<?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-30184490</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:03:04.391+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! Hello!</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3116176001566920632</id><published>2009-04-13T21:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:18:55.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye</title><content type='html'>After 3 year i've decided that this is it. I've deleted most of my blog entries for the past 3 years and only left the ones that are meaningful. This blog has been nothing but a passage of a great journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved elsewhere. So to my dear friends, if you want to know where have I gone to please email me and I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Yogi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3116176001566920632?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3116176001566920632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3116176001566920632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3116176001566920632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3116176001566920632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye.html' title='Good bye'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-7953959525047034191</id><published>2009-02-11T20:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:31:13.973+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday last Saturday.  I did not have a big birthday party bash because I didn't feel like it.  Now on days, birthdays does not seem to be too big of an issue for me. I didn't wish for anything nor did I want any presents [but thank you to the yuppies for making me a scrapbook which I love oh so much!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my birthday has taken me to a different perspective of life. It happen to fall on a hottest day in Melbourne (46deg!!!!), and with that came the devastating bush fires which left many homes destroyed and lives broken. The most distraught area is King Lake which only a mere kilometers from where I live. One of my workmates, Di lost her home and everything else that she and her family owned. All she has are the clothes on her back but thankfully she and her family were saved from the fires. Work has organised a donation collection for Di and her family. I've donated some money as well as some fresh towels and new bedsheets for her. I logged on the the Australian Red Cross website to donate more and holding off all my grocery shopping for this Friday as Coles is going to donate Friday profits to the Victorian Bushfire appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If birthday wishes are meant to come true then I shall wish to God to please look after those who has lost their loved ones and their homes to the bushfires. Show them love and courage to move on and help them to get back on their feet. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who are affected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-7953959525047034191?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7953959525047034191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=7953959525047034191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7953959525047034191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7953959525047034191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-wish.html' title='A Birthday Wish'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-7063281847302029914</id><published>2009-01-10T14:23:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:06:52.228+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgaZLp0nvI/AAAAAAAAARY/A0r1c93q2qY/s1600-h/photo_14_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgaZLp0nvI/AAAAAAAAARY/A0r1c93q2qY/s320/photo_14_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289506782273904370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the first movie I watched for 2009 :) and you have not watched it yet I HIGHLY recommend that you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit hard for me to pin point why I like this movie so much. In a way I was touched by the loving relationship of Jamal and Salim along side of the hardship and the  unthinkable abuse that they had to go through as kids of the slumps. This movie reminds me so much of Salam Bombay!. I think the survival of these kids are truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgb6A-qPRI/AAAAAAAAARo/eigLGFBXrno/s1600-h/photo_04_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgb6A-qPRI/AAAAAAAAARo/eigLGFBXrno/s400/photo_04_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289508445855825170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamal, Lathika and Salim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope this movie wins the oscar and Danny Boyle wins the Best director award :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgcDZWYwCI/AAAAAAAAARw/VNwbfUcN6jY/s1600-h/photo_12_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgcDZWYwCI/AAAAAAAAARw/VNwbfUcN6jY/s400/photo_12_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289508607016615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fav in the movie- he's so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway if you have not watched it yet- what are you waiting for?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to watch the Wrestler next ;) I can't believe is that tacky mickey rourke acting but I still wanna watch it :P. The preview looked so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgd2iGqhEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qh9b5i7onMU/s1600-h/The_Wrestler_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgd2iGqhEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qh9b5i7onMU/s400/The_Wrestler_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289510585051546690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30184490-7063281847302029914?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7063281847302029914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=7063281847302029914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7063281847302029914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7063281847302029914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog millionaire'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgaZLp0nvI/AAAAAAAAARY/A0r1c93q2qY/s72-c/photo_14_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-1700033592517187682</id><published>2009-01-10T13:19:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:20:21.918+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgQukCvr7I/AAAAAAAAARI/Dg0iy31kiVE/s1600-h/nye+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgQukCvr7I/AAAAAAAAARI/Dg0iy31kiVE/s320/nye+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289496154481864626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So looks like I've survived the 1st week of 2009 (painfully). Can you believe it it's already 2009!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts have been running through my mind for these past couple of weeks - wondering about what was different last year (if at all) compared to the the year before, wondering if I've changed over the last 12 months, or whether or not i would have done some things differently and more so, how this year be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I achieved my 2008 resolutions- well that's hard to answer because honestly speaking I have not made any new year's resolution since I left school in 2001! And this year will not different either. Seriously you don't need a new year to start making a difference right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what has defined 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-a year of surprises - some good, some not so good. sometimes by others, and    times, i have even surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgQGL3sW8I/AAAAAAAAARA/6_X6KqPNlKc/s1600-h/jason_mraz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgQGL3sW8I/AAAAAAAAARA/6_X6KqPNlKc/s320/jason_mraz6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289495460798290882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jason Mraz concert was my favourite :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i went for free too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ii-a year of new and old friends - some good, some not so good (?). =P&lt;br /&gt;iii-a year of rediscovery of faith - all good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgP5gKyUbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gZIc_AwsNlw/s1600-h/Misc+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgP5gKyUbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gZIc_AwsNlw/s320/Misc+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289495242908783026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A piggy brooch that I heart so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but most important of all, I thank my lucky stars because 2008 has reminded me over and over again, that I am constantly surrounded by those dearest to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for 2009 I just want to be a better daughter, sister, friend, person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgSWpQXX3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/pwklSE-Lx3s/s1600-h/moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgSWpQXX3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/pwklSE-Lx3s/s320/moi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289497942587563890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-1700033592517187682?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1700033592517187682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=1700033592517187682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1700033592517187682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1700033592517187682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SWgQukCvr7I/AAAAAAAAARI/Dg0iy31kiVE/s72-c/nye+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-5116872016104872014</id><published>2008-11-10T18:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:40:33.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...</title><content type='html'>So maybe my previous post about work rant was a lil' immature. I am still not comfortable about it but at the same time I've decided that I have to handle it as patiently and as wisely as possible. I shall not jump into conclusions. I shall not judge a book by it's cover. I shall not be such a baby about it.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i am STILL craving for green tea soy frappachino!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-5116872016104872014?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5116872016104872014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=5116872016104872014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5116872016104872014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5116872016104872014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title='ok...'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8598338633783804541</id><published>2008-11-09T20:21:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:48:47.935+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Rant</title><content type='html'>I am so not looking forward to work tomorrow. I don't like my new boss. The next few weeks are going to be tough. why oh why.....&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Don't feel comfortable ranting in detail about work in this very impersonal atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god nobody reads this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: As we all know Barack Obama has become (or rather will become) the 47th President of the United States of America. Congratulations. He will have a lot on his plate. Let's see what is he really made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: I am craving for green tea soy frappachino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppp/s: I hate Mondays and I still don't understand cricket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8598338633783804541?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8598338633783804541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8598338633783804541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8598338633783804541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8598338633783804541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-rant.html' title='Work Rant'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8053479189609089995</id><published>2008-11-04T17:54:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:22:35.764+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl From Ipanema</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5Z11obllEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&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/p5Z11obllEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on a lazy Melbourne Cup Day, eating mangoes and listening to probably  the best song made of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i finally bought and SLR. i so like my new toy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SQ_0bHWLkRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SSJeZHEufkE/s1600-h/orkid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SQ_0bHWLkRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SSJeZHEufkE/s320/orkid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264695236085125394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo taken from my SLR. Nothing great so I hope I will get to learn more and take some great photos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8053479189609089995?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053479189609089995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8053479189609089995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8053479189609089995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8053479189609089995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-ipanema.html' title='Girl From Ipanema'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SQ_0bHWLkRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SSJeZHEufkE/s72-c/orkid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-1289764329732719821</id><published>2008-09-17T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:18:06.588+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Magic....</title><content type='html'>So today, towards the end of the day, an email came in at work about the restructuring of the East Coast Finance Team. I knew it was coming , I've been "warned" and yet I couldn't help it but to feel a lil' shocked when I read the email. I guess the email sort of like officiates the reality huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, changes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide whether I like change or not. Well, I guess it depends on the outcome either way. But change itself? Hrm. Some thought required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that while it adds colour to the mundane of the daily routine, most people fear change for the unpredictability of it's outcome. Well, the higher the risk, the greater the reward, right? No pain, no gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like it or not, change is inevitable. we can only keep our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As so many have rightfully pointed out, what matters is that you live in the moment. The present. Right here. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Will have to work on that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-1289764329732719821?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1289764329732719821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=1289764329732719821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1289764329732719821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1289764329732719821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-like-magic.html' title='Just Like Magic....'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-7655855340778008518</id><published>2008-09-15T22:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:09:24.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Year</title><content type='html'>I can't help it but to feel so blessed having them as my Friends!&lt;br /&gt;A third year in a row (and many years to come!)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dTH5pkxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-VXk-aPUAAM/s1600-h/1_516704595l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dTH5pkxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-VXk-aPUAAM/s320/1_516704595l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246233199052952338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cycle 1-My Bday Feb 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dS3SzquI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pkdytqdvC8c/s1600-h/cyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dS3SzquI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pkdytqdvC8c/s320/cyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246233194595068642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd Cycle-Cyndy's Bday-June 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dSr2KdwI/AAAAAAAAALw/LWCrNk3O3ps/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dSr2KdwI/AAAAAAAAALw/LWCrNk3O3ps/s320/IMG_6066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246233191522137858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Finale Cycle 3-Jolyn's bday-August 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you all very much.&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/30184490-7655855340778008518?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7655855340778008518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=7655855340778008518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7655855340778008518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7655855340778008518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-great-year.html' title='Another Great Year'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SM5dTH5pkxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-VXk-aPUAAM/s72-c/1_516704595l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-1309483769646480899</id><published>2008-08-31T19:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:24:05.197+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to do this......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SLpfE7lCtMI/AAAAAAAAALo/cnwwj4T_xXE/s1600-h/MJ_Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SLpfE7lCtMI/AAAAAAAAALo/cnwwj4T_xXE/s320/MJ_Star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240605654716167362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 50th Birthday MJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say, you are indeed to one and only King of Pop. Too bad your real life didn't turned out to be that great but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I was finding it a tad too difficult to put his actual photo- was not sure whether to put a black MJ image or a white MJ image :P. So decided to just put his walk of fame photo.&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Barack Obama for being the first African American Nominee  for the upcoming presidential campaign. Isn't just funny how Barack Obama made his acceptance speech on the same date when Martin Luther King made "I have a dream" speech.  Anyway good luck Mr Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 51st Merdeka Malaysia. With all of the current political/economic commotion, I will also like to wish Malaysia the best of luck. Seriously she needs it :P.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am trying to upload a MJ youtube video: Stranger in Moscow but guess what??!-Embedding has been disabled by request. oh no! oh well. It's not really the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-1309483769646480899?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1309483769646480899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=1309483769646480899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1309483769646480899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/1309483769646480899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-had-to-do-this.html' title='I just had to do this......'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SLpfE7lCtMI/AAAAAAAAALo/cnwwj4T_xXE/s72-c/MJ_Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-2299712036792763473</id><published>2008-08-17T11:38:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:01:55.228+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>Oh it's a Sunday.  Sometimes it's good to have a 'boring' weekend. Just helps you to recuperate and relax especially when you have 4 stock takes coming up in the week :S. Oh and also catching up on that DREADFUL laundry- grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;The previous weekes have been so so busy, but good and fun sort of busy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: Threaddden.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, Ai Mee forwarded an online link to some Craft website and while browsing through I stumbled upon Threadden. As soon as I read it I thought Mama Jo who always told me that she wanted to learn more design and crafts. When she asked me whether I wanted to join her well, i thought what the heck. So we both signed up for Module one which is basic sewing and learning the sewing machine. Unfortunately on that day of our first and most anticipating class, I was having a super sore shoulder and Mama Jo on the other hand was suffering from severe food poisoning. Despite all that we still went for our class and tell you what folks- I totally enjoyed it! For that whole 3 hours I completely forgot about my sore shoulder! I felt like I was on Project Runway or something :P. Never realised that playing with sewing machine was like so much fun! We ended up making a basic pouch. I don't think mine was great, but it wasn't really that bad either. Well the most important thing was I had fun and it was definitely a nice break from my day time job which requires me to look at numbers and bricks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeSt1iyn-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oX0myWYOT0E/s1600-h/pouch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeSt1iyn-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oX0myWYOT0E/s320/pouch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235314408006262754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second: Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;OMG after waiting for like 3 years finally Wicked is playing in Melbourne. I first knew about this when I sending my mother to the airport last year and I saw this huge banner that said "Wicked: an Untold Story, coming soon in July 08". I thought GOSH! I don't care what it takes I am so going for that. So I sent out this massive email to all of my friends, convincing them that they should watch this or else they will carry such great burden and regret to their grave when they die, and with that I manage to get hold of 6 of the girls. This was in February. Came one week before the show, guess what?? I could not find the tickets!!! YES! I LOST THE TICKETS TO WICKED! Unfreaking believable! I had to tell the girls one by one. I just felt so sick in the stomach everytime it happened. I was even ready to fork out the money and pay them back because at the end of the day it wasn't about the money but rather the disappointment that have created for these girls. Anyway after the whole commotion and drama finally realised I could get replacement tickets with a penalty attached to it. We manage to catch the show and it didn't disappoint us at all. We totally enjoyed the saw- AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeTB2AHwrI/AAAAAAAAALg/UkdPDtZOm_A/s1600-h/10072_littledeaths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeTB2AHwrI/AAAAAAAAALg/UkdPDtZOm_A/s320/10072_littledeaths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235314751726666418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I set foot in Melbourne, the one thing I have never missed is the MIFF.  This year we were close to missing the festival because initially we were planning to watch an MIFF movie after Threadden but Mama Jo was still feeling unwell so we decided to give it a missed. Few days after that Mama Jo emailed me saying she got 2 free tickets to MIFF and she suggested this movie called Little Deaths. It's an Australian (Melbourne in particular) made movie with 10 short films is in it with one common connection- Love. Half way through the movie, I realised that one of the actress looked so familiar and Mama Jo said that she (the actress) use to work at UCMS! Anyway the movie was GREAT. It was an eye opener for me on how talented these independent directors and actors were. Somehow I now have sudden appreciation for such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeSt7Zxn-I/AAAAAAAAALY/7hm3meAnBc0/s1600-h/JasonMraz-03-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeSt7Zxn-I/AAAAAAAAALY/7hm3meAnBc0/s320/JasonMraz-03-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235314409579061218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Fridays ago, Mama Jo send an email at 5pm to us saying "Have you heard of Jason Mraz? Well if you haven't that you better start listening to him coz we are going to his concert this Tuesday!!!" Initially I wasn't really thrilled about it because even though I knew who he was, I was not like a die hard fan of his but hey how can you say no to something free right? Well actually to be honest I only said yes because the whole yuppy clan were going and I always know that everytime I go out with them regardless of the occasion, I always ended up having a ball. It took an hour and half to drive to the city, 20 minutes to find a parking which was at the other end of Flinders st, waited in line for like another 20 minutes or so, got in to the venue and cued for another 10 minutes or so and by the time we got into the actual venue, I was like dead tired! They had this opening act, come girl singing but we couldn't hear hear because no one in the audience were paying attention to her and we had people blocking us. Bumped into Noreen was actually working there, got free drinks and chatted to her and did a quick catching up of all of the latest happenings ;). Finally after waiting for almost 1 and 1/2 hours, Jason Mraz came up on stage and performed! From then on, I don't know what happened to my tiredness, because I was so mesmerised and hypnotised  by his voice,his vibe, his performance and his show!!!! I am a newly converted Jason M'raz fan!!! Just sheer brilliance. Worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Now that the new CPA semester has commenced, I think it's back normal dull life ;). Of course looking forward to some nice dinner at France Soir and drinks after that at Sofitel. Oh and hopefully will be able to do the Second Module of Threadden. Mama Jo, just make sure you don't eat medium rare steak the night before hehee and thanks for MIFF and Jason M'raz ;)&lt;br /&gt;Till then I am going to enjoy the rest of my Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-2299712036792763473?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2299712036792763473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=2299712036792763473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2299712036792763473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2299712036792763473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SKeSt1iyn-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oX0myWYOT0E/s72-c/pouch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-262048112968748307</id><published>2008-07-27T19:11:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:03.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Breathe and a little prayer.</title><content type='html'>If there’s anything that I’ve learn from the past few weeks or even months is that sometimes, it’s good to just stop and breathe. Yes, just breathe and enjoy the simplicity of life. Last week I felt like I was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown or some sort of major anxiety attack due to a series of challenging events.  But I didn’t- thanks to a few kind hearted souls that God has blessed me with in this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what is it that I’ve done to deserve such great friends like them.  People who have been with me through thick and thin.  Last Friday Mama Jo send me an email at work and in that email towards the end she wrote a prayer for me! A prayer for me! That instantly put me into tears- tears of joy and relief.  Of course to the Queen whose uber kind  words and devoted support never fail to comfort me at the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was just a prove of all of that. Met up with Mama Jo for some superb lunch at Shoya and later on watched the ballet/musical- Edward Scissorhands.  After that we did some unexpected vintage shopping at Retrostar ( I think that’s what it was called).  I am glad Mama Jo liked the vintage bag that I got for her ;). Later on that night I went over the YL’s place and she made me some yummy udon and miso soup while waiting for Queen. The three of us just could not stop laughing our heads off.  It was just great.&lt;br /&gt;Next week there’s thread den to look forward too and hopefully Wicked as well *wink*. So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Despite the few bumps that I am currently going through,  life is still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Going to end this post with some long over due photos. Cheerios!&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIw77QULRdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o_aTDqO2sCc/s1600-h/Misc+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIw77QULRdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o_aTDqO2sCc/s320/Misc+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227619156648216018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a little piggy brooch thanks to Mama Jo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFutbYPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kDs3Uzacb10/s1600-h/yw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFutbYPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kDs3Uzacb10/s320/yw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227634729768673522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yie Wei in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFZJOkvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/80avaDYsceY/s1600-h/kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFZJOkvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/80avaDYsceY/s320/kay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227634723979694834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay's Bday at Robbie Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFRWE3kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/94mJLRqgjTM/s1600-h/aimee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKFRWE3kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/94mJLRqgjTM/s320/aimee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227634721886101058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai Mee's Bday at some Mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKOzvYnWI/AAAAAAAAALA/0hn3VfGVfxk/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxKOzvYnWI/AAAAAAAAALA/0hn3VfGVfxk/s320/mamma+mia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227634885737880930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamma Mia after dinner at Automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxLHX4aQhI/AAAAAAAAALI/bMn4uJB2BuY/s1600-h/cyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SIxLHX4aQhI/AAAAAAAAALI/bMn4uJB2BuY/s320/cyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227635857512088082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cyn's Bday at Mamma Vittorias-Cycle 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lah ya lah I know we like to eat-ALOT :P&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/30184490-262048112968748307?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/262048112968748307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8257415287399118516</id><published>2008-07-02T22:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:18:15.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Keling</title><content type='html'>A heart felt poem written by Sheena Baharuddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;cool breezey,&lt;br /&gt;me looking as muslim as muslim can be when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees me,&lt;br /&gt;points at me&lt;br /&gt;roots me out from my solid ground&lt;br /&gt;"are you a keling?"&lt;br /&gt;she asks me accusingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how seconds stretch into eternities when one is under the scrutiny of a thousand eyes giggling, laughing, demeaning-&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how&lt;br /&gt;in one word short&lt;br /&gt;she undermines the sufferings of my grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;him chained to the feet in a land&lt;br /&gt;he was brought to slave in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him making sounds that would soon define who he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kling kling kling,&lt;br /&gt;goes the sound of the chains&lt;br /&gt;kling kling kling,&lt;br /&gt;goes the sound of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one word short,&lt;br /&gt;she forgets that her ancestors and mine&lt;br /&gt;shared the same blood line and faith&lt;br /&gt;we used to revere together at the breasts of&lt;br /&gt;Shiva, Ganesh and Kali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Kali, the mighty goddess who&lt;br /&gt;crushed&lt;br /&gt;a thousand armies&lt;br /&gt;with the beat of her violent dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kling kling kling,&lt;br /&gt;goes the sound of her anklets&lt;br /&gt;kling kling kling,&lt;br /&gt;goes the sound of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly:&lt;br /&gt;7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;hot scorching,&lt;br /&gt;me looking as keling as keling can be&lt;br /&gt;a crying girl was all&lt;br /&gt;that was left of me&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that WORD became me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8257415287399118516?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8257415287399118516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8257415287399118516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8257415287399118516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8257415287399118516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/keling.html' title='Keling'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-749891233892520592</id><published>2008-06-05T20:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:03.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today, while reading the papers on my lunch break (yes,yes, I know, how very old skool of me to be reading the newspaper while everyone else reads the news online :P) I came across this cartoon sketch from the Opinion section of the Herald Sun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SEfCRlJIphI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bc4ZxxvyL4g/s1600-h/ATT00230.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SEfCRlJIphI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bc4ZxxvyL4g/s320/ATT00230.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208345101361260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't know about you but this sketch to me is an indication of revelation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was about 10 years old, I was watching a documentary on TV2 (Saluran Emas, oh boy! Now we are getting really old skool here) with my brother about March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. I remember asking my big brother &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while pointing to the TV,“Who is that guy ah?”. My brother who was only 13 at that time explained to me who he was and what he did and why he did what he did. Is my brother so smart or what?? The dude always knew so much in general knowledge I tell you. Ok let’s not stray away from the topic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway then my brother went “Shhh, listen this..” And there I was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;listening to Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” for the first time. All I could think to myself at that time was “WOW” mainly because at the age of 10, my vocabulary was limited :P, but to say the least, it was the most inspiring thing that I have ever heard, ever! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;……..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He had a dream…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SEfOwomxYJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5FLWycbs6fs/s1600-h/180px-Martin-Luther-King-1964-leaning-on-a-lectern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SEfOwomxYJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5FLWycbs6fs/s320/180px-Martin-Luther-King-1964-leaning-on-a-lectern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208358829006348434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....and perhaps Barack Obama is close of being the living proof of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that dream.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-749891233892520592?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/749891233892520592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=749891233892520592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/749891233892520592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/749891233892520592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/SEfCRlJIphI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bc4ZxxvyL4g/s72-c/ATT00230.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-749130328977415457</id><published>2008-05-25T20:38:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:33:34.827+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too hard to think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, I am alive. Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going through one of those phases again. You know, &lt;i&gt;that phase&lt;/i&gt;. What's it called?? Ahhh yes- The Transitional Phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird. So annoying. So exciting. All at the same time. It's a reoccurring phenomenon that we just can't run away from. Someone once told me "Comfort zones are not meant to be permanent. Once you know you’re in a comfort zone, it’s time take the next step and move on. That’s what life is really all about”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I guess that’s what I am currently doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Won’t elaborate on it for now. We shall leave that for another day or at least when I, myself have digested it well enough to spit out on a post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For now I do apologise for the senseless &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gibberish. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway do like my new banner??? I took that picture today, yes today I say, while I was waiting for the train. Mind you I DO NOT HAVE PHOTOSHOP. So this was done using ms paint and ms office picture manager. Given the time span of 30 minutes, I would like to think that I have done very well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I choose to call this banner the “Transitional Banner”. This means that it may not be permanent, like everything else in life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-749130328977415457?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/749130328977415457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=749130328977415457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/749130328977415457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/749130328977415457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-hard-to-think-of-title.html' title='Too hard to think of a title'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-6992270835575264033</id><published>2008-03-02T10:58:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:05.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail Mail</title><content type='html'>Having a blog definitely helps sometimes. It is possibly the best excuse that I have to not&lt;br /&gt;(i) study, (ii) do the laundry and (iii) cleaning :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway remember the postcard swap that I took part in last month. You've seen what Karen's card is like now you'll get to see what did I make for her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nuwEmS3uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UPxRDa9n6gE/s1600-h/loveswap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nuwEmS3uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UPxRDa9n6gE/s320/loveswap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172928156647218914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://chookooloonks.blogphotography.com/"&gt;Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see mine looks ok only compared to the other cards that she's received :P. It's the one with the red arrow pointing at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just went I thought the snail mail frenzy was over look what I got again:&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nyBUmS3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RjymH1mYfaI/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nyBUmS3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RjymH1mYfaI/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172931751534845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Snail Mail from Espana *weeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nyikmS3wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pe7wMFQ60Hc/s1600-h/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nyikmS3wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pe7wMFQ60Hc/s320/IMG_0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172932322765496066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a letter come recipe all the way from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://love-is-rain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nzFEmS3xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tQygaXvvQ9M/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nzFEmS3xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tQygaXvvQ9M/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172932915470982930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nzSUmS3yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7i5xkLPy6JU/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nzSUmS3yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7i5xkLPy6JU/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172933143104249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can't wait to try it out. Probably will try it on this upcoming long weekend :). This is vegan dish because Fon's a vegan but tell you what, when I was reading the recipe I was like almost drooling. If only I had a personal chef, I would ask him/her to make that for me instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8n0REmS3zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NNWemQ4NIRI/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8n0REmS3zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NNWemQ4NIRI/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172934221141040946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fon's sketch attemp of the Portabella Mushrooms; though it does look more like a Big Mac to me hahahha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't be lazy to take some photos and update on the recipe :P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, here are some blogs that has unintentionally become my daily blog surfing routine (apart from my close friends blogs that is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://chookooloonks.blogphotography.com/"&gt;Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://girlsgonechild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca Woolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shuttersisters.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Shutter Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mattbites.typepad.com/mattbites/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Matt Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nectarandlight.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jenifer Altman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://blogs1.marthastewart.com/martha/"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so you if you're looking at Martha Stewart's name and going "what da", well I happen to like her and her works, so bite me! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all for now. I'm hungry and so am going to have some instant noodle-YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&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/30184490-6992270835575264033?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6992270835575264033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=6992270835575264033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/6992270835575264033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/6992270835575264033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/having-blog-definitely-helps-sometimes.html' title='Snail Mail'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R8nuwEmS3uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UPxRDa9n6gE/s72-c/loveswap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8220469973033194128</id><published>2008-02-19T20:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:51:24.941+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I will.....</title><content type='html'>[WoW! 4th post for the month!!!- Now that's something we've not seen in awhile aye? :P&lt;br /&gt;I use to take blogging seriously but now I guess you should realise that this space is here for my blues and pimping stuff.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will find it in myself to not be so angry. I will find it in myself to not be so sulky. I will find it in myself to not worry so much. I will find it in myself to be hopeful, optimistic, forgiving and happy, and I will find it in myself to sleep on things before I take drastic actions. Most of all, I will find it in myself to not regret the things I do ( good or bad), and to learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: How many of you are still in par with your New Year's resolution(s)?? Man! I am finding it EXTREMELY difficult- but I am not going to give up just yet. I mean come on! It's only February for Pete's sake :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8220469973033194128?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8220469973033194128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8220469973033194128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8220469973033194128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8220469973033194128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will.html' title='I will.....'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-5842138377183685523</id><published>2008-02-14T20:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:09.912+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard Swap: The Love Edition</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from (a tiring day at) work. I went to my snail mail box and there in a pile full of boring mails and bills I saw this envelope  addressed to me in bright pink writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QFuybEXVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/geHP0Tyt_2g/s1600-h/100_1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QFuybEXVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/geHP0Tyt_2g/s320/100_1386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760973868227922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it came all the way from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QF7SbEXWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-J_QGe-sDM/s1600-h/100_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QF7SbEXWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-J_QGe-sDM/s320/100_1391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761188616592738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas-U.S.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I stumbled upon this AMAZING photography come blog called &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://chookooloonks.blogphotography.com/"&gt;Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt;. Tell you what- I am so in love with it- the blog that is ;) Anyway sometime last month the author of this blog; Karen had organised this thing called &lt;a href="http://chookooloonks.blogphotography.com/archives/7899_1714915339/274348"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;postcard swap: The true love edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I thought the idea was so cool that as uncreative and boring as I am, I should give it a go and emailed her expressing my interest to be apart of it. A couple of weeks later, I didn't hear anything from her and it turned out that she didn't even received my email to begin with. Anyway I emailed her back saying that it was ok and that hopefully I will get a chance to participate in the next postcard swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied back saying how sorry she was and said that she will send me a card instead! What a serious act of kind gesture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QIPibEXcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GSsWcFNibjY/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QIPibEXcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GSsWcFNibjY/s320/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166763735532199362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QGjCbEXXI/AAAAAAAAAII/JDbfcoFLfp8/s1600-h/100_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QGjCbEXXI/AAAAAAAAAII/JDbfcoFLfp8/s320/100_1392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761871516392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's such an amazing photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QGzSbEXYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0EDWMbLOFGw/s1600-h/100_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QGzSbEXYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0EDWMbLOFGw/s320/100_1395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762150689267074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHEybEXZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uwGPmkvl-f8/s1600-h/100_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHEybEXZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uwGPmkvl-f8/s320/100_1398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762451336977810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHTSbEXaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AaAuRvSG5ek/s1600-h/100_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHTSbEXaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AaAuRvSG5ek/s320/100_1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762700445080994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHjybEXbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Kad65sDTSo4/s1600-h/100_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QHjybEXbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Kad65sDTSo4/s320/100_1397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762983912922546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After seeing her card, I now feel like really bad for that card that I made and send to her :S. I mean seriously mine is just so crappy compared to hers. I am not even sure whether has it reached safely at Texas.&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this Karen- I'm So Sorry! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say for now is Thank You! This has definitely put a big smile on my face. *HuGs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-5842138377183685523?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5842138377183685523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=5842138377183685523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5842138377183685523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5842138377183685523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/postcard-swap-love-edition.html' title='Postcard Swap: The Love Edition'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R7QFuybEXVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/geHP0Tyt_2g/s72-c/100_1386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-7795249135419651918</id><published>2008-02-10T20:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:12.748+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two to the Five at NOBU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;25!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've just turned a quarter of a century old on Chinese New Year this year!AND would naively like to take that as a sign of some sort of great prosperity coming up my way ;) ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey from 24 to 25 has been a life lesson that no money can buy,no book can teach and no degree can gain. The older I get, the more that life has thought and reminded me of what's important for me. Although for now I can't really say that I have found my true calling, however, there's no doubt in my mind that I am getting closer to it. It's a gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am not keen to admit this, I am now an adult. I have responsibilities that I try to carry them out as well as possible. I have to make decisions that may not always favour me or to the people who are close to me but it is the best possible solution to the situation. I have learn to face problems with courage and strength. Life cannot always be fair to me or be served in a silver platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, when I woke up on in the morning of my birthday, I always wished, wished for things material and non material. But this year I woke up not wishing for anything. Instead for the first time in my entire life I said Thank You. To me, that was sign that I was no longer a child or a teenager but an adult who is eagerly looking to forward to what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Enough of the sentiments :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much on the actual day instead of going to work and later in the evening decided to treat two of my closest friends in the whole wide world to dinner at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.noburestaurants.com/"&gt;NOBU&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Snap shots do the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67VcCbEXFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2j2_z0v502M/s1600-h/100_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67VcCbEXFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2j2_z0v502M/s320/100_1327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165300500303993938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With Miss Gooi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67VtCbEXGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fuK84ci09Go/s1600-h/100_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67VtCbEXGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fuK84ci09Go/s320/100_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165300792361770082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jol and Cyn- sharing the Birthday together for the 3rd year in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67WZCbEXHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/THe0uzBSofg/s1600-h/100_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67WZCbEXHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/THe0uzBSofg/s320/100_1337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165301548276014194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First meal of the day: Tacos (Japanese style)- Salmon, Lobster, Crab and Tuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67W2ibEXII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D3HPl5wz7T4/s1600-h/100_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67W2ibEXII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D3HPl5wz7T4/s320/100_1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165302055082155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mocktails: Laici and Lime-S0 refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67XQSbEXJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/j9HAdikDygc/s1600-h/100_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67XQSbEXJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/j9HAdikDygc/s320/100_1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165302497463786642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New style Sashimi: I swear I could easily have a giant bowl of this :P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67YECbEXKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bGyefJAk7kA/s1600-h/100_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67YECbEXKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bGyefJAk7kA/s320/100_1344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165303386522016930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An all time favourite: Crispy OYSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67YyibEXLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mSEwf4ViDcE/s1600-h/100_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67YyibEXLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mSEwf4ViDcE/s320/100_1346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165304185385934002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oyster Monsters :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67ZDSbEXMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7dn7yOHko2A/s1600-h/100_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67ZDSbEXMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7dn7yOHko2A/s320/100_1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165304473148742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Black Cod: YUM! is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67ZoSbEXNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8elBK-eoF2A/s1600-h/100_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67ZoSbEXNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8elBK-eoF2A/s320/100_1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165305108803902674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moreton Bay Bugs with Jalepino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67aLibEXOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ao9Iy8w6wGw/s1600-h/100_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67aLibEXOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ao9Iy8w6wGw/s320/100_1353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165305714394291426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67aXybEXPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZVso9BOEhbA/s1600-h/100_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67aXybEXPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZVso9BOEhbA/s320/100_1354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165305924847688946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best shushi and sashimi platter ever! The soft shell crab sushi was AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67a1ibEXQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GCAN3AaSKbA/s1600-h/100_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67a1ibEXQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GCAN3AaSKbA/s320/100_1361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165306435948797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing that didn't amuse me at all. God knows what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67bMSbEXRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZzsgSfvKA-4/s1600-h/100_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67bMSbEXRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZzsgSfvKA-4/s320/100_1359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165306826790821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one on the other hand was a pleasant surprise: Can't go wrong with chocolate can we ;)&lt;br /&gt;The green tea ice cream was so far the best that I've had!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67bwCbEXSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5mqp5xZz5Z0/s1600-h/100_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67bwCbEXSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5mqp5xZz5Z0/s320/100_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165307440971144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The (very) contented Birthday Girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what better way to end the night then shamelessly cam-whoring :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67c0SbEXTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AomjGcR2Jgo/s1600-h/100_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67c0SbEXTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AomjGcR2Jgo/s320/100_1365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165308613497216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67c9CbEXUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wSfsCyBGzww/s1600-h/100_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67c9CbEXUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wSfsCyBGzww/s320/100_1367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165308763821071682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha-Ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also had another small celebration last night with a few more other friends. I didn't bring my camera (though this shall not be a problem in the near future :P) so I have wait to be tagged with the photos on Facebook (hopefully soon) and I will blog more about that FUN &amp;amp; AWESOME night!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time- you have to rely on &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://jolgooi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blessed-25th-yogi.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Nite Nite!&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/30184490-7795249135419651918?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7795249135419651918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=7795249135419651918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7795249135419651918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7795249135419651918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-to-five-at-nobu.html' title='Two to the Five at NOBU'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/R67VcCbEXFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2j2_z0v502M/s72-c/100_1327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-999286118417425425</id><published>2008-02-03T13:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:42:59.898+11:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Embarassing/Weird/Quirky/ No-So-Proud-of Facts about MOI</title><content type='html'>[Now if you look closely to your screen (at this blog of mine), I bet you can see one or two cob webs. Seriously.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I H-A-T-E ironing. I hate it with a passion! I am now trying various washing and hanging tactics that will result in less ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am addicted to cook shows and BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Given me the chance I would have instant noodles like everyday. Every time I go to the Asian Grocery, my shopping basket will be filled with instant noodle from Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Japan and Korea. I would like to consider them as my form of comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would like buy a house in 12-18 months so that I will have a place called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would like to go to New York. So far the plan is to  go by 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I haven't cut my hair in almost 12 months because for some strange reason I can't get around to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a silent passion for photography but still have a lot to learn. By the time no.5 comes I would want to own a nice SLR camera ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm turning a quarter of a century old next week :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've learned that life is too short to be in an unhealthy relationship (romantic or otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can't stand people who are so picky with food. Why can't they just be thankful that have food to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bookstores (Readings, Borders) are my place of refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love sea food! Just had 12 chili mussels and damn they were good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My recent trip back home was absafreakinglutely fantabulous!!!! It was such a joy to have met up and spend some quality time with all of my family and friends. What a blessing I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-999286118417425425?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/999286118417425425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=999286118417425425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/999286118417425425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/999286118417425425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-embarassingweirdquirky-no-so-proud.html' title='12 Embarassing/Weird/Quirky/ No-So-Proud-of Facts about MOI'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3077350459580419019</id><published>2007-12-18T19:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:41:43.922+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas &amp; Happy 08</title><content type='html'>I know that we have at least a week to go before the whole xmas come new year she bang, but I am still going to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that I won't be blogging for the remaining part of the year. Why you ask? Well simply because I will be busy with work, trying to finish as much as possible before my trip back home!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 4 YEARS I am finally making a trip back to MALAYSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 4 YEARS I will spending NY's at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 4 YEARS I will seeing my brother, relatives (well not really keen on this one to be honest) and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! The joy! The Food! The Love! The Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, once again Merry Xmas and A Happy NY!!!&lt;br /&gt;See you next year (hopefully)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3077350459580419019?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3077350459580419019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3077350459580419019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3077350459580419019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3077350459580419019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-happy-08.html' title='Merry Xmas &amp; Happy 08'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8778120409531527178</id><published>2007-11-28T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:38:19.782+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Today I had a minor scare.&lt;br /&gt;I felt fear, sad, angry, frustration and disappointment all at that same moment.&lt;br /&gt;My mind was cloudy, my heart was pounding intensely and my blood was flowing like the angry waves in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was an indication........&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a sign........&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was Gods way of telling me......&lt;br /&gt;That I should never ever take things in life for granted or;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a test to see how strong I was but,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is (was),&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for answering to my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8778120409531527178?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8778120409531527178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8778120409531527178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8778120409531527178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8778120409531527178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-2310515497332533682</id><published>2007-11-04T19:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:13.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I'm Just a girl who has nothing better to blog about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok so after a short absence I've decided to resume blogging by putting up post to show how much perving and drooling I have done over the past year (s)....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool  No1.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;a href="http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/midweekpost.html"&gt;blogged &lt;/a&gt;about him before, but now I know who he is!&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2YNSEWopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JehJ848e1GQ/s1600-h/danielhenney-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2YNSEWopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JehJ848e1GQ/s320/danielhenney-lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128922904600683154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel Hanney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OoooooOOOOOooooooo is all I have to say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool No2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2ZMyEWoqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/twO4GQsw1PU/s1600-h/576832_L1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2ZMyEWoqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/twO4GQsw1PU/s320/576832_L1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128923995522376354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chef Jun Tanaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2ZxiEWorI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P1pRJlYZ4zo/s1600-h/585473_L1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2ZxiEWorI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P1pRJlYZ4zo/s320/585473_L1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128924626882568882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Matt Tebutt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why have I been so addicted to the Food Channel. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool No 4&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2abSEWosI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2KlSi7obOpM/s1600-h/gallery_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2abSEWosI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2KlSi7obOpM/s320/gallery_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128925344142107330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny Bhoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny and uber cute at the same.....seriously.....need I say more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool No 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2bKCEWotI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VEmHqkk2Vs8/s1600-h/MADSMIKKELSEN_HOLLYWOOD-718044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2bKCEWotI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VEmHqkk2Vs8/s320/MADSMIKKELSEN_HOLLYWOOD-718044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128926147300991698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Mads Mikkelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Confession: I've always had a slight weakness for yummy looking Scandinavian villians. God I feel like having some Danish pastry now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool No 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2cEyEWouI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RtrVIPdUB24/s1600-h/johnny_depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2cEyEWouI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RtrVIPdUB24/s320/johnny_depp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128927156618306274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   J-Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You will always be in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo Holy Mothers of All Masalas! Can someone kill me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/30184490-2310515497332533682?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2310515497332533682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=2310515497332533682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2310515497332533682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2310515497332533682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-that-time-of-year.html' title='Coz I&apos;m Just a girl who has nothing better to blog about!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Ry2YNSEWopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JehJ848e1GQ/s72-c/danielhenney-lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-5936972630996860586</id><published>2007-11-01T20:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:11:38.618+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>I want to blog but at the same time I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I choose SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night and Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will resume the leisure of blogging and reading sometime soon (ish)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-5936972630996860586?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5936972630996860586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=5936972630996860586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5936972630996860586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5936972630996860586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8622119148554064596</id><published>2007-09-16T15:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:13.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat King Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RuzAsBPZU3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aeIAPpseWS8/s1600-h/Nat%2BKing%2BCole-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RuzAsBPZU3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aeIAPpseWS8/s320/Nat%2BKing%2BCole-150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110671539638457202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I don't know why but I just love looking at this particular photo of the legendary Nat King Cole.&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/30184490-8622119148554064596?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8622119148554064596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8622119148554064596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8622119148554064596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8622119148554064596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/nat-king-cole.html' title='Nat King Cole'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RuzAsBPZU3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/aeIAPpseWS8/s72-c/Nat%2BKing%2BCole-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3219787138894172917</id><published>2007-09-15T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:16.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>Honestly I can't really remember when was the last time I went out on a Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway decided to give myself a break and joined my fellow working class heroins for a night of pure pleasure and indulgence at&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fifteenmelbourne.com.au/"&gt;Fifteen!&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.fifteenmelbourne.com.au/sample-menus/dinner-tasting.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVWxPZU2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VdJDLzj4rTI/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVWxPZU2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VdJDLzj4rTI/s320/100_0798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110272051845354338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVQRPZU1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/wkU_vjnQxsQ/s1600-h/100_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVQRPZU1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/wkU_vjnQxsQ/s320/100_0796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110271940176204626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVIxPZU0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/tRzaaMYwmoE/s1600-h/100_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVIxPZU0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/tRzaaMYwmoE/s320/100_0794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110271811327185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior was simple but cozy and gorgeous at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had [6 course meal from the Degustation Menu, and YES! I had them all :)]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUnBPZUzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/it_0ClvaXks/s1600-h/100_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUnBPZUzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/it_0ClvaXks/s320/100_0764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110271231506600754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUfxPZUyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gQvihw9BmE8/s1600-h/100_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUfxPZUyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gQvihw9BmE8/s320/100_0765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110271106952549154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entree 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUShPZUxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SEcE3YPi0yQ/s1600-h/100_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUShPZUxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SEcE3YPi0yQ/s320/100_0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110270879319282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entree 2&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite: Salmon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUJRPZUwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WggKEIXNggQ/s1600-h/100_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutUJRPZUwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WggKEIXNggQ/s320/100_0774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110270720405492482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTrhPZUvI/AAAAAAAAADw/G-yng0k02C8/s1600-h/100_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTrhPZUvI/AAAAAAAAADw/G-yng0k02C8/s320/100_0779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110270209304384242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main 2&lt;br /&gt;mmm LAMB at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTjBPZUuI/AAAAAAAAADo/q0D_cqWPnEA/s1600-h/100_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTjBPZUuI/AAAAAAAAADo/q0D_cqWPnEA/s320/100_0777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110270063275496162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert 1&lt;br /&gt;Orange &amp;amp; Mango Sorbet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTaBPZUtI/AAAAAAAAADg/YAKPbx2Owi8/s1600-h/100_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTaBPZUtI/AAAAAAAAADg/YAKPbx2Owi8/s320/100_0782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110269908656673490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert 2&lt;br /&gt;Prune &amp;amp; Custard Tart with Walnut Ice-Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTQRPZUsI/AAAAAAAAADY/GCfbPkGIxQs/s1600-h/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTQRPZUsI/AAAAAAAAADY/GCfbPkGIxQs/s320/100_0784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110269741152948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finale&lt;br /&gt;Fine Quality Cheese Platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTFRPZUrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2hY7SYjsaOs/s1600-h/100_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutTFRPZUrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2hY7SYjsaOs/s320/100_0789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110269552174387890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow working class heroins; stuffed and Happy- JoJo and Cyn :) Thanks Girls for a wonderful and memorable night- it's was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/30184490-3219787138894172917?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3219787138894172917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3219787138894172917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3219787138894172917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3219787138894172917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RutVWxPZU2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VdJDLzj4rTI/s72-c/100_0798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-8753257411548667967</id><published>2007-09-12T18:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:57:45.672+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some TLC for Me!</title><content type='html'>I think I need to start taking care of myself better. I'm deteriorating in front of my very own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never used to have any major skin problems, but I'm breaking out in the worst way right now. I can't even climb 5 flights of stairs without getting winded (but maybe that's normal). I mean, I'm the halest, heartiest person that I know off! I have the constitution of a horse, a loving metabolism, and am a generally low-maintenance human being. This is no more. DOOM! I must now grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally blame it all on my imbalanced lifestyle( not as if I smoke at all or drink like a camel)&lt;br /&gt;. I need to start eating almonds, goji berries and cocoa nibs and those other weird unappetizing things. I am even considering some organic eating tips *shock horror*. Go gluten-free, like all those fine art/ hippie wankers :P. Incorporate more exercise in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, farewell beloved dairy products and saturated fats! *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, it's a slippery slope from here on out, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-8753257411548667967?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8753257411548667967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=8753257411548667967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8753257411548667967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/8753257411548667967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-tlc-for-me.html' title='Some TLC for Me!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-6368704342825146087</id><published>2007-09-02T09:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:28:02.198+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To Papa With Love</title><content type='html'>Just a simple dream, a single happening,&lt;br /&gt;to awaken my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to uncover the hidden love so strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buried within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoilt child, I thought I deserved the title for whatever that I had gone through. But I never was thankful. I took it all in. But as the years pass I realised that whatever form of gratitude had only been directed towards my mother. The only recognition of efforts was solely, almost entirely, of the master of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, she has always been the one holding up the family, not allowing it to fall. She has always been strong, faltering every now and then but still managing to pick up the falls and emerge stronger. And we children have every reason to idolise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've become older and hopefully more mature and wiser is when I realised how much this old man of mine, has touched my heart for the change in him over these years. The only figure in the household that I left out, and neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've seen my father's hair whiten, and unlike my mother, I've witnessed the huge change in personality in him, something which I noted silently in my heart, but never did make a big deal out of it. The massive transformation from the fiesty person in him, to a much sensitive and emotional man now. The man who gave me whatever I wanted from my impulsive demands, the man who spoils me every now and then. And I can never forgive myself each time I threw tantrums with some of his incompetence, because it was just so... convenient. But I quietly withdrew the remorse, together with myself, back into the cocoon. He's the only person whom I could display my unhappiness, for me being the youngest in my family I didn't allow me to be given much chance to have a say in things - which then leaves me to lots of pent-up frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did talk about it, but what happened to my father 5 years ago only made our family closer, and for me to finally break open my shell after two decades of my life to hold out my hand to both my aging parents to show them how much they meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever were to choose, I would never have chosen other family to be born in. I am most thankful to be part of the two people whose genes have formed me, and I also thank them greatly for that, whether I'm sick, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, what an emotional entry that had been, but Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-6368704342825146087?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6368704342825146087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=6368704342825146087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/6368704342825146087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/6368704342825146087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-papa-with-love.html' title='To Papa With Love'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-4777188657694724531</id><published>2007-09-01T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:17.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the first day of........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RtkosfShfRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u4P01_Sw0_U/s1600-h/spring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RtkosfShfRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u4P01_Sw0_U/s320/spring2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105156397379714322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RtjVMvShfQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1qsxwbX343o/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RtjVMvShfQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1qsxwbX343o/s320/spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105064592453762306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite time of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Happy Belated 50th Birthday Malaysia! If you were a car you'll be a classic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-4777188657694724531?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4777188657694724531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=4777188657694724531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/4777188657694724531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/4777188657694724531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-first-day-of.html' title='It&apos;s the first day of........'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RtkosfShfRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u4P01_Sw0_U/s72-c/spring2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3801577553267094231</id><published>2007-07-19T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:34:31.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quite sometime ago, I read an article about a Arthur Ashe that had probably changed my life forever. For those who don't know who he is-Arthur Ash was the first ever and the only African-American to win Wimbledon back in 1970's(I think it was 1975-not sure). A very inspiring and probably one of the most prominent athlete of our time. However his life ended tragicaly when he was diagnosed with HIV which he contracted from blood tranfusions from a heart surgery that he had to undergo. So sad right? So what was about Arthur Ashe that touched and thought me probably the greatest value of all time?? I give you this bit of the article which I had cut out and kept it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During his battle with AIDS, from the world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which asked: "Why does God have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 50,000,000 children start playing tennis, 5,000,000 learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5,000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to the semi-finals, 2 to the finals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I was holding a cup I never asked God "Why me?" And today in pain I should not be asking God, "Why me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People tend to complain a lot. It's a norm. It's just in us. Complain and complain and more complain. Everyone does it. The only difference is that there are some that complain too much, and some that restrain from complaining, and rather work with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first category of people, are the one's that fall. If a person is gonna complain about everything, and not move forward or perhaps do something to make the problem go away, then it's  just going to turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, are those people who are the ones that survive it all. The one's that stop and figure a way to solve the problem instead of sitting on the matter and waiting for it to turn sour. You see, that's living, it's either you make it, or break it. Complaining, is just not the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just saying this cause hey...I've made the mistake quite a few times if not many. Why waste time by whining and whinging? Right? I just notice that there are quite a great deal of people that fall into the first category. And the older I get, the more annoyed I am with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess theres always room for change. We need change. Change can always be a good thing, if it's for the better. Always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am trying really hard not to complain too much. I am trying to embrace every good and bad thing in my life. Most importantly I am trying to be more contented with what I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy but I am trying and the effort of doing it itself makes me feel so much more better and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Days of Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was what Arthur Ashe described about the last years of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3801577553267094231?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3801577553267094231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3801577553267094231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3801577553267094231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3801577553267094231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-of-grace.html' title='Days of Grace'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3470928406842825710</id><published>2007-05-15T13:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:22:57.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today while I was cought (per usual) in the morning traffic, stuck right next to my little Jazz was this guy in this poshy looking saphire-blue Holden. As much as I don't fancy bogen Holden drivers, I must say that he and his car were like a picture perfect item. But then there was also something about him that I noticed-not a fimiliar sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was crying as he talked on the phone. He was crying like somebody he loved had died. Or like he just got fired from his job, and has no idea how to make ends meet. I don't know. It just looked like a really, really bad situation. I felt like I was witnessing a Goliath breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for moment there, things fell into prespective. Whatever I am going through right now, no matter how horrible it feels, it can't possibly be as bad as what he is currently going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my traffic stranger, I hope from the bottom of my heart that things will work out for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3470928406842825710?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3470928406842825710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3470928406842825710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3470928406842825710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3470928406842825710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-while-i-was-cought-per-usual-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-7187101028469145573</id><published>2007-05-13T19:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:36:17.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all the mothers out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-7187101028469145573?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7187101028469145573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=7187101028469145573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7187101028469145573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/7187101028469145573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-all-mothers-out-there-happy-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3884658345439525675</id><published>2007-04-07T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:34:20.753+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1*</title><content type='html'>It's been well over a year since we had him into our lives..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Rhcw-bv89HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvUWBhIsN4Y/s1600-h/100_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Rhcw-bv89HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvUWBhIsN4Y/s320/100_0221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050559356278207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RhcwVbv89GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9U2HAkVMFLY/s1600-h/100_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/RhcwVbv89GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9U2HAkVMFLY/s320/100_0214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050558651903571042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Rhcy2rv89II/AAAAAAAAABE/lnXxh9BGcpM/s1600-h/cheekie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Rhcy2rv89II/AAAAAAAAABE/lnXxh9BGcpM/s320/cheekie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050561422157476994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there will be many more years to come..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3884658345439525675?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3884658345439525675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3884658345439525675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3884658345439525675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3884658345439525675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title='1*'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhUGc8SLXMw/Rhcw-bv89HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvUWBhIsN4Y/s72-c/100_0221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-2630120941615277707</id><published>2007-03-01T12:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:04:35.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happ(y)ness</title><content type='html'>whenever i look back, things always seemed to be better. memories happier, life less complicated, even my mood cheerier. this can't be true. if so, i must be falling into a turbulent pool of declining self-worth. it must be my mind playing tricks on me, just like how grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is not as easy as it seems. when you were a child, all you need is very little. very little to make you smile, very little to make you contented. when have we made ourselves so complicated? why have we made ourselves so complicated? i was told that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. why then is my face not forever lighted up and that silly grin a permanent feature? god knows i don't have much to be sad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy. hell, it's one of my resolutions for this year and next. however, i find that i need to make a conscious effort and a whole lot of determination to be happy. i have to wear that reminder like a tatoo on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i have it all wrong. happiness is not laughter, silly grins, jokes and feeling all light and bubbly. that's drunk! maybe happiness is this feeling of peacefulness and confidence that i am experiencing. a deep insight into things surrounding that little will shake my world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm ready for happiness. to truly know happiness, you must have experienced sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like where i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it will be a nice reminder to include 'be happy' in one of my resolutions.....or perhaps 'be drunk' whilst sober is the phrase i am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:*Welcoming Autumn. So not looking foward to the cold*&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: I wanted to reply to the comments on the blog ie merv and lavii but unfortunately i have not verified my Google account. I find this whole Google account thing very me-ma fan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then Selamat Hari Khamis :P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-2630120941615277707?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2630120941615277707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=2630120941615277707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2630120941615277707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/2630120941615277707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/happyness.html' title='Happ(y)ness'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-3116199051696414200</id><published>2007-02-28T10:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:48:19.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the closet??:P</title><content type='html'>My closet is a mess (not as if that's something new :P). I was supposed to organise it this week, put things in place, throwing out the junk, you know the same old boring routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this time around, it's not just a normal closet spring (or rather end of summer) cleaning. It has been 1 year and 3 months since I moved to Diamond Creek and finally I am comfortable and happy enough to refer to it as my bogen home. I unaggresively 'sabotaj' my cousin's room and made it mine minus the personal touch unfortunately ( the room is still rather cluttered with his things; he's been living in his room since he was 7 and now he is 28!) except for a few scented candles, my Radiohead concert poster and my queen size Japanese Fruton. Most of stuffs are still in unlabelled boxes :P which almost makes me living from a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier it is not just a normal closet cleaning event. Instead I would like to consider this as a life-changing event. Putting my wadrobe in order would be like getting the shit together in my life again: work, finances, worries, the number of people I continue to piss off. It's opening a new chapter of my life where the ending has yet to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that cleaning and undersize and over stuffed closet would excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not bore with the details of the closet cleaning event. All I can say for now is that I have a long way to go. And I am looking foward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I am not Gay. Wheter is that good or bad, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-3116199051696414200?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3116199051696414200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=3116199051696414200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3116199051696414200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/3116199051696414200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/coming-out-of-closetp.html' title='Coming out of the closet??:P'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-5965023457383537178</id><published>2007-02-24T11:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:46:33.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>180 deg turn</title><content type='html'>life’s good. all’s well in the world (ok, maybe not). i feel like a butterfly out of her cocoon, ready to spread her wings and soar. But i need to be careful, i musn’t fly too close to the sun, he’d turn my wings to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-5965023457383537178?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5965023457383537178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=5965023457383537178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5965023457383537178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/5965023457383537178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/180-deg-turn.html' title='180 deg turn'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-117163102823491851</id><published>2007-02-16T23:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:11:18.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Less words more photos</title><content type='html'>Ok the birthday celebration is officially over! It's time to move on and enjoy the remaining part of the year. Tonight's dinner didn't really end that well. I just have to soldier on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I would like to thank everyone for all the wonderful birthday presents that I've received. It's amazing to know that the littlest things can bring you so much joy and love. One of my favourite Bday gifts that I received this year was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/403201/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/61784/card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a birthday card which was specially made by the super talented and crafty Jol :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/621361/card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/657858/card2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was signed by Jol and Cyn. I was so touched by it simply because the three of us had gone through similiar form of journey, experience, heartaches, happiness etc. I've never read something so simple yet so sincere- that to me is.......PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Enough talk and more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/160460/1st%20cycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/935889/1st%20cycle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let cycle one begin....with dearest Cyn and Jol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/242927/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/721655/bday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/806273/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/836447/bday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/905944/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/282547/bday3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/744237/bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/44685/bday4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/802151/bday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/156463/bday6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/122931/bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/628996/bday5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/866750/bday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/274736/bday7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/1600/986225/bday8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/596/3232/320/249477/bday8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grand finale- complimentary limosin. Just had to take a photo lah :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-117163102823491851?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/117163102823491851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=117163102823491851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/117163102823491851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/117163102823491851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/less-words-more-photos.html' title='Less words more photos'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-116841987973839665</id><published>2007-01-10T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:19:18.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommorow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Random.Random.Random.Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to write, just like how you try to read me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an aging breast, my blog is sagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staring still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will update more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tommorow. Maybe tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon's leaving UCMS- tommorow is her last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's going to SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's for tommorow for me to sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, maybe I can write all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I could join the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SGT PEPPER's LONELY  HEARTS CLUB BAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8uYtm4r3Tc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8uYtm4r3Tc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-116841987973839665?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116841987973839665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=116841987973839665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/116841987973839665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/116841987973839665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/tommorow.html' title='Tommorow'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-116754900843011979</id><published>2006-12-31T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:24:41.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shall be my last entry for the year 2006 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Life at times can be so harsh, and yet its treatment can be so hush at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with all the things, good and bad, that has happen to me in the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it has redefined me a human being and made me a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Till then see you next year.&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/30184490-116754900843011979?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116754900843011979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=116754900843011979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/116754900843011979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/116754900843011979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115778561986362485</id><published>2006-09-09T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:06:59.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She is sad,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a childhood day gone bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;As she sits in front of the computer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And type these words that rings into her left ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Today I am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would draw a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/macsek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/320/macsek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Irisz Agocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115778561986362485?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115778561986362485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115778561986362485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115778561986362485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115778561986362485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-is-sad-just-like-childhood-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115768920883058457</id><published>2006-09-08T14:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:26:55.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sun rises everyday, so we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" height="20" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://lifelogger.com/common/flash/flvplayer/flvplayer_basic.swf?file=http://kyels.lifelogger.com/media/audio/191773_nliwcqnqwm_conv.flv&amp;autoStart=false "&gt;&lt;!-- param--&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lifelogger.com/common/flash/flvplayer/flvplayer_basic.swf?file=http://kyels.lifelogger.com/media/audio/191773_nliwcqnqwm_conv.flv&amp;amp;autoStart=false%20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="20" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful by India Arie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big big thank you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kyels.com/"&gt;KYLES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; for helping me out with the mp3 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Have a good weekend everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115768920883058457?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115768920883058457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115768920883058457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115768920883058457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115768920883058457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/sun_115768920883058457.html' title='SUN'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115762834087366408</id><published>2006-09-07T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:25:46.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Timesless Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was looking for Lisa Ono's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/span&gt;, instead I found this, which was EVEN better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Edith Piaf- La Vie En Rose&lt;br /&gt;The original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DUcJWaC-2Co"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DUcJWaC-2Co" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you like as much as I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115762834087366408?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115762834087366408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115762834087366408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115762834087366408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115762834087366408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/timesless-melody.html' title='A Timesless Melody'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115630476244569387</id><published>2006-08-23T13:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:46:02.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is RED the new BLACK or just plain BAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just like mood swings, I have colour swings! From time to time, ironic as this may sound, I would be experiencing some colour craze! Overall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;would probably have to be my all time favourite, but I have had the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple rush&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green rush&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;etc. Nowondays,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to me seems to be the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just 6 months ago, I daringly bought a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED LIPSTICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; But only started wearing it like a couple months ago (it took me alot of guts ok!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So last Friday, while I was walking on Elizabeth st, with my dear friend *Siew Leng*, I came across a pair this really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot red high heels&lt;/span&gt;. I went totally GA-GA over it and just had to go in to the shop and try it on. Man! It was sensational! Absafreakinglutely loved it! With me getting all over exited, *Siew Leng* and I had this conversation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Moi: Ohmygod! Look how hot it is man! What do you reckon *Siew Leng*??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;SL: mmm yeah, its ok lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Moi: Why lah?? Don't you think so?? I don't think my mother would agree with me in a pair of red shoes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;SL: Yeah, I think I would have to agree with your mother. Its very ermm, very ah, ST.KILDA type lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Moi: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohmygod! Was I just being compared to a prostitute!!! LOL! Is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red shoes&lt;/span&gt; really that bad?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Anyway,with a comment like that, I ended up buying a pair of black  mary janes instead ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Of course my revenge to her was to blog this out and refer to her by chinese name *Siew Leng*. She hates her chinese name. hehehehe ;) SiewLeng,SiewLeng,SiewLeng!!!!!!!! HA! Padan Muka. Anyway see you tommorow yeah..Siew Leng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115630476244569387?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115630476244569387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115630476244569387&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115630476244569387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115630476244569387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-red-new-black-or-just-plain-bad_23.html' title='Is RED the new BLACK or just plain BAD!'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115375428526018736</id><published>2006-07-24T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T01:35:23.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Live,Love,Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;HA! I tagged this off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://funfon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;fonfon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Fon: is this suppose to tittled- Live, Love, Dream???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Anyway here goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 years ago (1986-age 3+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I was happy in Kemaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I loved my smelly blanket and pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I dreamt of  green witch from Wizard of Oz and that scared crap out of me- BIG TIME!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 years ago (1991-age 8+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I was still in Kemaman and loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I started loving chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I dreamt of orang minyak-scary little dwarfs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 years ago (1996-age 13+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-Hated and wanted to leave Kemaman- thought all the cool teenagers lived in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-Loved jambu (guava) because I had a major crush on the Jambu Shop boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I dreamt of making it big- In what?? Don't know..;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 years ago (2001-age 18+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I moved to bloody Subang Jaya and was missing Kemaman more than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hated the world after finding out that there was a tumour in my dad's colon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-That just gave me nothing but nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 years ago(2003-age 20+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I lived in Melbourne and loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I loved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I dreamt of me falling from a from the sky and into the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last year (2005-age 22+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I lived in Melbourne-Hawthorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I liked a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I dreamt about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year (2006-age23+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I am living in Melbourne-Diamond Creek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-The boy I liked broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-My dreams are shattered like a broken glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday (July25 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I stayed over at Ker Hui's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I loved the previous night out with Kerhui,Selina,Anu,Huey Yee,Julia and Sidney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I forgot to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today (July 26 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I am still alive (with a slight hangover).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-The boy whom I liked and broke my heart rang me out of the blue at 1.30 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-Too tired to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow (July 27 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope I will stay alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope I will be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope I will dream of all the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next year (2007-age 24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope to live strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope to love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I hope I will dream of good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-10 years from now (you do the math)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I will live life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I will love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-I will dream of my past and its ups and downs and smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115375428526018736?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115375428526018736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115375428526018736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115375428526018736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115375428526018736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/livelovedream.html' title='Live,Love,Dream'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30184490.post-115112471816866944</id><published>2006-06-24T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:51:58.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BlackBird</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k509UhnQmGo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k509UhnQmGo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30184490-115112471816866944?l=ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115112471816866944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30184490&amp;postID=115112471816866944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115112471816866944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30184490/posts/default/115112471816866944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ateegoy-ateegoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blackbird.html' title='BlackBird'/><author><name>ateegoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/596/3232/1600/mazsola01.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
