tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050319712233420762011-07-28T15:40:23.833-07:00MayY . C 五月媽媽noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305031971223342076.post-79663885686855475202008-05-22T14:11:00.000-07:002009-09-02T22:12:16.556-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXyVFMiGpI/AAAAAAAACHE/KvhO5sgxBvc/s1600-h/about-me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXyVFMiGpI/AAAAAAAACHE/KvhO5sgxBvc/s400/about-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203331388482394770" border="0" /></a>Hello, How are you? 你好! Apa Khabar? Hola ! Bonjour !<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Hi</span> ...My Name is May Y Chan.I created this blog in 2006, weeks before my boy turns 4 years old, like to start jotting down his growing milestone, and now he is 7 years old.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvVMiGmI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZExMvrrmfzI/s1600-h/bb-birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvVMiGmI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZExMvrrmfzI/s400/bb-birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329640430705250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4vlMiG8I/AAAAAAAACJo/oyVNIRMvtYs/s1600-h/when+i+am+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4vlMiG8I/AAAAAAAACJo/oyVNIRMvtYs/s400/when+i+am+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042128260471746" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;">Click <span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2006/03/brayden-s-little-workshops.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></a> </span>to see how he look that time..(age-4)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4wFMiG9I/AAAAAAAACJw/NuqbMh6Xcpg/s1600-h/worktimes01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4wFMiG9I/AAAAAAAACJw/NuqbMh6Xcpg/s400/worktimes01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042136850406354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh-bFMiHAI/AAAAAAAACKI/RdgWKG3JvPM/s1600-h/cover01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh-bFMiHAI/AAAAAAAACKI/RdgWKG3JvPM/s400/cover01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204048373142920194" border="0" /></a>This blog is meant for my boy to begin with, but now I will post more on my dear husband (who is complaining that he is not part of my blogspots more often), he is a men I married for more than 10 years, who is my great supporter, loving person and more important he is my Geak Squake (my IT guy). I'll also post more about my family and friends too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh9zFMiG_I/AAAAAAAACKA/jiuJdVXK4XU/s1600-h/template01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh9zFMiG_I/AAAAAAAACKA/jiuJdVXK4XU/s400/template01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204047685948152818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh_cVMiHBI/AAAAAAAACKQ/OdvuSn3G_TM/s1600-h/me-and-boy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh_cVMiHBI/AAAAAAAACKQ/OdvuSn3G_TM/s400/me-and-boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049494129384466" border="0" /></a>With my broken English, I shall write minimum, instead, I will post pictures that I've digitally touch up and digital scrapbook, of course, lots of my illustration will post here that speak for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Below illo were my post about my lovely boy who are so compassionate and sweet.. read more <a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2008/01/wrap-me-up.html"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></span></a>......</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvVMiGlI/AAAAAAAACGk/Aewii-Arfq8/s1600-h/wrap-me-up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvVMiGlI/AAAAAAAACGk/Aewii-Arfq8/s400/wrap-me-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329640430705234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">A place where my ART speak my Heart</span>!</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br />More about me..</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />More about me</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh7_VMiG-I/AAAAAAAACJ4/i93pri3Xydo/s1600-h/father.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh7_VMiG-I/AAAAAAAACJ4/i93pri3Xydo/s400/father.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045697378294754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Who am I?</span><br />I am a wife to a Dear Husband, a mother to a challenging boy. I am also a good friend's to many good people. A cute :) and sentimental youngest sister to 3 sisters and 2 brothers. A sweet girl to my parent,<span style="font-size:85%;"> (above picture is my dad, click <a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday.html"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></span></a> <a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_24.html"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></span></a> to read more)</span> but my mom pass away more than 2 decades ago.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />The Below illo were my IF entry, click <a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2008/04/fail-if-second-entry.html"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">here</span></a><a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2008/04/fail-if-second-entry.html"> </a>to read more..</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh1XFMiG6I/AAAAAAAACJY/tpWUuO6BXp0/s1600-h/cry-fail-if-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh1XFMiG6I/AAAAAAAACJY/tpWUuO6BXp0/s400/cry-fail-if-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204038408818793378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvlMiGoI/AAAAAAAACG8/o-h5Hqo0GuU/s1600-h/looking-for--a-christmas-tr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvlMiGoI/AAAAAAAACG8/o-h5Hqo0GuU/s400/looking-for--a-christmas-tr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329644725672578" border="0" /></a>I am also a dear auntie to my nephews and nieces and many cousins...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Above illo is a scene is about my dearest oldest sister Ping who gave us a memorable First Christmas Celebration! Click <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-christmas-present-part-1.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></a> to read more..<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4uVMiG7I/AAAAAAAACJg/WpKcMJXkk_g/s1600-h/06.10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDh4uVMiG7I/AAAAAAAACJg/WpKcMJXkk_g/s400/06.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042106785635250" border="0" /></a>I (a Chinese Malaysian) was born and raised in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia , om early 90's, I emigrated to Calgary, Alberta, Canada with few family members. Many years later, I met my husband, we got married, my life settle here where my heart is! Yet, I miss Malaysia so much! I miss specially my Oldest sister's and her family, my oldest Brother and his family, I miss my buddy...I miss the FOOD... but after many years living in Calgary, I've adapted here and now I am proud Canadian Chinese. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvlMiGnI/AAAAAAAACG0/CozsL905lFY/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvlMiGnI/AAAAAAAACG0/CozsL905lFY/s400/Rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329644725672562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">I work full time as a Preflight Coordinator, and Graphic Artist.</span><br /><br />I love to draw, I draw when I find time, or make time to draw, my boy is sweet who always think his mommy is the best artist..<br />We are bless to have this charming little boy come into our world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvFMiGkI/AAAAAAAACGc/Rg8CsYW1TrI/s1600-h/homeage-my-sister-ping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXwvFMiGkI/AAAAAAAACGc/Rg8CsYW1TrI/s400/homeage-my-sister-ping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329636135737922" border="0" /></a>I like to express sincere Thanks to my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">eldest s</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >ister's and second oldest sister too</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(check out more about them <a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-my-sisters.html"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></span></a>)</span>who always pamper me even I reach in 40th. They are so supportive of what I do, what I like, encourage me to chase my dream. They loves me, love my husband and spoil my son. I am bless that I am surrounded by unconditional LOVE. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thanks to my dear SISTERs..<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">the above illo were my IF entry that I tribute to my Oldest sister's- Homage to her.. click<a href="http://blogie-talkie.blogspot.com/2008/04/homeage-if-entry.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > here</span></a> to read more</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXl8FMiGgI/AAAAAAAACF8/BsshC9pvvNI/s1600-h/early-Dimential.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ydLTzTr5lpQ/SDXl8FMiGgI/AAAAAAAACF8/BsshC9pvvNI/s400/early-Dimential.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203317764846131714" border="0" /></a>oh mine, I am in my 40!? So many things to do, and I started to forget where things are... or what to do next..<br />Everyday I am so occupied with daily routines, busy with work and family, I've eliminate my social life, I don't miss it much thought, maybe friend is busy with their own family as well.<br />As I grown Mature ( "old" I suppose) I lost a lots of energy and interests, perhaps it's an excuse of laziness or getting older.. HEy! I thought real life start at age of 40!<br />but I begin to suspect I have early Dementia !!! :p<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305031971223342076-7966388568685547520?l=allaboutmayyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MayY . C 五月媽媽noreply@blogger.com0