsellor who managed to improve the Rockefeller family's public image in the face of many labour issues. By using his many tactics, Lee managed to turn the negative aspects of the situation into positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I had learned (and am still learning), PR is not "go tell a story" and should not be handled in an ad-hoc manner. My lecturer taught me that PR is about RACE (research, analysis, communication and evaluation), but I did not actually realise the true meaning of each element then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elaborate. Many people think that research is a waste of time, but if you do not do the research first, you may well be wasting even more time, planning and scripting things that you may not even use. Research, in brief, is for one to understand the issues or situations that need to be addressed. So, even a little bit of research will help. It is a process of collecting information which may lead to insight into what one did not know before, such as identifying your audience, pin-pointing problems and defining messages, and to a certain extent, preventing crises from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then can one proceed with proper planning to achieve the stated objective-in other words, getting the answer to the question: "how do we achieve it?" This involves mostly strategy, tactics and budgeting to achieve the said objective. Next is communicating the message to the appropriate audience, by drafting a suitable message and working on the best way to communicate it through, i.e., to execute what has been planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not, however, end the PR process by just executing the communication. We evaluate the whole process, assessing it in an unbiased and neutral way, in order to know where to improve. It is like working on an art piece-one needs to know where to add and when to stop. With each project, we need to know what went wrong and which area to improve. Through assessment, we gain more in-depth knowledge that we can use later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working in the industry, I finally grasped the meaning of the four elements of RACE when I whispered to myself, "Oh! How true..." I never fail to remind myself that I am there but not quite there yet; but this is a good thing and it means more room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;When I related my experience in the industry to one of my acquaintances, he asked me, "Isn't it boring to be in this industry and repeat what you do?" His remark did not surprise me. One may not understand what we PR practitioners do, but it never appears to be repetitive for me. Perhaps, the process might be long, but it is never repetitive as each and every project and campaign have different requirements and they always challenge your limits to ensure that the communication efforts work for the organisation or clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR presents a logical and sensible solution for delivering all communication requirements by addressing issues faced by the organisations that we represent so that our clients can grow and prosper. And on top of everything else, all this has to be conveyed strategically and in a well-planned manner to achieve the stated objectives. One has to be well prepared, body and mind (and maybe even soul), in order to take up this ever challenging and stressful role of a PR practitioner. Well, for me, it is the passion that drives me to go further. It took some time for me to realise this, but I am happy that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I go home with a smile on my face, in cheerful spirits and feel contented with what I had achieved, and everyday is a brand new day. Things are much easier now, for sure, with so much support and encouragement from my superior and colleagues. Needless to say, teamwork makes things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;About the writer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo H, completed his degree in Public Relations in 2007. His strong interest in communications spurs him to further his studies. He also has experience in the hospitality and retailing industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is actively engaged in many talk and dialogue sessions conducted by students to create awareness and a better understanding of the diversity of PR and communications in Malaysia. &lt;a href="mailto:leonardbpr@(P/S"&gt;(P/S&lt;/a&gt;: If you still dunno who that is... Hint for you: That's me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-5966855326893855419?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5966855326893855419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=5966855326893855419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5966855326893855419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/5966855326893855419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/public-relations-not-as-simple-as-you.html' title='Public Relations: Not As Simple As You Had Thought...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-2312016095172520269</id><published>2008-11-24T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:25:23.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Relations'/><title type='text'>Overcoming the FEAR of Public Speaking and Presentations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overcoming the FEAR of Public Speaking and Presentations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: you walk into this room where 15 people wait in anticipation of your presentation, and they include some of the top management who are your potential clients, You are there to present a pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or imagine this, you are waiting outside a room for an interview, and if you nailed it, you are hired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the little voice in your head starts asking these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What should I say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will they ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I truly prepared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your body starts to shiver and your hands are sweating. Without realising it, you are breathing heavily, and guess what, you have butterflies in your stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is safe to say that everyone has his fair share of this scary experience. This is FEAR - Fear of presenting and speaking in front of a group of people. Although some naturally do not possess this fear, most people do, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, it is good that you have this FEAR! If you can turn this into something positive, eventually you will be able to overcome it. Do you want to know more? Read on...&lt;br /&gt;The solution is the word FEAR itself, discover how the word can help each of us, to conquer our very own fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, find out what causes you to be afraid. Yes, facing reality is the point. One must be able to learn to overcome fear by admitting one's weakness. By understanding your fear, you can overcome it. Start by asking yourself some questions, "What am I afraid of?", "How can I then overcome it?", "What can I do to make this presentation better?", "If this does not work, what will happen?"By doing this, you actually realise that you will be able to find answers to it and this process can help you to identify both problems and solutions. Just be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evaluate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this phase, you weigh the pros and cons of the solutions and come out with the best answer to overcome the problems. At the same time, you will be able to realise how you can actually improve your presentation or how you can present yourself at the interview. Take for example, realising that your fear is that your presentation is too long or boring. Try making it short and brief, fill it up with some visuals that can help your audience to understand it better. Practise KISS (keep it short and simple). You may also be afraid that you may make some blunders during the presentation (who does not anyway?). Address it immediately, "I am sorry for the mistake, it was unintentional", and move on with the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are aware of your fear and have solutions to it, ACT on it immediately, do not wait. If you have a trembling voice or merely afraid that you may forget some key points during presentation, the best solution is to practise, even with the slightest time given. If you have more time, practise in front of a mirror. As you are talking, look at yourself in the mirror, and when you are comfortable, move on by presenting it to your friends or family members. Have more interactions with them. In this way, you will be able to learn how to control your audience and, at the same time, control your trembling voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Response&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be able to help yourself to improve your presentation skills and interactions with your audience, do not be afraid of getting feedback and response from your audience. Your audience knows best, as they are the ones who are listening to you and will be able to give feedback on your presentation. Take note of all the feedback, regardless of whether they are negative or positive. Fine tune and improve on your weaknesses with a positive mindset, and keep those good points of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next tip is to understand your audience. This is crucial, so as to make sure that all the key messages are clearly understood. One must know whom they are speaking to. By knowing who they are, you will be able to be more prepared, be it contents of your presentation, or presentation style, intonation and even your length of presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are speaking to a large crowd of children, make sure there is a lot of informal interactions and interesting visuals as they lose interest very quickly. If you are speaking to your superior, avoid using strong words, like "in order to improve our performance in the next fiscal year, let's do this...", instead, use words that are polite, formal and less dictating, such as "we may explore a few ways to improve our performance in the next fiscal year", "please feel free to suggest in this discussion" and "we may start with the first suggestion which is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to improve and enhance one's presentation and public speaking skills, but there is no express way to do it. Lame as it is, practice makes perfect, and I could not agree more with Micki Holiday in his book, Secrets of Power Presentations, "know your stuff, know whom you are stuffing, and know when they are stuffed." With this in mind, the next time you are preparing for a presentation, what better way to remind yourself than to use this tip: Be prepared, know your audience and stop when necessary, without overdosing them with too much of information. As they always say, "just nice will do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more important than to practise and be prepared. Nothing beats that. Everyone has his or her first time. I had mine. Enjoy and happy presenting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-2312016095172520269?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2312016095172520269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=2312016095172520269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/2312016095172520269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/2312016095172520269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/overcoming-fear-of-public-speaking-and.html' title='Overcoming the FEAR of Public Speaking and Presentations'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-4449063687992156889</id><published>2008-11-10T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:36:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is around 12am – when I picked up my cigarette pouch, pick up the 2008 Lilian Too’s Feng Shui “guidance”, went straight to my balcony, where I usually do my reading, and also the place I can glance KL city when I need to… The more I was reading this amazing book, I realized I was afflicted by emotion tsunami and confused, it’s like, this month is good, some loop holes here and there the next month and I ran to my room, pick up the 2009 “Guide Book” by the Toos… and halfway through, my brain and arse is like united into one junk – I gave up reading it… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882744648050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SRe583xhpsI/AAAAAAAAABU/zLdH7fO86k8/s320/002000200168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It may make me depressed and horribly awful; well, it’s because I am too lazy to understand further, which goes what and years, directions and bla bla bla… it’s just me! No offence… haha! I decided to end my last cigarette and go straight to the room and what else can I do in my BEDROOM? SEX is the thing – no no no… it’s actually SEX and the City! Whoa hoo! I think that’s the best to do when your brain and arse is like ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be quite random – once I continue the drama series, the chapter is about: you and your EX… to summed it up, this phrase from Carrie fits best;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t help but wonder: Can you be friends with an Ex?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I saw another wave of emotion tsunami and it striked me; unprepared. Damn it… I hate question. I hate the answer too. To me… it’s quite simple, I tried it out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s simple; you can be friends, but you won’t feel the same anymore – worse still, if you have an intercourse (oops, I am being so polite, sex is the word) before, it’s worse… damn it, don’t you just hate this? I don’t really hate it, but it’s just that I sort of got over it and leave it behind me. I can’t help but to agree with SATC – sometimes, it’s not why you are not the one, it’s just they may not run as fast like you do… Well, I am sort of wild horse running wild in Kuala Lumpur… (hold on a minute – I am not that wild; I am a LAMB running wild on the streets of KL…) – gotta sleep now… I want to have a good dream!!!! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: I posted this blog in the morning, not at the point of me going to sleep… too tired… LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zhumau :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-4449063687992156889?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4449063687992156889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=4449063687992156889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4449063687992156889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4449063687992156889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-around-12am-when-i-picked-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SRe583xhpsI/AAAAAAAAABU/zLdH7fO86k8/s72-c/002000200168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-6833256364677892740</id><published>2008-11-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:06:47.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and The City - OMG! It's so funny! More SEX please!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes! I watched the movie (and yes, pirated one!) - and I have to admit, I love it! Well, I cant help but to go and buy the complete series and watch it...!!! It's so freaking funny!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266393974356763298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SRX9asjK4qI/AAAAAAAAABE/S_wEh04LFRs/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whether it is New York or Kuala Lumpur, some of the scenes and story in there, that applies across culture, religions and geographically, may I add, sexual preferences - gay, not gay, lesbian, not lesbian, heterosexual, bisexual, and whatever in between. It's all about (well, NOT just about SEX!!!); women in their late thirty-plus-going-40s-and-soon-50++, all about their life and all the dilemmas &amp;amp; craps a women had to faced... (yes, I called my mom to clarify this a bit... I couldnt really understand what I was writing... I need some validation... haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266394233542732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SRX9pyF66UI/AAAAAAAAABM/DmeivHjDCyQ/s320/1280x1024_SATC_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just love them - all the sex and funny plots - and not forgetting the fashion and drama!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, in Episode 3, Season 2 (Yes, I was kinda fast...) something striked me when I heard this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Are all men freaks?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello  Carrie Bradshaw!!! NOT all of us are freaks... well, just some of them, but... many women out there is freako too...!!! You dont read newspapers? Get your free copy at the 75th!!! But like what you said at the end of the episode, not just the men are, it is all... like it or not, we are freak in our own sweet way... really depends on your understanding of the word "freak" - well, as for me, anything above the line of "I love your poo poo...!" is a freak to me... anything below that, you're safe and on the list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always think women are hard to pleased and to understand them, takes a lifetime... and there I go again, thinking for awhile, I couldnt understand a man either, to start the list, me myself... and then in 30 seconds, I got a long list of names... applies to all gender (nowadays, it's hard to define gender you know...?) and across all boundaries, if you know what I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And 5 minutes later on the same episode: I was stunned at this phrase;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"That night, Charlotte saw God seven times..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as Mitch (the new guy she is dating) was licking her up... and I was thinking to myself... when was the last time I saw God... (OK... maybe I gone too far here...) - and then... I repeat the lines again, and I said "She cum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times on ONE FRIDAY!!!" - I am so gonna break the record, ONE FINE DAY!!! Haha!!!! Funny... I dont think I can beat that... we, men, cant "see the God" too many times (and in a day)... Damn it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so loving it... and I am so gonna continue watching the girls... they are so funny and crazy... LOL!!! And interestingly, I wanna see how far the writers or producers can put out the "Carrie Chasing After Mr. Big..." - I Love the Chasing games... so many rules, so many confusions, so many adventures... EXCITING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(I hope I dont write like Carries does... LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Signing with lots of LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zhumau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-6833256364677892740?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6833256364677892740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=6833256364677892740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6833256364677892740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/6833256364677892740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-and-city-omg-its-so-funny-more-sex.html' title='Sex and The City - OMG! It&apos;s so funny! More SEX please!!!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SRX9asjK4qI/AAAAAAAAABE/S_wEh04LFRs/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-1375711618295882665</id><published>2008-11-02T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:02:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Souls' Day</title><content type='html'>OK... I know it is weird for me to rant about this, but my brother didnt manage OR fail to inform me (as i am very forgetful) that today is the day we need to go to the cemetery to say 'hi!' to my grandparents... he only remember when all my aunties and uncles were back to Melaka... only he realize "Oh Shit! Tomorrow is All Souls' Day!". Thank you my bro... and now I am tagged "not being filial..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we celebrate today? I do a search, and wikipedia gave a... quite a good definition to it... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Western celebration (as found in Wikipedia) - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Souls%27_Day"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Souls%27_Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custom of setting apart a special day for intercession for certain of the faithful departed is very old. But the celebration of general intercession on 2 November was first established by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="St. Odilo of Cluny" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Odilo_of_Cluny"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Odilo of Cluny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (d. 1048) at his monastery of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cluny" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cluny"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cluny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in 998. The decree ordaining the celebration is printed in the Bollandist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Acta Sanctorum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acta_Sanctorum"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acta Sanctorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Saec. VI, pt. i. p. 585). From Cluny the custom spread to the other houses of the Cluniac order, which became the largest and most extensive network of monasteries in Europe. The celebration was soon adopted in several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Diocese" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diocese"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dioceses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="France" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and spread throughout the Western Church. It was accepted in Rome only in the fourteenth century. While 2 November remained the liturgical celebration, in time the entire month of November became associated in the Western Catholic tradition with prayer for the departed; lists of names of those to be remembered being placed in the proximity of the altar on which the sacrifice of the mass is offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A legend became associated with the institution of the celebration. According to Jesse Voyles in his Life of St Odilo, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Pilgrim" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pilgrim"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pilgrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; returning from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Holy Land" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Land"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was cast by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Storm" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on a desolate island. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hermit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermit"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hermit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; living there told him that amid the rocks was a chasm communicating with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Purgatory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purgatory"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;purgatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, from which perpetually rose the groans of tortured souls. The hermit also claimed he had heard the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Demon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; complaining of the efficacy of the prayers of the faithful, and especially the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Monk" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monk"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of Cluny, in rescuing their victims. Upon returning home, the pilgrim hastened to inform the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Abbot of Cluny" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbot_of_Cluny"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abbot of Cluny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, who then set 2 November as a day of intercession on the part of his community for all the souls in purgatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... i am marking this down in my 2009 diary so i will remember to go back next year... aaah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-1375711618295882665?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1375711618295882665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=1375711618295882665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1375711618295882665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/1375711618295882665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-souls-day.html' title='All Souls&apos; Day'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-4736277435562323102</id><published>2008-11-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:39:05.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope - native american animal symbols... OMG~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SQ1mCj3QaRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OHd_itdKKLI/s1600-h/NAZodiacCrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975733638752530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SQ1mCj3QaRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OHd_itdKKLI/s320/NAZodiacCrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crow/Raven: Sep 22 – Oct 22 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly enthusiastic, and a natural entrepreneur, the Crow is quite a charmer. But he/she doesn't have to work at being charming – it comes easily. Everyone recognizes the Crow's easy energy, and everyone turns to the Crow for his/her ideas and opinions. This is because the Crow is both idealistic and diplomatic and is quite ingenious. In nurturing environments this Native American animal symbol is easy-going, can be romantic, and soft-spoken. Further, the crow can be quite patient, and intuitive in relationships. Left to his/her own devices, the Crow can be demanding, inconsistent, vindictive, and abrasive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LCLY: Not too sure if this can represent me... nah... i dun think so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the horoscope:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otter: Jan 20 - Feb 18A little quirky, and unorthodox, the Otter is a hard one to figure sometimes. Perceived as unconventional, the Otter methods aren't the first ones chosen to get the job done. This is a big mistake on the part of others – because although unconventional, the Otter's methods are usually quite effective. Yes, the Otter has unusual way of looking at things, but he/she is equipped with a brilliant imagination and intelligence, allowing him/her an edge over every one else. Often very perceptive and intuitive, the Otter makes a very good friend, and can be very attentive. In a nurturing environment the Otter is sensitive, sympathetic, courageous, and honest. Left to his/her own devices, the Otter can be unscrupulous, lewd, rebellious, and isolated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wolf: Feb 19 – Mar 20Deeply emotional, and wholly passionate, the Wolf is the lover of the zodiac in both the physical and philosophical sense of the word. The Wolf understands that all we need is love, and is fully capable of providing it. Juxtaposed with his/her fierce independence – this Native American animal symbol is a bit of a contradiction in terms. Needing his/her freedom, yet still being quite gentle and compassionate – we get the picture of the "lone wolf" with this sign. In a nurturing environment the Wolf is intensely passionate, generous, deeply affectionate, and gentle. Left to his/her own devices the Wolf can become impractical, recalcitrant, obsessive, and vindictive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falcon: Mar 21 – Apr 19 A natural born leader, the Falcon can always be looked upon for clear judgment in sticky situations. Furthermore, the characteristics for this Native American animal symbol never wastes time, rather he/she strikes while the iron is hot, and takes action in what must be done. Ever persistent, and always taking the initiative, the Falcon is a gem of a personality to have for projects or team sports. The Falcon can be a little on the conceited side – but he/she is usually right in his/her opinions – so a little arrogance is understood. In a supportive environmental the Falcon "soars" in his/her ability to maintain passion and fire in relationships, and always remaining compassionate. Left to his/her own devices, the Falcon can be vain, rude, intolerant, impatient, and over-sensitive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beaver: Apr 20 – May 20 Take charge, adapt, overcome – this is the Beaver motto. Mostly business, the Beaver is gets the job at hand done with maximum efficiency and aplomb. Strategic, and cunning the Beaver is a force to be reckoned with in matters of business and combat. One might also think twice about engaging the Beaver in a match of wits – as his/her mental acuity is razor sharp. The Beaver has everything going for him/her – however tendencies toward "my way or the highway" get them in trouble. Yes, they are usually right, but the bearer of this Native American animal symbol may need to work on tact. In a nurturing environment the Beaver can be compassionate, generous, helpful, and loyal. Left to his/her own devices the Beaver can be nervous, cowardly, possessive, arrogant, and over-demanding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deer: May 21 – Jun 20This Native American animal symbol is the muse of the zodiac. The Deer is inspiring lively and quick-witted. With a tailor-made humor, the Deer has a tendency to get a laugh out of anyone. Excellent ability for vocalizing, the Deer is a consummate conversationalist. This combined with his/her natural intelligence make the Deer a must-have guest at dinner parties. Always aware of his/her surroundings, and even more aware of his/her appearance, the Deer can be a bit self-involved. However, the Deer's narcissism is overlooked because of his/her congeniality and affability. In a supportive environment the Deer's natural liveliness and sparkly personality radiate even more. He/she is an inspiring force in any nurturing relationship. Left to his/her own devices the Deer can be selfish, moody, impatient, lazy, and two-faced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woodpecker: Jun 21 – Jul 21Woodpeckers are usually the most nuturing of all the Native American animal symbols. The consummate listener, totally empathic and understanding, the Woodpecker is the one to have on your side when you need support. Of course, they make wonderful parents, and equally wonderful friends and partners. Another proverbial feather in the Woodpeckers cap is the tendency to be naturally frugal, resourceful, and organized. In a nurturing environment the Woodpecker is of course caring, devoted, and very romantic. Left to his/her own devices the Woodpecker can be possessive, angry, jealous, and spiteful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salmon: Jul 22 – Aug 21Electric, focused, intuitive, and wholly creative, the Salmon is a real live-wire. His/her energy is palpable. A natural motivator, the Salmon's confidence and enthusiasm is easily infectious. Soon, everybody is onboard with the Salmon – even if the idea seems too hair-brained to work. Generous, intelligent, and intuitive, it's no wonder why the Salmon has no shortage of friends. This Native American animal symbol expresses a need for purpose and goals, and has no trouble finding volunteers for his/her personal crusades. In a supportive environment, the Salmon is stable, calm, sensual, and giving. Left to his/her own devices, those that bear this Native American animal symbol can be egotistical, vulgar, and intolerant of others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bear: Aug 22 – Sep 21Pragmatic, and methodical the Bear is the one to call when a steady hand is needed. The Bear's practicality and level-headedness makes him/her an excellent business partner. Usually the voice of reason in most scenarios, the Bear is a good balance for Owls. The Bear is also gifted with an enormous heart, and a penchant for generosity. However, one might not know it as the Bear tends to be very modest, and a bit shy. In a loving environment this Native American animal symbol showers love and generosity in return. Further, the Bear has a capacity for patience and temperance, which makes him/her excellent teachers &amp;amp; mentors. Left to his/her own devices the bear can be skeptical, sloth, small-minded and reclusive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snake/Serpent: Oct 23 – Nov 22Most shamans are born under this Native American animal symbol. The Snake is a natural in all matters of spirit. Easily attuned to the ethereal realm the Snake makes an excellent spiritual leader. Also respected for his/her healing capacities, the Snake also excels in medical professions. The Snake's preoccupation with matters intangible often lead others to view them as mysterious, and sometimes frightening. True, the Snake can be secretive, and a bit dark – he/she is also quite sensitive, and caring. In a supportive relationship the cool Snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, and helpful. Left to his/her own devices, the Snake can be despondent, violent, and prone to abnormal mood swings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owl: Nov 23 – Dec 21Changeable and mutable as the wind, the Owl is a tough one to pin down. Warm, natural, with an easy-going nature, the Owl is friend to the world. The bearer of this Native American animal symbol is notorious for engaging in life at full speed, and whole-hearted loves adventure. This can be to his/her detriment as the Owl can be reckless, careless, and thoughtless. Owls make great artists, teachers, and conservationists. However, due to his/her adaptability and versatility – the Owl would likely excel in any occupation. In a supportive, nurturing environment the Owl is sensitive, enthusiastic, and an attentive listener. Left to his/her own devices, the Owl can be excessive, overindulgent, bitter, and belligerent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goose: Dec 22 – Jan 19If you want something done – give it to the Goose. Persevering, dogged, and ambitious to a fault, the Goose sets goals for accomplishment, and always obtains them. The goose is determined to succeed at all cost – not for the approval of other – but those with this Native American animal symbol competes with his/her own internal foe. Driven is the watchword for the Goose's dominating personality trait – which makes them excellent in business and competitive sports. When tempered with supportive, nurturing family and friends, the Goose excels in all things he/she attempts. In a loving environment the Goose can be very passionate, humorous, gregarious, and even sensual. However, lead to his/her own devises, the Goose may fall into obsessive or addictive behaviors that will inevitably be his/her demise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting? Well, a different feel to the norm of horoscope we all know... :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-4736277435562323102?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4736277435562323102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=4736277435562323102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4736277435562323102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/4736277435562323102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/11/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope - native american animal symbols... OMG~!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SQ1mCj3QaRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OHd_itdKKLI/s72-c/NAZodiacCrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-7810868381821555841</id><published>2008-02-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:11:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 08!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all best of luck and have a wonderful year this 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine is not a bad one... I actually went back my hometown (yes, in case you havent notice, I dont usually wish to go back) and didnt expect to have a wonderful time there... so... I have to say that I DID enjoy my chinese new year and yes, I ate a lot... the 1st day itself I had 4 steamboats... gosh... what a record... I was FULL the whole day...needless to say, all the mandarin oranges and goodies bla bla bla... it's more in than out.... Gosh! I also collected a number of Angpau! Not bad! But all will be used to clear my stupid credit card debt... and talk about debts.... here come PTPTN and bla bla bla... geez... so much to pay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to share some pics with those who read my post here... Enjoy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166049412961009538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/R7F-kfen_4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BQQfmpS4hXM/s320/DSCN5832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lion Dance @ My Papa Shop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166043563215552354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/R7F5P_en_2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wfdSOTikE-Y/s320/DSCN5857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the Lion consume that oranges - well... I cant really figure out what word that is... to certain extend, it seems like my surname... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166044379259338610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/R7F5_fen_3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2QOWMsMRL-A/s320/DSCN5762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Give me that look again and I'll bite u!!! I know I am cute... but... Get another bitch, I am owned... Muahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-7810868381821555841?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7810868381821555841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=7810868381821555841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7810868381821555841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7810868381821555841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2008!!!'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/R7F-kfen_4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BQQfmpS4hXM/s72-c/DSCN5832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555727969974578876.post-7990342487625172215</id><published>2008-02-05T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:24:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh! I got a blog...</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... I didnt know it is so easy... to have a post-all-you-want blog... geez... and the same time... i didnt realize i had a blog (never use it after 2 or 3 times) @ blogger... gosh... i must really stick to one to avoid confusion... anyway, I use friendster blog often prior blogger, so.... check it out too @ &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/zhumau"&gt;www.friendster.com/zhumau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year guys.... see u in my next post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8555727969974578876-7990342487625172215?l=thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7990342487625172215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8555727969974578876&amp;postID=7990342487625172215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7990342487625172215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8555727969974578876/posts/default/7990342487625172215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelclyzhumau.blogspot.com/2008/02/gosh-i-got-blog.html' title='Gosh! I got a blog...'/><author><name>LCLY zhumau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12954358436707202463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJZDaC_el24/SfwXt4zufkI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnqR2yMwcrU/S220/_SHE1864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
