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Ingrid Michaelson certainly has a distinct voice and I just love songs that kinda 'fill your senses and make you think'. So OK, maybe you're a little alarmed (haha... I couldn't find another better word to describe the word I have in mind) and wondering what's with the title. Well, I am not giving up on blogging... but the thought has crossed my mind several times. I will blog but only on things that I feel like writing and comfortable to share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have totally given up on gassy drinks (sodas)... yeehooo! I remember how I used to be addicted to Vanilla Coke and I would buy one 1.5L bottle and drink it on a daily basis, no kidding. No wonder I was bloated and weighed like a whale. Now I am slowly weaning myself off cookies and cheese cakes... but the latter will take a while &lt;i&gt;l o n g e r&lt;/i&gt; for me to give up. I go weak every time I see cheese cakes. Help:( &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-1921562392020442291?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/kwPajG4HyKQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/kwPajG4HyKQ/giving-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/09/giving-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-11468636907358907</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T22:20:51.289+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fabulously Forty!</title><description>Gosh I can't believe I didn't post anything in July! But then again, it's no surprise la right :)
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&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 40 years old (or young, depending on your perspective) a week ago (August 14th) and normally I'd feel depressed whenever my birthday is approaching. This year however was a different feel altogether. I didn't feel sad nor fretted about getting older especially leaving the 30's forever. In fact I feel fabulously fine turning four zero.
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&lt;br /&gt;And last night, I had a great time meeting my blogger friends for the very 1st time, the sensationally sassy &lt;a href="http://www.mymariuca.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the bubbly &lt;a href="http://javaura.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LadyJava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I met the talented and very humble &lt;a href="http://emilayusof.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Emila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (she's a freelance designer) for the second time, the first one was last year after winning a contest at her blog. This time around these wonderful ladies wanted to personally meet me because it was my birthday. Awwwww... I'm truly touched by such thoughtful and wonderful friends.
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&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have never celebrated my birthday before because I'm not the 'celebraty' and social kinda person. But I guess I should mix around with friends once in a while. I admit I was nervous before meeting them... I'm glad there were only a few of us, a huge crowd would have been pretty intimidating for me.
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&lt;br /&gt;OK la. I'd like to 'show off' the wonderful gifts my friends gave me last night... hehehe. Once again, I'd like to thank these wonderful ladies for their friendship and generosity. It's an honor having you gals as friends.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKRAMDt7s88/TlEJh_63A5I/AAAAAAAAEN0/LUPCS3o3Eug/s1600/BdayGiftMarzie2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKRAMDt7s88/TlEJh_63A5I/AAAAAAAAEN0/LUPCS3o3Eug/s400/BdayGiftMarzie2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643302287770583954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gift from Marzie, received last week on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6km4S49olw/TlEI_s_FgJI/AAAAAAAAENU/oa8SAq3szSU/s1600/Marzie%2527s-Pickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6km4S49olw/TlEI_s_FgJI/AAAAAAAAENU/oa8SAq3szSU/s400/Marzie%2527s-Pickle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301698572484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy gift from Marzie, her mom's delightful Acar Kurma!
&lt;br /&gt;Sedap gila i tell you!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwbh3RPyG6Q/TlEI_tRKAcI/AAAAAAAAENM/U-jrFsx8bCo/s1600/LJ%2527s-Gift-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwbh3RPyG6Q/TlEI_tRKAcI/AAAAAAAAENM/U-jrFsx8bCo/s400/LJ%2527s-Gift-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301698648277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A whole pack of Indocafe 5in1 Cappuccino from LadyJava.
&lt;br /&gt;Frothy, creamy with just the right sweetness... mmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXJ1o8sNt7Y/TlEI_fBV4_I/AAAAAAAAENE/yRKIOKh4CbE/s1600/Emila%2527s-Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXJ1o8sNt7Y/TlEI_fBV4_I/AAAAAAAAENE/yRKIOKh4CbE/s400/Emila%2527s-Gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301694823850994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An array of wonderful gifts, mostly handmade by Emila herself.
&lt;br /&gt;She even designed my very own illustrated picture.
&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soooooo happy to finally have one of my own.
&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Emila!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpJOyqGGoZU/TlEI_7zN8WI/AAAAAAAAENk/AUUPEgg70Yo/s1600/Nessa-Mug-Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpJOyqGGoZU/TlEI_7zN8WI/AAAAAAAAENk/AUUPEgg70Yo/s400/Nessa-Mug-Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301702549238114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personalized mug... isn't she pweety?? LOL! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsWY-nXF9fI/TlEJQML650I/AAAAAAAAENs/004MapIxycY/s1600/Nessa-Mug-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsWY-nXF9fI/TlEJQML650I/AAAAAAAAENs/004MapIxycY/s400/Nessa-Mug-back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301981825722178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other side of the mug. Love the motivational phrase!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kc1QXoTmMNQ/TlEI_xo06_I/AAAAAAAAENc/yy4_1gBWFYQ/s1600/Tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kc1QXoTmMNQ/TlEI_xo06_I/AAAAAAAAENc/yy4_1gBWFYQ/s400/Tee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643301699821300722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, my personalized tee... I feel so sayang to wear this.
&lt;br /&gt;My prized possession!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-11468636907358907?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/Ajyx_oETvHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/Ajyx_oETvHQ/fabulously-forty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKRAMDt7s88/TlEJh_63A5I/AAAAAAAAEN0/LUPCS3o3Eug/s72-c/BdayGiftMarzie2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/08/fabulously-forty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-6869255003803277980</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-29T19:46:27.147+08:00</atom:updated><title>Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder</title><description>Helloooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while eh. I thought I'd squeeze in a few lines before June ends. I am just so good at not updating my blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got several assignments (paid postings) but I have declined all. I remember how I used to be so active writing such postings a couple of years back. You could earn quite a lot too if you're diligent at it. Perhaps I have ran out of stories to write. Perhaps I also prefer to lay low. Nowadays I find it easier to keep things to myself. Hence the absence from the blogsphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, take care everyone... see ya sometime in July! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-6869255003803277980?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/i4W-azkavO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/i4W-azkavO8/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/06/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-8473480798022864160</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-30T18:37:17.351+08:00</atom:updated><title>Missing Comments</title><description>I don't know what happened to Intense Debate's commenting system. My guess is that it got hungry and ate up my previous post comments. Lucky for me I still had the comments saved in my email ( I get a copy whenever I received new comments) and I had to 'copy and paste' all the comments. Grrr...  oh well, at least it was only 7 comments. Imagine if I was some celebrity blogger and I had to 'copy and paste' 100,000 comments. What a nightmare!! Thank god I'm just a regular-not-popular-lazy blogger... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my fellow Sabahans a joyous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaamatan"&gt;Tadau Kaamatan&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy the 2 days holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-8473480798022864160?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/YFjkIFDAV9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/YFjkIFDAV9s/missing-comments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/05/missing-comments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-618077687714294701</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T14:58:31.318+08:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Pains</title><description>Oooh today is 18th May and this is my first post for May! *applause* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently renewed my domain for another year, so I might as well write something. I had doubts whether to renew it or not since I rarely write these days but then renewal fee is pretty cheap so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have anyone visiting/reading my blog but I noticed this blog  garnered several new followers the past few weeks. Thank you so much ya. I don't write that much lately but feel free to read my old, ancient postings... hehe. Apologies for not replying your comments too... I DO feel bad for not replying them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my kids are growing up way too fast. The eldest is already 16 and ... well, he claims to have a girlfriend. And he got into 'a bit' of trouble in school with another boy because of the girl. Aiyoooh.... I'm so not ready for this. The problem is I keep thinking he's only 10 years old. Oh dear me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-618077687714294701?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/WCDOXw0l6MA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/WCDOXw0l6MA/growing-pains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/05/growing-pains.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-4625556528365570670</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-30T16:02:08.831+08:00</atom:updated><title>If you have nothing good to say...</title><description>Looks like I'm slowly making it a habit of writing only two posts a month. Well, if one has nothing good to write, why even bother to write eh. I read so much anger and bitterness in my FB and Twitter pages that sometimes you can't help but feel affected by them. I wonder why people are so angry everyday... all the time. Don't they ever get tired of being angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness.  ~ Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a brand new month so I'd like to wish everyone a great start to the month of May. Happy Labour Day! Oh, and a very happy birthday to my sister Rita :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-4625556528365570670?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/9YUFQ6rP4SY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/9YUFQ6rP4SY/if-you-have-nothing-good-to-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/04/if-you-have-nothing-good-to-say.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-1116959424742271742</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-01T12:59:40.011+08:00</atom:updated><title>She's No April Fool</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selfish restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Gripping the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unmasked emotions,&lt;br /&gt;How did it start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writhing in pain&lt;br /&gt;To set herself free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly in tears,&lt;br /&gt;To gain liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, it's over!&lt;br /&gt;With wings beautiful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly lover&lt;br /&gt;She's no April Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cynthia BuhainBaello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March came and left. I wrote just one post... (well, I posted a picture actually but I'd still consider it a post) in March. Wow! That's a record for me. Awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to emerge from my cocoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-1116959424742271742?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/XecPkN_WN5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/XecPkN_WN5c/shes-no-april-fool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/04/shes-no-april-fool.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-3328371359461808649</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T14:02:18.691+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wordless Wednesday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Solitude</category><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGWOWFw0cTA/TXcXhlKYZgI/AAAAAAAAEJI/En9xznedfxY/s1600/solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 1px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGWOWFw0cTA/TXcXhlKYZgI/AAAAAAAAEJI/En9xznedfxY/s400/solitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581956128827794946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image credit &lt;a href="http://www.inmagine.com/"&gt;Inmagine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-3328371359461808649?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/6nb5HTtS4U0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/6nb5HTtS4U0/wordless-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGWOWFw0cTA/TXcXhlKYZgI/AAAAAAAAEJI/En9xznedfxY/s72-c/solitude.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-3902009986891414996</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-11T12:51:04.469+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music Monday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ebiet G. Ade</category><title>Music Monday : Titip Rindu Buat Ayah (Ebiet G. Ade)</title><description>After a long bout of illness, my dad breathed his last on February 3rd... the 1st day of Chinese New Year :'(. I returned to my hometown for 2 weeks for his funeral and the 7 days burial custom. It was stressful to say the least but I'm glad to be back to KL and resume life to normalcy. Life still has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so distracted today. Something is bugging me but for the life of me I just couldn't pinpoint what it is. Don't you  just hate it when that happens?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated to my papa... Rest in peace Pa. Finally you are reunited with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fH0TLziZWzk?rel=0" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theladyjava.com/2008/09/music-monday-just-take-my-heart-when"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/LJMisc/MM.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join Music Monday and share your songs with us. Rules are simple.  Leave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACTUAL LINK POST &lt;/span&gt;here and grab the code  below and place it at your blog entry. You can grab this code at &lt;a href="http://javaura.com/"&gt;LadyJava's Lounge&lt;/a&gt; Please note  these links are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRICTLY&lt;/span&gt; for Music Monday participants only. All  others will be deleted without prejudice.   &lt;!-- start InLinkz script  --&gt; &lt;script src="http://www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=35925"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end InLinkz script --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Because of spamming purposes, the linky will be closed on Thursday of each week at midnight, Malaysian Time. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-3902009986891414996?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/HjSUNrh4Mv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/HjSUNrh4Mv0/music-monday-titip-rindu-buat-ayah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fH0TLziZWzk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/02/music-monday-titip-rindu-buat-ayah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-2591804441182110618</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-02T09:57:37.866+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rabbit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wordless Wednesday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese New Year</category><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUi53uQovII/AAAAAAAAEI8/mUNfRWTxirY/s1600/whats-up-doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUi53uQovII/AAAAAAAAEI8/mUNfRWTxirY/s400/whats-up-doc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568905306205371522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-2591804441182110618?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/CPofcL0YC-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/CPofcL0YC-M/wordless-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUi53uQovII/AAAAAAAAEI8/mUNfRWTxirY/s72-c/whats-up-doc.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-4710099253529129731</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T11:55:15.956+08:00</atom:updated><title>Frozen!</title><description>It has been raining non-stop for 2 days now and it is sooooo cold... Brrrr! This morning I woke up shivering and I almost didn't want to get out of bed. It didn't help matters when the floor was cold as ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the rain, I prefer cold weather but this coldness is too much to bear. For once I wished we had a heater installed in the house. The sun has gone missing too... it looks gloomy outside. I do miss the warmth of the sun right now and so does my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the weather forecast... it ain't good. It's all rainy days ahead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUYyMiBxRdI/AAAAAAAAEI0/iFatt3MCC4U/s1600/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUYyMiBxRdI/AAAAAAAAEI0/iFatt3MCC4U/s400/weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568193180164244946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-4710099253529129731?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/OF8Dp6gIbLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/OF8Dp6gIbLQ/frozen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUYyMiBxRdI/AAAAAAAAEI0/iFatt3MCC4U/s72-c/weather.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/frozen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-7852256294499069543</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T13:25:09.474+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Road To Independence...</title><description>My youngest boy had a lil' dose of independence last Tuesday when I brought him to the National Registration Department (JPN) at Plaza Masalam, Shah Alam for his MyKad (identification card). It is a requirement for all kids (once they reach the age of 12) to get a MyKad. Although we have our birth certificates but it is hard to get accepted (employment, opening a bank account, marriage, etc.) if one doesn't have an identification card in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy turned 12 last Sunday ~ January 23rd. So, he was all excited about it. His elder brother already had his MyKad done a few years ago and since then he has been wanting to have one too. Call it sibling rivalry... what his brother has, he must have too! Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUDaqQwVZUI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Gd-OtGAQTJY/s1600/Little-Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUDaqQwVZUI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Gd-OtGAQTJY/s400/Little-Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566689559016990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place at about 2.30pm and surprisingly it was kinda deserted. There were only a few applicants which surprised me because this place or any other government department is known to be packed with people. I thanked my lucky stars and proceeded to the reception counter. After filling all the necessary forms and getting the queue number, we sat and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son became agitated and couldn't wait for his turn... he couldn't even sit still. He said his stomach feels sick! LOL! Poor boy has butterflies in his stomach... hehe. I was more amused with the whole thing... it was kinda funny seeing his chubby face looking so worried and wrinkled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas our number was called and we proceeded to the counter and told him to sit. I decided to stand beside him and just watch. As the clerk was busy keying all the details into the PC, I told my son to remain seated and call me if he needed anything and I went back to the seats at the back where my other son was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, he was waving frantically at me. LOL! It seemed that the clerk had difficulty getting his thumbprint on the scanner as my son's fingers were all sweaty. I whipped out my tissues from my handbag and wiped his stubby sweaty palms. My poor boy was so nervous, even his forehead was trickling in sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when all the processing was done, he was told to get his picture taken in the next room. You see my son had practiced in front of the mirror (at home) for this particular purpose. But when it was time to get his picture taken, he was out of sorts... his hair was a mess, he looked like he was gonna puke and cry. I really had a hard time controlling myself from laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sorry for him but I told him to be brave because it is the first step to be a man. He has to learn to understand instructions from the workers and do as he was told. I got out of the photograph room because I didn't want to distract him further. Several minutes later, he was done and I saw this big huge smile on his face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the place, he was back to his chirpy self again and couldn't stop asking when he will get his MyKad. I was told by the counter clerk earlier that it will be ready for collection after 10 working days. Everything took about 20 minutes to complete and I am very pleased with the staffs manning the counters at JPN. They're friendly and helpful... kudos to JPN. It is really the exact opposite of my previous experiences with other government department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a treat for my boy, we took him to a restaurant for all the 'grief' he had to go through that day. By turning 12 (getting a MyKad), he has reached yet another milestone in his life. Kids grow up at an alarming rate and before you know it, they will be in their twenties and will no longer want their mummies to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Children are like kites. You spend years trying to get them off the ground... Finally, they are airborne. They need more string and you keep letting it out. The Kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it's meant to soar... free and alone. Only then do you know that you have done your job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-7852256294499069543?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/TTaTikDVBE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/TTaTikDVBE4/road-to-independence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TUDaqQwVZUI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Gd-OtGAQTJY/s72-c/Little-Boy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/road-to-independence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-8656039887418919891</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-28T12:24:37.896+08:00</atom:updated><title>Declutter</title><description>Are you a hoarder? My mom was. (Bless her soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like cluttered spaces... and I find it hard  to breathe in tight spaces and a room full of people especially when there are smokers around. I guess that's why I am not a party/social person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have my own space. I like being tidy, neat and orderly. But I wasn't such a neat-freak when I was in my teens. In fact I was the complete opposite. I even hated taking baths at one point... haha! I can't recall when or what triggered the change in me. Perhaps having kids was the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children (especially the little ones and teens) are not the easiest people to deal with. They have bundles of energy and they never listen to a single thing you tell them. My youngest boy is a classic example. I have to tell him the same things over and over and over again. Sometimes I think he purposely does it to annoy me. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of decluttering. I love to do that on a regular basis... sometimes it's done once a month, sometimes once in 3 months. It all depends on the amount of junk accumulated at home.  I perpetually complain of not having enough money and yet I have so much stuff on top of my closet, inside boxes, under the table, the bed... you name it, they're everywhere. It's weird. It's as if these things magically multiply on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does a neat freak do with all that junk? Well, I send them to the nearest recycling center. Fortunately there is one nearby and sometimes I also give them away to people who accept these unwanted stuff. They're normally from orphanages and old folks homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how angry my youngest son was when I tried to throw away his broken toys several years back. Then an idea sprung (hehe) and I told him those were to be given away to homeless and under-privileged kids. I told him these little kids have no family and his toys would make them happy. Yeah, I know... it was a lie but still I had to give him a reason why I'm throwing away his junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he did next really touched my heart. He left for a while and came back with some of his newer toys and handed them to me and said... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Mom, don't give them my broken toys. I want them to have these unbroken ones'.&lt;/span&gt; He stopped sulking and from then on whenever he sees me with a big, black plastic bag (decluttering time), he would gather his toys (the ones he doesn't like anymore) and give them to me. But he insists on having new ones as replacements... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always bring such joy to my heart to have such a thoughtful son... even though he may be annoying and hard headed at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-8656039887418919891?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/xvjYe9DN2_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/xvjYe9DN2_I/declutter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/declutter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-6317602481300345249</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-22T13:26:03.116+08:00</atom:updated><title>On The Lookout...</title><description>I'm currently browsing through page after page of blog templates. Yeah, you guessed it right; I am bored with the current look. While I love the current theme but it's high time for a change. It has come to a point where I don't even feel excited to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to see something funny going on here, don't be alarmed.  That's just me tinkering with the layout. I might also disable the blog,  just in case things get too messy and disorganized. So, if you can't  get access to my blog, you know what I'm up to ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for something simple, clutter-free, cute but not too plain or it'll be too boring. Nothing too fancy either... I'm very picky when it comes to my blog's look and feel. Hope to find exactly what I'm looking for. *fingers' crossed* I know I could always hire a website designer and get all the things done for me but the thing is I get bored easily and I can't simply hire a designer every time I need a new look. That wouldn't be wise especially when prices of essential stuff has gone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While searching for blog templates, I'm also browsing through some home and design sites for some ideas. I'm not rich enough to own a house at the moment but I still have this dream to own my very own home... my dream home would be cottage inspired, preferably among the woods atop a small hill with a stream nearby where I could feed fishes and watch ducks playfully swim by and I would have a small plot of land for me to plant vegetables and rear one or two chickens. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most expensive part of the house would be the bathroom (the kitchen would be number 2) as I want my bathroom to be luxurious and posh... and that means having a bathtub, a jacuzzi with all the modern appliances I can fit in there! There are so many ideas and bathroom-related stuff to choose at &lt;a href="http://www.betterbathrooms.com/"&gt;www.betterbathrooms.com&lt;/a&gt;. They offer a staggering 1000 up to date, hand selected bathroom products. Where do I even start? You don't have to worry about substandard products cos their products come with reliable and genuine guarantees so you won't have to worry about some sink falling on you or a leaky bathtub! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TTUV4lVNtbI/AAAAAAAAEGU/j9nij0nQp1s/s1600/luxurious-bathroom-suites-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TTUV4lVNtbI/AAAAAAAAEGU/j9nij0nQp1s/s320/luxurious-bathroom-suites-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563376976524064178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my dream bathroom. Yeah, I certainly have big dreams... hehe&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/4605009737094996093-6317602481300345249?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/Yn1o_3CM-Mo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/Yn1o_3CM-Mo/on-lookout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TTUV4lVNtbI/AAAAAAAAEGU/j9nij0nQp1s/s72-c/luxurious-bathroom-suites-6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/on-lookout.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-6408132635828902039</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-12T13:07:16.361+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Will Unfriend You!</title><description>Last night, just before bedtime my son excitedly told me that Ms ABC added him as her friend on FaceBook. I had requested to be Ms ABC's friend since last year but she has yet to add me. So pretending to be shocked, I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatt??? Eh, how come she didn't add me?? Oh no, she doesn't like me. Mummy is gonna jump into the sea&lt;/span&gt;... *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son replied... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeeeh mummy. Cannot do that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK la, I'm afraid to die. I go find a small pond then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son kept quiet for a while, hugged me and said... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's OK mummy. Later I unfriend her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!! I'm such a meanie at times. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-6408132635828902039?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/VjnwOwO50pU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/VjnwOwO50pU/i-will-unfriend-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/i-will-unfriend-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-5965816386349317723</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2011 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-20T21:05:56.404+08:00</atom:updated><title>Pen-Pal, Anyone?</title><description>I'm thinking... I'm thinking... of how to start my post. *scratches forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really beginning to lose my 'ability' to blog. LOL! I'm mostly on FaceBook these days. I blame 'CityVille' for turning me into an addict. By the way, if you're on CityVille, do add me. I know, I have no shame... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I need a small favor from you guys. My long lost pen pal whom I got reconnected recently has an adorable daughter who is looking for a pen pal who would write to her. And I mean write as in write a letter using pen on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope and actually take it to the post office and put it in this little red box... ah and don't forget to affix the stamp. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TSxW-U8NmqI/AAAAAAAAEGE/POFoChgXKa0/s1600/Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 1px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TSxW-U8NmqI/AAAAAAAAEGE/POFoChgXKa0/s200/Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560915268668856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire is 8 years old and lives in Nebraska, USA. So if anyone of you has a daughter or a son around her age; who would write faithfully, please leave me a comment and I'll let you know her mailing address. I think it is so sweet for a girl to want a pen-pal. I used to have pen-pals too when I was in my teens... and nothing beats that feeling of getting a real letter. The wait may be long but it is so worth it. And you get to keep the lovely stamps too! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing is becoming a forgotten skill these days. People spend more time online typing away on some keyboard blogging for money or even playing online games, that we've really forgotten how to even write a letter the old fashioned way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has become so bad that just the other day, I was updating my monthly expenses which I haven't done in ages and I actually got a cramp from writing too long. That would never have happened in the days before computers. I could write pages after pages and my hand wouldn't even be tired. I guess it's the sign of things to come that the newer generation won't even know what a pen and paper feels like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-5965816386349317723?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/EhXX_hx3vVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/EhXX_hx3vVw/pen-pal-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TSxW-U8NmqI/AAAAAAAAEGE/POFoChgXKa0/s72-c/Claire.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/pen-pal-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-4368124907425434299</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-03T12:11:42.806+08:00</atom:updated><title>Gone But Not Forgotten</title><description>2011... first and second day went extremely well. Today... on the third day however, my uncle (dad's step brother) passed away... and the worst part is not being able to go back home and bid him my last goodbye :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the boys' school when I checked my FB and saw my niece's latest update. My heart took a big tumble and dove 100 meters down. It really hurts to see relatives 'go away' one by one... and all in a matter of a few months. I dread it when I read such news. It's something we don't want to hear but we just have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace Papa B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so tired but I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standin' on the edge of something much too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though we are screaming inside oh we can't be heard&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-4368124907425434299?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/Ktko4zTSA4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/Ktko4zTSA4k/gone-but-not-forgotten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2011/01/gone-but-not-forgotten.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-9129751774626923395</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-01T11:09:52.592+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sayonara 2010...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TR1wdbxPgkI/AAAAAAAAEFs/_amE0UdNBFA/s1600/catsny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TR1wdbxPgkI/AAAAAAAAEFs/_amE0UdNBFA/s320/catsny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556721166217871938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get nostalgic whenever it's the year end. This is it... the final day of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the year has its' share of ups and downs for me. There are plenty of unsettled stuff... I suppose those have to be 'carried forward' to next year... which is just several hours from now. Never mind... kenot settle, what to do la kan... not like it's the end of the world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a slower, wait and see... be-in-the-background approach lately. In other words, I'm just being cautious... well, maybe too cautious. I admit I'm not the risk-taker kinda girl. Never been... perhaps on a few occasions I did but I felt uncomfortable. Just not my style. I like to plan things... wayyyy in advance sometimes because I hate slip ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are certain things beyond my control... like the weather, my temper, morons, bla, bla, bla... but one thing I have taught myself this year is not give a dem to what other people think. I have had enough of trying to please everybody. I feel like a monster at first but then it felt good not having that lump of 'grrrrr' in your heart. Sometimes one has to be evil to be kind. My intentions are good... maybe the approach is not the proper way but heck, who cares about being proper nowadays. People just pijak your kepala in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... geez, I sound like an angry woman. Well, I am. Don't fear me, please. I don't eat people without any valid reasons. I'm just writing what I'm feeling right now. I'm not always the sweet-sweet girl people imagine me to be. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a brand new chapter.  Goodbye 2010... Hello 2011!! Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-9129751774626923395?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/02UyskW-67w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/02UyskW-67w/sayonara-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TR1wdbxPgkI/AAAAAAAAEFs/_amE0UdNBFA/s72-c/catsny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/12/sayonara-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-2533298310866229749</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T23:02:49.814+08:00</atom:updated><title>Remember Me?</title><description>Hellooooo!! Still remember me? Ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already December, the last month of the year before we welcome the new year of 2011. I don't know about you but for me this year went by pretty quick. I'm aging so fast, in 9 months' time I'll be 40 years old. But I won't be sad nor depressed reaching that age... cos they said life begins at 40! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the lack or rather the absence of postings for the past 3 weeks. I was back in my hometown then to be with my ailing dad. Dad is a real fighter. He may be bedridden and been fed through a tube for the past one year but he is still strong and kinda stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really go anywhere, just stayed at home most of the time... eating and pigging out on great food and missed my workouts for close to 3 weeks. I resumed my run today and I am so glad I still managed to cover 13km  without passing out. I have a 10K run this Sunday and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about going back was that my uncle (my late mom's brother) passed away. I had intended to visit him a few days before he died but it was all too late. It was a hectic week of going to my cousin's house and looking after my dad but luckily for us, our house was just a few minute's walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to visit the new shopping attraction in Donggongon town (&lt;a href="http://www.megalong.com.my/"&gt;MegaLONG&lt;/a&gt;) but it was very short and was unable to really do serious shopping. Haiyah... oh well, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back in KL... but I haven't even started visiting my regular blog stops yet. Still have a lot of things to sort out, the kids, work, school stuff, etc... but most of all, I'm glad to say I have upgraded myself from being a desktop owner to a laptop owner. Woohoo!! Not bragging but sharing my happiness of finally freeing myself from all those irritating wires. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think this is my longest post in months. So, &lt;a href="http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... I have finally exceeded the 100 word count :) Finally, I'd like to thank my newest follower, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Munirah&lt;/span&gt;. She is my 110th follower! I am still amazed to have more than 20 followers so thank you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-2533298310866229749?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/YO_x14ZTLCs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/YO_x14ZTLCs/remember-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/12/remember-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-8255724800777158919</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-13T15:11:24.567+08:00</atom:updated><title>11 Days Later...</title><description>It's the 13th of November and I still have nothing much to write. There are things going on in my life but I don't feel like I need to blog about them. Petty stuff, personal stuff, work stuff... sad stuff. But I don't wanna whine. It leads you nowhere. I just thought I'd write a short post (again) so that my blog doesn't feel too neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say 'hi' to everyone who regularly pops in here, new ones, old ones. Thanks for still thinking of me! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="happy" title="happy" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-8255724800777158919?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/Bx_eF-3nnQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/Bx_eF-3nnQI/11-days-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/11/11-days-later.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-232747773360112486</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T11:39:53.302+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hello November!</title><description>Happy November everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long... I think I've forgotten how to blog! This is going to be short, real short. Oh dear me.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="blush" title="blush" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diwali"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/a&gt; (or Diwali) falls this Friday, another long weekend so I'm looking forward to that. I've been meaning to write but words just fail me... urmmmmm, okay la, truth is I'm just too darn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, told ya it's short... only 68 words!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-232747773360112486?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/GFfzH4cStWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/GFfzH4cStWk/hello-november.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/11/hello-november.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-3747490464705531162</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-18T13:38:28.673+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hibernation Mode</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TLvcrHmmr3I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/rLSNUYRtR_g/s1600/sleepy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 1px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TLvcrHmmr3I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/rLSNUYRtR_g/s320/sleepy_bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529255600860868466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image credit Inmagine.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers of Mumblings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... it is so dusty in here!! *cough, cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated my blog lately... the last one was 10 days ago! Nothing much to mumble anyway... hehe. I think I'm going through a phase. I just don't have the drive to write a post. I mentioned the same thing in my previous post about being uninspired and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all go through such phase in blogging. One moment we feel so energized and write non-stop and the next moment, we just couldn't care less. I have visited a few blogs but have not commented... I don't know why. And for that I apologize. I don't want to comment for the sake of commenting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be back... with a vengeance (I hope)! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-3747490464705531162?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/OqbIsnDuiaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/OqbIsnDuiaY/hibernation-mode.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TLvcrHmmr3I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/rLSNUYRtR_g/s72-c/sleepy_bear.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/10/hibernation-mode.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-1567456766591565785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-08T20:20:18.982+08:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>I've been so lazy and uninspired lately. I've even neglected to do a few assignments (paid postings), imagine that! I'd normally grab assignments happily but now, it seems like I've lost my blogging mojo again. My sucky internet connection is partly to blame... the other part, well, blame it on yours truly.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="blush" title="blush" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many pending work... unsettled stuff from the previous months. I keep pushing them aside thinking I'd be able to complete them the following month. Now, it's almost year end and I have yet to complete certain things that I've targeted to be settled in 2 months' time... (sigh). No use complaining though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; get things done before the year ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something quite nasty recently... by being blunt. I'm normally a tactful person. I mean well, trying to be respectful and all but at the same time, I feel so stressed out. So a couple of days ago I told myself enough is enough. No more being miss nice girl. I wrote everything on a piece of paper and told this person exactly what I felt. It was direct and to the point. I didn't care if that person hates me forever... but it sure felt good to finally tell someone off. I don't feel agitated anymore. I feel empowered! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would rather a person be honest with me (even though it hurts) rather than say nice things but say all kinds of nasty things behind my back. If we have issues with someone, we should face that with him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-1567456766591565785?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/y1X2px8aN3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/y1X2px8aN3k/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-6534243253515828297</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T20:50:45.900+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Digi Broadband</category><title>Annoyed</title><description>My internet connection (Digi Broadband) is really testing my patience.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/14.gif" alt="angry" title="angry" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get disconnected so frequently... I've lost count. And if I'm lucky to get connected, the connection is freaking slow... I think they should rename Broadband to Narrowband instead. It was oh-so-bliss for the first few months... now, I am so tempted to get a divorce from my internet provider. Why isn't there a single internet provider in Malaysia that is reliable????&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/62.gif" alt="frustrated" title="frustrated" height="auto" width="auto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.  ~ Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-6534243253515828297?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/bhCHRKgspPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/bhCHRKgspPI/annoyed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/10/annoyed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605009737094996093.post-2159411077485693744</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T09:24:35.546+08:00</atom:updated><title>Wordless Wednesday : Ouch!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TKF0QjVKK-I/AAAAAAAAEEI/_v7OIssIL-M/s1600/ouch%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TKF0QjVKK-I/AAAAAAAAEEI/_v7OIssIL-M/s400/ouch%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521822445843655650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TKFsyVA62JI/AAAAAAAAED4/Hgxe7uRt76s/s1600/wwed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TKFsyVA62JI/AAAAAAAAED4/Hgxe7uRt76s/s200/wwed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521814230023198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more Wordless Wednesday photos, click &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/newhome/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605009737094996093-2159411077485693744?l=www.nessa-mumblings.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~4/U7XBueYXdHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nessa-mumblings/~3/U7XBueYXdHs/wordless-wednesday-ouch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nessa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6A_dvLUnN08/TKF0QjVKK-I/AAAAAAAAEEI/_v7OIssIL-M/s72-c/ouch%21.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nessa-mumblings.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday-ouch.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

