<?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-19715843</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:03:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Muffin!!</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a dog... surprised?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-5587079717270179403</id><published>2009-04-06T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:33:50.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Run</title><content type='html'>Yawwwnnnnzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffy so tired... the reason becoz Papa and Mama brought me to a dog run yesterday. They called it a Class 95 Dog run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Muffy reach there I saw so many friends... big friend, schmall friend, angwy friend, happy friend, shy friend.... Papa said got about 1000 dogs went yesterday... Muffy was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We que up to get Muffy registered for the dog walk... and my doggie gawd there are soooo many doggies around trying to sniff each other backside and smell them... Muffy also do a lot of sniffing also.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa told me Uncle terrence and aunty camemeara (Dunno how to spell her name)  was there with Jamie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grrr*&lt;/span&gt; and Mitchell also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I saw a female dog that look just like me!! Papa say she might be my sister... wait... sister? I got a sister? Her name is Niuniu Papa took a photo of both of us.... later I get papa to post it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niuniu told me she also 5 years old.. and has the same colour as me.... Muffy never knew got a sister... maybe we try to find my brother and sister later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour walk, we finally finished and Muffy was panting like I have no more breath... I was so tired after the walk and fell asleep the rest of the day.... I wonder if every week can do like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ysawwnnnssmss... Muffy go back to sleep. tomorrow post niuniu photo. zzzz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-5587079717270179403?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/5587079717270179403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=5587079717270179403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5587079717270179403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5587079717270179403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2009/04/doggie-run.html' title='Doggie Run'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-4941803548549691803</id><published>2009-03-17T13:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:04:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprains...</title><content type='html'>ever since koh koh Rhys is born, papa and mama is busy taking care of him. Which means that they have less time for poor Muffy... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily kor kor only comes back to papa's house only on Fwiday nite and going back to por por's place on Sunday night. When he is home, my poor muffy ears very painful... not because he pull my ear. It's because he can cry so loud that I have to stay far far away from him so that my ears not painful. Even at night, he can cry so loud that poor Muffy have to go out of the bedroom and sleep at the kitchen.... papa says his ear almost cannot hear also... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... papa bought a new camera.. vewy big one. But he can take very nice pictures of Muffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb871TOjxPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulJzusE6-HA/s1600-h/DSCF0223_gimp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb871TOjxPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulJzusE6-HA/s200/DSCF0223_gimp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314031872200918258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is one more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88AzoLmfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dTRCgW8Nb_M/s1600-h/DSCF0366_gimp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88AzoLmfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dTRCgW8Nb_M/s200/DSCF0366_gimp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032069876881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some photos of the noisy kor kor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88oYPJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vdcpcKuCuQI/s1600-h/DSCF0134_gimp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88oYPJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vdcpcKuCuQI/s200/DSCF0134_gimp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032749718928162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88ycNvAZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pJAon2MVDdE/s1600-h/DSCF0274_gimp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb88ycNvAZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pJAon2MVDdE/s200/DSCF0274_gimp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032922585399698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be cute, but he is a devil.... Muffy better. Cute and adorable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*heh heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-4941803548549691803?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/4941803548549691803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=4941803548549691803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4941803548549691803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4941803548549691803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2009/03/comprains.html' title='Comprains...'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/Sb871TOjxPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulJzusE6-HA/s72-c/DSCF0223_gimp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-1417908578485310426</id><published>2009-01-01T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:22:04.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi Noo Year!!</title><content type='html'>Daddy and mummy told me todae is the noo year....yesterday is last day of 2008 and todae is first day of 2009. Funny right? How come people have this kind of noo year thing and make people count and count? To Muffy, one day is one day. Why new year lei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Muffy learn a new thing from Daddy and mummy: happi noo year!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*got more treats in noo year?* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-1417908578485310426?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/1417908578485310426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=1417908578485310426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1417908578485310426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1417908578485310426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2009/01/happi-noo-year.html' title='Happi Noo Year!!'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-5112437033393891913</id><published>2008-12-14T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:44:12.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa and mama go out again</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... where is papa and mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, papa and mama woke up vewy early. Then they packed up many many things and bring me and Rhys to porpor's house. Mama said something like they are going out to Hong Kong and por por is going to take care of cute Muffin and noisy Rhys for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine*&lt;/span&gt; why they don't want to take cute Muffin along? I gave papa the sad stare and papa said "Muffy, dogs cannot go overseas because the people there will  snatch you and cannot come back anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Cannot come back? nonono... I better stay in porpor's house and bully them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and mama better come back with many toys for Muffin or else I will bite their backside. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can bully gong gong and make him run around for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-5112437033393891913?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/5112437033393891913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=5112437033393891913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5112437033393891913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5112437033393891913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/12/papa-and-mama-go-out-again.html' title='papa and mama go out again'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-544503680851006187</id><published>2008-11-28T07:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:40:36.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die-rea</title><content type='html'>Muffin is not feeling well... For the past few days I have been pooing very soft poo and Papa have to clean up the floor everytime I leave a mess.... Sorry Papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PApa and mama also see that I look very tired the whole day. I feel tired because my tummy don't feel well. Hopefully I can get better soon so that I can run and jump around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had die-rea is when I eat something wrong... I forgot what I eat the past few days to make my poo so soft.... now papa only give me the dry kibbles until I get better... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine* &lt;/span&gt;no more fishy and meat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep now... because I got die-rea the whole night..now my asshole very painful. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-544503680851006187?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/544503680851006187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=544503680851006187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/544503680851006187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/544503680851006187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/11/die-rea.html' title='Die-rea'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-7435991653541171368</id><published>2008-11-16T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:05:46.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby</title><content type='html'>Remember papa said he want to take a picture of me and the new baby? Papa said his name is called Rhys... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hmm... can I call him Rhys or small papa?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SR9-lH3qyMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I6T7N-NaXvU/s1600-h/PB140251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SR9-lH3qyMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I6T7N-NaXvU/s200/PB140251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269069265279568066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SR9-krSN0YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m4OUh_Pe6Fk/s1600-h/PB140252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SR9-krSN0YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m4OUh_Pe6Fk/s200/PB140252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269069257606287746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you sae is cuter? Me or baby papa? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*me of course*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/19715843-7435991653541171368?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/7435991653541171368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=7435991653541171368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7435991653541171368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7435991653541171368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-baby.html' title='New baby'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SR9-lH3qyMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I6T7N-NaXvU/s72-c/PB140251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-6965944505409118434</id><published>2008-11-11T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:11:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kewl cut</title><content type='html'>my eyebows keep covering my eyes and my fur kept getting messy so I asked papa to bring me to aunty Rachel to give me a teddy bear cut. So papa bwoght me today to the pet shop and gave me a shiiok shiok cut and this is what I look like now. More cuter than ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof*&lt;/span&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/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSaZMdf0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dDWVQftFQSY/s1600-h/PB110228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSaZMdf0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dDWVQftFQSY/s200/PB110228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267261483835555650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wassup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkTLooptvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MU8fpgpm5u4/s1600-h/PB110229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkTLooptvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MU8fpgpm5u4/s200/PB110229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267262329793918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close up view of cute ME!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSbKvai4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dF2fLnIECXA/s1600-h/PB110231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSbKvai4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dF2fLnIECXA/s200/PB110231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267261497135500162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me doing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;paw paw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to get my treats. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&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/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSbC872dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LTI0GppsCaw/s1600-h/PB110234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSbC872dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LTI0GppsCaw/s200/PB110234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267261495044725202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking steady and cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa said will take a photo of me and the new baby. I will try to look cuter than him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-6965944505409118434?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/6965944505409118434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=6965944505409118434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6965944505409118434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6965944505409118434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/11/kewl-cut.html' title='kewl cut'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRkSaZMdf0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dDWVQftFQSY/s72-c/PB110228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-8968773714765275690</id><published>2008-11-09T23:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:11:39.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama giving birth</title><content type='html'>on fwiday, papa and mama went out and leaving poor Muffy back in the kitchen again. *whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa told me that Mama is giving birth to little baby. Is that what is in Mama stomach now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little baby comes out, I will have a new friend. *yippee!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, papa came back and told me that he is not coming home that night because he will be helping mama to give birth. So Muffy is going to stay with Aunty Stephanee and ballball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BallBall? I think I remember him...  the white dog that looks like me. Hmm... he stayed with Muffy before and we fought before.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grrr...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Papa brought me over to aunty steph's howse, Ballball immediately ran out to greet me... We sniffed each other backside.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that is how dog's greet each other) &lt;/span&gt;and I started to explore the new howse. I decided to mark a few spots to tell ballball I am here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hehheh*&lt;/span&gt;. Papa saw me and whacked me hard on my bottom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed very fast. Ballball tried playing with me but I boh chup him (because he tried eating my food). Aunty Steph dressed me up with some clothes. She took a few peekture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgumHbM96I/AAAAAAAAADg/LGo19wlsF0k/s1600-h/08112008491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgumHbM96I/AAAAAAAAADg/LGo19wlsF0k/s200/08112008491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267010996572845986" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgwvqtj5bI/AAAAAAAAADo/JT2J6HzERRE/s1600-h/08112008492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgwvqtj5bI/AAAAAAAAADo/JT2J6HzERRE/s200/08112008492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013359687165362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's ball ball. He likes to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgx8CZET9I/AAAAAAAAADw/K-AZiJj1GXE/s1600-h/08112008498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgx8CZET9I/AAAAAAAAADw/K-AZiJj1GXE/s200/08112008498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267014671713718226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgyTpqKOlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRJ81fUROAQ/s1600-h/09112008503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgyTpqKOlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRJ81fUROAQ/s200/09112008503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267015077391383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am soooo tired.... I keep sleeping...&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/19715843-8968773714765275690?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/8968773714765275690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=8968773714765275690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8968773714765275690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8968773714765275690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/11/mama-giving-birth.html' title='Mama giving birth'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SRgumHbM96I/AAAAAAAAADg/LGo19wlsF0k/s72-c/08112008491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-3103780558912211818</id><published>2008-11-04T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:20:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad Muffy</title><content type='html'>Papa kinda dowant Muffy to get near him. I donno why. Everytime I want to follow him around, he told me to stay. I used to follow him because I scared of being alone. Papa said its for my own good because he said I got separation anxiety... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huh? what is that? word so long...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Papa and Mama keep putting me in the kitchen even if they are at home. I don't understwand why. I want to play with them everytime and want to follow them everywhere they go. I want to get massaged by them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Papa and Mama go out, they will put me into the kitchen. I dowant to be alone because it is scary. especwally at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scared of dark also.&lt;br /&gt;I scared of boom boom outside the sky (Mama say its thunder... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the boom boom sound called thunder&lt;/span&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;I scared of loud sound&lt;br /&gt;I scared of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I pee and poo all over the place and don't want to play with any toys. I don't even want to eat and drink also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I so scared? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I not scared of people outside the door. I bark at them. But always got scolded by mama. :)&lt;br /&gt;I not scared of flying things, and I like to eat them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not scared of Grandpa and grandma becaouse I can bully them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I not scared of cats&lt;br /&gt;I not scared of kiki.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/19715843-3103780558912211818?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/3103780558912211818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=3103780558912211818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/3103780558912211818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/3103780558912211818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-muffy.html' title='sad Muffy'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-1545590979260159747</id><published>2008-10-31T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:18:33.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time wif Cookie</title><content type='html'>Cookie's parents brought her home on Saturday and Mama saw that I looked very xian and tired after she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a beri good time playing with each other, chasing each other around the house the whole day...well, actually, we have been doing that for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always initiated the play 1st cuz Cookie super shy...I think she acts shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq7PwFHQjI/AAAAAAAAACw/cwdgAkgBqJI/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq7PwFHQjI/AAAAAAAAACw/cwdgAkgBqJI/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263224993814626866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq79DdLwpI/AAAAAAAAADY/MM3_7LW0PUA/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq79DdLwpI/AAAAAAAAADY/MM3_7LW0PUA/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225772109972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq7810OSdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1oRi1snRzjA/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq7810OSdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1oRi1snRzjA/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225768448510418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq789h0e-I/AAAAAAAAADI/SK1howDMH10/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq789h0e-I/AAAAAAAAADI/SK1howDMH10/s200/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225770518805474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq78pFhoLI/AAAAAAAAADA/H4-tJPTk6-M/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq78pFhoLI/AAAAAAAAADA/H4-tJPTk6-M/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225765031420082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq77y2m2CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GI5ypTMJM68/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq77y2m2CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GI5ypTMJM68/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263225750473332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember that both of us were beri tired after playing. Mama prepared a beri nice dinner for both of us: chix wif carrots and beans....nice... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama told me that Cookie's parents commented that she looked very tired and lack of sleep; cuz she slept shortly after she went home...just like me... ...if anyone were to play like us, and running about the house so carefree (Mama didn't even bother to scold us or anything; just let us have free play) for the past few days, you'll understand why... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, on Sunday, Papa showed Mama the new toy he bought for me but she's not giving me to play *whine*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to save it for Xmas as I have many toys already...But what's Xmas? I want my new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to sniff around the bag where Mama put the toy and she knew tat I would want to dig it out to play. She has scolded me a few time for doing that...but I'll try my luck again when she's not attentive...hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I wonder, why CAN'T I lick my paws? Papa slapped my paws for the past 2 days when he caught me licking; Mama caned my paws when she saw me licking it too... ... but I just like to lick them.... but Mama complains tat my paws being smelly etc....*whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Papa and Mama drove me to Mama's fren's house. The lane was so pitch dark...when Papa got off the car, I actually cried out which surprised Mama...when she got out, I behaved like a frantic bear...well, the place is so dark that I can hardly see my Mama and Papa...scared scared... *whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa said I'm such a coward, no guts but Mama told him it's normal for me to behave this way cuz I never been to a pitch dark place before...when they drove back to our carpark and left me in the car, I didn't whine or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proven: I'm afraid of the dark...eh, who won't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-1545590979260159747?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/1545590979260159747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=1545590979260159747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1545590979260159747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1545590979260159747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/10/play-time-wif-cookie.html' title='Play Time wif Cookie'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SQq7PwFHQjI/AAAAAAAAACw/cwdgAkgBqJI/s72-c/IMG_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2317032927067815462</id><published>2008-10-21T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:48:25.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New company for the week</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing Mama at home for the past few weeks and I love her company; at least I'm not that lonely during daytime and when night time comes, Papa can play wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Uncle Daryl and Aunt Rachel brought Cookie over to my place *grrrr* as they are going overseas for 1 week. *Are they going to the same overseas Papa always go?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show kiki who's boss, I growled at her every now and then whenever she approached near to my toys and bone bone...But now I dun growl at her anymore because she already got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of my growling, I kena whacked by Mama again *whined*. Mama gave Kiki and me some kibbles but I ate from KiKi's bowl instead, as I think her food must be better, although Mama told me it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mama replenished Kiki's bowl and put the bowl and Kiki within her gate, I was not happi and growled at Kiki while trying to use my paws to reach for the bowl of kibbles...Mama warned me a few times to quit it but I ignored and ended wif cane whacking. *Whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mama told me that I'm messing up the living room. Here's the picture Mama took tat explained why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1ULsLTaJI/AAAAAAAAACY/7GnG4jMFAhY/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1ULsLTaJI/AAAAAAAAACY/7GnG4jMFAhY/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259452499652470930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's only a portion of it. Mama gave up cleaning after my mess and let the toys lying around. But one thing she doesn't like is that I play wif Kiki's toys as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, I have a basket full of toys which Mama thinks it's more than enough to entertain myself but I still play Kiki's. Well, Kiki's not complaining so I see no reason why I cannot play hers. *woof woof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki is considered a nice companion, despite other things. Whenever Mama asked "Do you want treats?", both of us would run to her and promptly without cue, we would sit down patiently waiting for our treats like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1Vd0pAqHI/AAAAAAAAACg/RIWE_MLhXpg/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1Vd0pAqHI/AAAAAAAAACg/RIWE_MLhXpg/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259453910673827954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kiki n I always sleep near Mama. Yesterday, she even slept on Mama's lounging slippers. How dare she! *grrrrr* Even I neber once do it cuz Mama's lounging slippers are not toy toy.. I even got evidence to show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1WREfbGsI/AAAAAAAAACo/wprYOcSCsPA/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1WREfbGsI/AAAAAAAAACo/wprYOcSCsPA/s200/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259454791101913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandmama are here thus I shall play wif them. Update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2317032927067815462?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2317032927067815462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2317032927067815462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2317032927067815462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2317032927067815462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-company-for-week.html' title='New company for the week'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SP1ULsLTaJI/AAAAAAAAACY/7GnG4jMFAhY/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2982195180833435064</id><published>2008-09-20T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:38:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YangYang</title><content type='html'>Have not been doing muchie lately because Mummy got fatter and become more lazier and papa went out long long time again. Everyday I stay at the door waiting for him to come home but mama always tell me to go back to bed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lay around, acting cute and having fun tricking grandpa and grandma to give me many treats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae I have nothing to do and came in here to update my blog. I got a nice surprise... YangYang has tagged me. I dunno what is tagged but papa told me its like adding my blog to the other doggie's blog. So other people can see me in when they are looking at other people blog too.... I dunno what is that and I am getting confused. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*head spinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So asked papa to help me link up YangYang also so other people looking at cute muffin can look at YangYang's blog also. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wave at yangyang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... YangYang looks like me. with all the cute cute look and curly curly fur. Is he related to me? Maybe I ask papa when he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN IS PAPA COMING BACK?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2982195180833435064?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2982195180833435064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2982195180833435064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2982195180833435064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2982195180833435064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/09/yangyang.html' title='YangYang'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-8777916545862933614</id><published>2008-08-18T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:57:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My stay with aunty Natalie</title><content type='html'>On national dae, I stayed with aunty natalie. when papa and mama brought me there, aunty natalie was there to meet us with Zen and Patches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Patches saw me, she barked non stop... sound like she dun like me.... maybe i looked cuter than her.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I got scared and tried struggling. ended up I throw out some food becoz my leash is pulling my throat... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aunty natalie brought us up to her howse and looked around. the place is almost as big as papa' howse!!! I sniffed around and Zen joined me with the sniffing exercise. sniff sniff here, sniff sniff there. She like me.. *heh heh* maybe I can play with her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patches still bark at me some time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then papa and mama left. leaving me with aunty natalie with angwee patches and friendly Zen. After some time, Patches didnt bark at me anymore, maybe she start to like me again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I tried playing with them and having some fun. you can see me playing with Zen and patches in their blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I called Zen to give me her blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperzen.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;hyperzen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can play with them more often. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-8777916545862933614?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/8777916545862933614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=8777916545862933614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8777916545862933614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8777916545862933614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-stay-with-aunty-natalie.html' title='My stay with aunty Natalie'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-5356622372480884783</id><published>2008-08-08T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:54:04.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National dae</title><content type='html'>The little chewren near our house has been making a lot of noise todae... mama told me they are singing songs for the national day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is national day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama saes it is the birthday of the country... where we live in. Like Muffin's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do they get to eat cakes on national day? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slurp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got scared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I always got scared by loud noises* &lt;/span&gt;when they are singing so loud. Why do they have to make so much noises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama also told me tomorrow I am staying over at aunty natalie's house. because papa and mama is going out on Saturday night and not coming home. They will pick me up on sunday night. She also told me there are 2 friends, Zen and Patches, that I can play with when I am at Aunty Natalie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember patches.... she was the small dog trying to bully me at wawa's birthday party some time ago. I will try to make friend with her tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Zen. I hope I have some fun time with them tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-5356622372480884783?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/5356622372480884783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=5356622372480884783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5356622372480884783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5356622372480884783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-dae.html' title='National dae'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2212850826276466272</id><published>2008-08-07T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:16:20.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday papa came back early to bring me to see Aunty rachel. He is bringing me to cut my fur... Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair has covered my eyes and the fur is soooo long and everybody thought that I am a mop. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look like before the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SJqgAelHnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/eUkq9ekh99k/s1600-h/P8060129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SJqgAelHnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/eUkq9ekh99k/s200/P8060129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231669847213448418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my eyes? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt; (or can you see my grin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa said aunty Rachel took 3 hours to cut off my fur and make me very hamdsome. she said I now have a teddy bear cut. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*who is teddy bear?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Papa took a picture of me.. Here is how I look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SJqgnbSytcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i37Iw7gieJ0/s1600-h/P8060132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SJqgnbSytcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i37Iw7gieJ0/s200/P8060132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231670516346172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look handsome? look at my dreamy eyes.. look at my fluffy ears... everybody say I very cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like my look now. I feel lighter also. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2212850826276466272?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2212850826276466272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2212850826276466272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2212850826276466272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2212850826276466272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut!!'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SJqgAelHnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/eUkq9ekh99k/s72-c/P8060129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2201099411301247686</id><published>2008-07-26T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:04:56.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll rool here roll roll there</title><content type='html'>Papa taught me how to do rolling.... basically he made me lie on the floor, then with a command, I turn my body around and get a treat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey... fun right? It took me a few days and quite a number of treats to understand what papa wants me to do... anyway, i get to eat treats and papa gets to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the wae..... I haven't seen papa for some time oredi. did he go to that overseas again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whine whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss papa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2201099411301247686?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2201099411301247686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2201099411301247686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2201099411301247686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2201099411301247686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/07/roll-rool-here-roll-roll-there.html' title='Roll rool here roll roll there'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-6501758437542510091</id><published>2008-06-30T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:36:44.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff from papa</title><content type='html'>Papa told me when he was oversees, he bought these things for mee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGfms1bV8zI/AAAAAAAAABk/flkWabB5GhE/s1600-h/P6300089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGfms1bV8zI/AAAAAAAAABk/flkWabB5GhE/s200/P6300089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217392351262405426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a toy cat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grrr*&lt;/span&gt;, got frwisbee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wat is a fwisbee?*&lt;/span&gt;, peanut butter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yummy*&lt;/span&gt;, pig's ears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*suuper yummy*&lt;/span&gt;, some more yummies, and a treat bag to put all my yummy treats in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss papa....can't wait to see papa... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-6501758437542510091?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/6501758437542510091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=6501758437542510091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6501758437542510091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6501758437542510091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuff-from-papa.html' title='Stuff from papa'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGfms1bV8zI/AAAAAAAAABk/flkWabB5GhE/s72-c/P6300089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-6662965776466213759</id><published>2008-06-25T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:36:45.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I become sheep..behh..behh</title><content type='html'>Today mama brought me to auntie rachel to make me cute cute again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, mama chose not to cut my messy fur so to see how long my fur will grow. After Auntie Rachel gave me the usual shiok shiok bath and some simple grooming, here is what I look like now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGHzyG843GI/AAAAAAAAABM/ou6Y32HzVNo/s1600-h/muffy_June08_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGHzyG843GI/AAAAAAAAABM/ou6Y32HzVNo/s200/muffy_June08_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215717885656751202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGH0DGES4dI/AAAAAAAAABU/0ELbGd6TZv8/s1600-h/Muffy_June08_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGH0DGES4dI/AAAAAAAAABU/0ELbGd6TZv8/s200/Muffy_June08_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215718177477157330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGH0QM7MNkI/AAAAAAAAABc/AwHrwdxL3kE/s1600-h/Muffy_June08_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGH0QM7MNkI/AAAAAAAAABc/AwHrwdxL3kE/s200/Muffy_June08_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215718402656319042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama said I look like sheep... think i will start to go beh beh instead of woof woof... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... I am not fat... i dun know why everwybody say I fat. Do I look fat? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*look at mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all the good food grandpa and grandma feed me.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and check more of me next time to see if my fur grow more longer!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-6662965776466213759?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/6662965776466213759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=6662965776466213759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6662965776466213759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6662965776466213759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-become-sheepbehhbehh.html' title='I become sheep..behh..behh'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SGHzyG843GI/AAAAAAAAABM/ou6Y32HzVNo/s72-c/muffy_June08_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-1328400923908669354</id><published>2008-06-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:11:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days when Papa's not around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;During my stay with my grandparents, everyday seems to be a bliss. Everyone loves me to bitz, and I'm enjoying every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see: everyday, I have at least 1 full apple, good feast for dinner, treats almost the whole day around, and I have grandpa who is more than willing to give me more treats so long as I act cute and be merry. Not too bad yeah? *doggie grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mama didn't think that way: she has been telling grannie and grandpa to cut down on the amount of treats... and I am being reminded numerous time to behave while Mama's not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just last week, grannie told Mama about me not using the pee tray and peed all over the kitchen. In the end, Mama put me on the pee tray when she knew I had full bladder and needed to relief myself. Refusing to let me get off the pee tray, she watched till I could not hold out any longer and had to pee in it... *whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I got her message: peed only in the pee tray. And I did. *rubbing eyes wif paws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I managed to bully my grandpa. *woof woof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me an apple, which I only took a couple of bites. Not happy with my behaviour, he told Mama off for giving me chicken from her dinner plate when she knew I was about to have my apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mama knows me well enough that I'm picky with apples. When she ate hers (same batch of apples we were eating), she already the answer: the apple wasn't sweet, of cuz I wouldn't eat mine. Heck, she even bit a small piece for me to try and I spat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma took a small slice of Mama's apple and even she reacted the same way. She told my dad to prepare another apple (those that I was usually given) for me. Turned out I finished every single bite of it. *doggie grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got Grandpa nearly into fits and chiding me for being so picky with food. Well, Mama reminded him that this wasn't the 1st time I reacted this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I choose to be picky? After all, Mama seemed to be ok with my behaviour... but I dun know about Papa since he's not around to judge. But I think he should be agreeable too, after all, I'm still being a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before dinner, I was given a lecture by Mama and tried to be more cautious: my bad habit of licking my pipi seemed to come back and was caught red-handed by Mama. She angrily grabbed and sat me on her lap, forcing me to look into her eyes. *whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama said if she caught me one more time, she will make sure Papa knows about it and I'll get it from him...*whine* I dun want.... *hide under dining table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun know when Papa's coming home but I'm sure my behaviour deserves praising. After all, I'm Muffin! *doggie wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-1328400923908669354?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/1328400923908669354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=1328400923908669354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1328400923908669354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1328400923908669354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-when-papas-not-around.html' title='The days when Papa&apos;s not around'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2443015233571713256</id><published>2008-06-22T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:15:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's papa?</title><content type='html'>I wonder where is papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am brought over to Grandpa's house to stay for a few days and later Mama joined me.... I was looking at Mama and tried to ask her where is papa... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*by using my cute cute look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Mama ask me where is papa, I would look at the door and trying to tell her.. "I dunno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she told me papa went overseas... again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*erm...what ish overseas? something you can eat?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....i think he went out for long long time and brought back many toys for me.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*keke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... I will miss him and hope he bring some toys (and some munchies) back home where I can play with him again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya papa!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*woof woof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2443015233571713256?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2443015233571713256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2443015233571713256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2443015233571713256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2443015233571713256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheres-papa.html' title='Where&apos;s papa?'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-1541333711017794506</id><published>2008-05-30T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:22:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New fur cut!!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago papa brought me for a fur cut... becauz my fur is long and messy. Every time I run around, my fur will twangle  and maek me vewy comfurtabel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to a nearby grooming shop where Aunty Rachel is the fur-stylist.... After papa tld her what and where to cut, Aunty rachel told papa to pick me up 2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aunty Rachel did her job and gave me a nice shiok bath and gave me a fur cut.... I smell vewy nice after that..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*keke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see what I look like. After papa picked me up and brought me home, he took some pictures of me and showed it to me... I looked soooooooo cute.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5250088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mama came home tha night, she was so happy with my cut and played with me for a while... so happie that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-1541333711017794506?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/1541333711017794506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=1541333711017794506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1541333711017794506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/1541333711017794506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-fur-cut.html' title='New fur cut!!'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-2147048880309011314</id><published>2008-05-09T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:11:35.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Muffin</title><content type='html'>Today I had a tewwible dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Mama went out today, leaving me alone in the house.... and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around in the kitchen (Mama always put me in the kitchen because she don't want me running around the house alone and dirtying the furniture), I suddenly spot on some newspaper high up on the table.  I recognise it because I always pee on it at night. Being mischievious (and part poodle) I manage to drag it down with a few jumps. Then I tore it into million pieces and threw it all over the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/10-19-07_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/10-19-07_1857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/10-19-07_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/10-19-07_1858.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suddenly I feel like peeing, and as I did not pee much in the morning, I decided to let go on the floor... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oops*&lt;/span&gt; By the time I realised I am not suppose to do that, it is too late. my pee went around the floor and I stepped on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hmm... never mind, coz Papa always clean up for me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around more (and dirtying the floor with my pee soaked paws), I decided to find something else to play. I saw a red pail in the toilet and decide to see what is inside. I pulled it over and saw it's Mama clothes.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hmm.... maybe I play a bit of sniffing around the clothes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled Mama's clothes out from the red pail and sniffed around... cheh.. nothing inside to play...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *leave it there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... I know there may be something in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"laundry bag"&lt;/span&gt; (Heard Mama talk about it). So I jumped into the tall laundry bag and dragged out Mama's underwear..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I drag it across the kitchen and play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*looking around and realised the mess I have made*&lt;/span&gt;.. uh-oh..... Better shout for help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*start barking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard the door open and start to bark louder, and saw Papa come in.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oops*&lt;/span&gt; When Papa saw the mess I have made, he was very angwee.... and took the cane and punished me..... *sob.. pain on backside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atfter that, he put me on the "time-off" chair and made me stand there for nong nong time while he cleans up.... He even took a picture of me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5090043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5090043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mama came back, I jumped down to get some sympathy to Mama and I got another caning (becuz I am not supposed to jump off when on the "time-off" chair) ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ouch.. licking my backside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know how long I stood there but it was tewwible.... maybe I shouldn't make such a mess next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a tewwible dae for me.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-2147048880309011314?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/2147048880309011314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=2147048880309011314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2147048880309011314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/2147048880309011314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-muffin.html' title='Naughty Muffin'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-6495792436602443537</id><published>2008-05-04T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:37:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Treat</title><content type='html'>Todae papa and mama gave me a yummy treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5040043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5040043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, its a bone!! *Woofy yummy!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately starting crunching the bone and left a mess on the floor.... papa and mama was shaking their head on the mess I made.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papa took a picture and video of me crunching the bone.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5040052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5040052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/P5040056.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you can see me totally ignoring what happen around me... even if the house on fire I also dun care... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*keke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dun bother me hor....I have to go back munching my bone now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19715843-6495792436602443537?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/6495792436602443537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=6495792436602443537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6495792436602443537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6495792436602443537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/05/todae-papa-and-mama-gave-me-yummy-treat.html' title='Yummy Treat'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-4081924973695868417</id><published>2008-05-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:28:42.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dinner</title><content type='html'>Papa and Mama tried something new today. They gave me some cooked food rather than those yucky dried food that has no taste at all... (bleh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are some meat, fish and some sweet red colour stuff. Taste real good.. yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa took a video of me eating (or he said "devouring") the dinner.... keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid65.photobucket.com/albums/h235/sleepyhong/food_gobbling.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me sit and look at the food for a long time before allowing me to eat the food..... Bad papa... Papa said it took me only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 minute&lt;/span&gt; to finish the food. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mama for preparing the food... I hope I have more of them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-4081924973695868417?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/4081924973695868417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=4081924973695868417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4081924973695868417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4081924973695868417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dinner.html' title='My Dinner'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-7046360824623600249</id><published>2008-04-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:39:08.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disciplined by Mama</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was put on the stool for 20 minutes by Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just my luck, I didn't realise Mama was looking when I licked my paws. By the time I realised it, I was caned by her.....she even caned my paws *sad puppy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after the whacking, she put me on the stool for 20 minutes! U know how uncomfortable that white stool is-- not enough space for me to move around and all I could do was sat there, looking at Mama pitifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the session, Mama warned me not to get off the stool, if not, it's gonna be another round of whacking and additional time-out on the stool. *whine whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, very uncomfortably, I went through the session wif much agony. When it was over, I was very obedient when Mama told me to go to bed. I figured it wasn't a good move to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what's wrong wif licking my paws? I just like doing it every now and then, although Mama told me that my paws usually become smelly after a while due to paw licking.&lt;br /&gt;*doggie sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma woke up this morning, I didn't dare to follow her much to the kitchen...in fact, I dashed into the sanctuary of my bed when Grandma looked at me angrily...well, I didn't exactly did much damage...except that I pooed a little at the living room, some in the kitchen and peed onto a floor rag instead on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so tired last night and had to relieve myself. Didn't think too much of doing it at the right spot. Cannot blame me, ok? *puppy look* Grandma should be glad that I didn't pee elsewhere. *rubbing eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, Grandma complained to Mama when she woke up but she just looked at me and did nothing. In fact, I sat beside Mama, hoping that she would pat me and she did.... *wide doggie grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I saw Mama packing some of her clothes into a paperbag...is she going somewhere? I really dun noe as she didn't tell me anything. Maybe she'll tell me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey! Let me share wif u something: my fav white ball finally surfaced today! I had been looking for it for days and during this while, I've been playing wif my basketball and soccer ball till they lose their squeaky sound. Mama said she'll ask Papa to fix it, still, I prefer my fav ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, ta-ta! Grandma gave me my fav ball, and I was so happy that I started playing wif it happily, much to the displeasure of my Little Aunt, who find it so annoying. She complained as usual but Mama told her to make do wif it, after all, it's my toy and she cannot do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Run away and play wif squeaky ball*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-7046360824623600249?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/7046360824623600249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=7046360824623600249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7046360824623600249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7046360824623600249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/disciplined-by-mama.html' title='Disciplined by Mama'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-8958163836728563676</id><published>2008-04-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:36:46.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's not in</title><content type='html'>Mama said Papa would be back this Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although I dun know when is Friday but I do know it's not gonna be very long away. Mama just chatted with Papa and she told me that I got another toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Papa deep deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Papa is away, I stay with my grandparents together with Mama. It was a wise choice as Mama was having very bad morning sickness for the past 2 weeks. I saw how unwell Mama was but I couldn't do anything. *&lt;em&gt;sad puppy look&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a good boy as I can be, I never give Mama any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to Grandma, I can be naughty at times. *Dog grin* And oh, I sure know how to bully Grandpa into giving me treats. It isn't that tough but I can only do that when Mama is not around...otherwise, I'm gonna get scolding from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, when Mama and I were back in Punggol for a weekend stay, she brought me down to the park for a walk. It was a nice one until I met a tyrant dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was friendly as we sniffed each other until he started barking at me fiercely. Not losing out, I barked back. Mama was angry and told me to keep quiet which I did. But the other dog kept on barking but his Auntie (dun know their relationship) never told him to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was so angry wif the tyrant dog that she scolded him loudly. Orh bi good! Mama is very protective towards me thus she cannot tolerate the idea that I'm being bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we made our way back home, Mama told me off for barking and told me to stay away from such tyrant dogs. Although I dun really understand everything that she said, but I do know that Mama loves me and will protect me from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to complain about my Little Aunt! *&lt;em&gt;whining*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOCKED MY HOUSE GATE! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like the squeaky sound that I make whenever I play with my toys and the first thing she did when she reached Punggol was to lock my house gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's not happy of cuz but she had no choice as Little Aunt was determined. In the end, Mama complained to Grandpapa and Grandma today about Little Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama told Little Aunt that from now on, she cannot lock my house cuz that's my home where I keep all my toys...After all, Punggol is my home! *&lt;em&gt;licking paws&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Muffin! Stop licking your paw paw! U wan me to smack u again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, er...that's Mama. Geez...she just caught me in the act. *&lt;em&gt;gulp&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is rather strict with me, and so is Papa. But as u know, I tend to test water at times. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, this afternoon, Grandpa brought me for a short walk to relieve myself. I ended up eating some grass and got myself covered wif it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, Mama came to me and said she wanted to clean me up. When in the bathroom, I got a bad lecture n whacking from her. U see, I had grass around my mouth, paws and some parts of my body....why was she so mad? Well, er...I just had my grooming last evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a pleasant sight for Mama, who's a total clean freak. While cleaning me up, she was scolding and slapping my butt. Mama said I deserved it and she said she would tell Papa when he's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Papa? Oh oh...although Papa dotes me alot, but when I am naughty, he is even more fierce than Mama. His whacking is more painful than Mama, u know? Mama tried to shield me a few times when Papa whacked too harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I need to be disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Mama told me that Papa just chided her for not updating him about me. Whenever he's away, he misses me alot, other than Mama. Thus, Mama decided to take some pictures of us together and sent it to Papa. He loved it. *&lt;em&gt;Bark Bark&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SNKRbzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ah2YB-e8QVE/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191312577477570354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SNKRbzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ah2YB-e8QVE/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SNKRb0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fh1Z_RCVNgE/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191312577477570370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SNKRb0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fh1Z_RCVNgE/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SdKRb1I/AAAAAAAAABE/431aDEWRX48/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191312581772537682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SdKRb1I/AAAAAAAAABE/431aDEWRX48/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look cute in the pics, dun I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muffin. Time for bed bed. It's getting late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mama is calling me to bed. I shall update more tomorrow. *&lt;em&gt;following Mama to bedroom&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-8958163836728563676?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/8958163836728563676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=8958163836728563676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8958163836728563676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/8958163836728563676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddys-not-in.html' title='Daddy&apos;s not in'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAs_SNKRbzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ah2YB-e8QVE/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-7474088315287275324</id><published>2008-04-18T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:24:20.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling lazy</title><content type='html'>hmmph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen papa for a long time oredi... Mama told me he went overseas to work for a few weeks... I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to wait for him at the door to see if he comes back... Mama always tell me to go to bed when ever I do that. Maybe she is telling me that papa won't be back on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is he doing now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he better bring me some more toys when he comes back... hehe..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19715843-7474088315287275324?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/7474088315287275324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=7474088315287275324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7474088315287275324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/7474088315287275324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-lazy.html' title='feeling lazy'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-5924301886072452836</id><published>2008-04-13T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:25:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..on with my story</title><content type='html'>..back from my ball playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what my papa (Carlson) and mama (Karen) told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa and mama is my third owner. They adopted me in October 2007 from another lady called Joanne (Can't remember how she look like coz I have a short term memory). And Joanne adopted from another lady two months earlier and Joanne have to give me away because she can't take care of me due to her work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when papa and mama came to see me for the first time, I smell something familiar and came wagging my tail to papa. I find him a bit serious at the first time because he said he is just looking around for a companion for mama because he is always traveling. When he saw me, he came over and patted me on my head. I liked him a lot because he looks quite nice. So does mama. She kept asking the Joanne lady many questions about me. While mama is asking questions, papa kept playing with me. Then mama talked to papa and said she will be back again if she decided to adopt me or not.... after that it was a blur for me because I can't remember anyhting at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day (that's what papa said as I don't have a clue what is "the next day") they came back and picked me up and I am officially adopted!! (yey!!). The Joanna lady packed up my stuff and gave mama a few more instructions on how to take care of me and sent me back home with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached their home in..... Punggol? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; *yes, Muffin, our house is in Punggol*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very excited and started marking around to show "this is my place", and yeah, you guessed it, I got whacked by Mama. I dunno know why then, but I know now. No marking at the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's my first day, I don't know the rules... I will try to pick up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to take a nap now... continue soon... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bark*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-5924301886072452836?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/5924301886072452836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=5924301886072452836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5924301886072452836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/5924301886072452836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-with-my-story.html' title='..on with my story'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-4626641011861641380</id><published>2008-04-13T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:36:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo... something New!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hmmm...what's this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog? What the hell is blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while I consult my papa.. (Note: Green colour is my papa, Carlson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *psst...papa, what is blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*its a digital diary to pen down all your thoughts so that people will know more about you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*issit? keke... i dunno human beings are so fun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 min later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst.. papa, now then you tell me? it's been more than half a year liao then you tell me. How am I suppose to recall what happened half a year ago? I can't remember what I did 5 mins ago!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*erm.... sorry muffin. Because I also don't have a habit to blog also. Later I buy you a bone ok*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heh heh.... humans are so easy to trick..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;OK OK. back to my new toy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Hi I am Muffin. I am Silky terrier and poodle mix. here is a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGFEROPQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nBqkzNLfX9o/s1600-h/01-18-08_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGFEROPQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nBqkzNLfX9o/s200/01-18-08_2230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188574554096615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cute hor? I think I am 4 years old, as my papa and mama told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? *think think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ohh... squeaky ball....play for a while first*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-4626641011861641380?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/4626641011861641380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=4626641011861641380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4626641011861641380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/4626641011861641380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooo-something-new.html' title='Ooo... something New!!'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGFEROPQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nBqkzNLfX9o/s72-c/01-18-08_2230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-6576019984387548227</id><published>2008-04-13T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:41:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>It seems that I am not a blogger. I guess I have to give this account to my pet dog who wants to go his own blogging so that he can remember what his life is for the next few doggie years. His name is Muffin and please support his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlson Signing off.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-6576019984387548227?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/6576019984387548227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=6576019984387548227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6576019984387548227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/6576019984387548227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-114745993322840027</id><published>2006-05-13T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:38:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsensical ranting</title><content type='html'>Vesak day 12 May 2006 came and went. but this particular day of the year is a tired day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a painting day for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? because we did notbother to check the painting of the bomb shelter of our new house and after we paid the full sum, we realised that the bomb shelter is not painted and the walls started to get "mouldy". Yes, mouldy. I have never heard of mouldy walls until today. Why mouldy? I guess is that the shelter did not get aired properly resulting in moisture staying in too long and causing the walls to start to grow microscopic mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early in the morning, I packed the paint brushes and some other stuff and brought my parents to my new flat. After showing off my new flat, having lunch with them, and sending them off. I started the mountainous task.... to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-114745993322840027?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114745993322840027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=114745993322840027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114745993322840027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114745993322840027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2006/05/vesak-day-12-may-2006-came-and-went.html' title='Nonsensical ranting'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-114734100899724689</id><published>2006-05-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:54:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah.. so long liao...</title><content type='html'>looking at my last post, its been 3 months sinced I wrote anything. Not that my memories are blank for this 3 months, but I do not have the enthusiasm to write everything down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/992/1957/1600/icon_fustrated.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smack* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/992/1957/1600/icon_fustrated.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/992/1957/320/icon_fustrated.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what's the point of having this blog? I told myself. But right now I am in the middle of my working hour and risking my career to pen down my thoughts. Is it right? &lt;em&gt;Of course not! &lt;/em&gt;Unless I am tired of my work and testing the limits. Which I am anyway..... Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, a lot of things have happened for the past 3 months.... ROM on the Feb 8, completing my CCNA course (but not yet certified as I still have yet to take the test), Vietnam business trip on March, began our house renovation on March, 5 day Thailand trip with my dear wife on end April, and the daily battle of mushrooms, wood stumps, wild boars in the MMORPG &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maplestory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the completed renovation of my very own home in Punggol. **yea!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a lot of things happen after all.... if I don't write it down, I would have forgotten cleanly all about them, like what happened in the past 32 years of my life. ** so sad**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will be free for the next 5 days (coz my wife will be out of town), I will try to write down all of it as a challenge.... unless I cleanly forgotten all about it while playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maplestory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; throughout the night....&lt;em&gt;BuWahahaahaaha....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/992/1957/1600/rofl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/992/1957/320/rofl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-114734100899724689?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114734100899724689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=114734100899724689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114734100899724689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114734100899724689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah-so-long-liao.html' title='Wah.. so long liao...'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-114049014928468188</id><published>2006-02-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:49:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go?</title><content type='html'>Seeing my colleagues leaving one by one really dampens the morale. Its not that the company is closing down or what, but its just that the system to retaining staff is not raising eyebrows. I understand that staff movement after the bonus is common and I try not to to go the area where I change my job again. This is my 5th job for the past 10 years and I am sick of changing again. In addition, with my new wife and new house, I can't afford to rock the boat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are people who are best fit into Marketing and sales where closing deals are just like a snap of their fingers. Seeing my other colleagues making good progress and getting into good books of my boss. I am not one of them. I have to keng until my hair drop off to get their attention into evaluating our products. Not to mention market surveys and looking for more potential customers. I am just not cut out to do that. My big boss always say (to the whole office) if you stay long enough and do not quit, the company will reward you for your effort. Now my immediate boss is giving me cold treatment and subtlely "threatening" me to take over my job if I do not show results by this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in between.... to stay and be bludgeoned by merciless sarcastic remarks, hoping that  I can break out of the wedlock or let go and look for greener pastures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions, decisions, decisions......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-114049014928468188?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/114049014928468188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=114049014928468188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114049014928468188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/114049014928468188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go?'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19715843.post-113412300581878863</id><published>2005-12-09T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:10:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will happen from now?</title><content type='html'>Have been reading a lot of blogs, some funny, some serious, some depressing, some enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not start one myself? Maybe I will be a famous blogger in the future. At least I can make the mark to be a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have some new ideas, probably I can share it in the internet world and maybe, just maybe, the idea can be used and I can get famous for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll strap on my whizzy thinking cap, and start firing away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30 mins past...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh..... nothing yet.....I'll keep you posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19715843-113412300581878863?l=sleepyhong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/feeds/113412300581878863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19715843&amp;postID=113412300581878863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/113412300581878863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19715843/posts/default/113412300581878863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyhong.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-will-happen-from-now.html' title='What will happen from now?'/><author><name>Muffin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2rtZEwXf3jM/SAGOOhOPQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5sV2wzOfoWA/S220/PB080366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
