<?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-8886622623672808914</id><updated>2011-10-20T21:21:49.544+08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='photography'/><category term='God'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='ads'/><category term='community'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='environment'/><category term='dream'/><category term='event'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='smile'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='sports'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='consumer dissatisfaction'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='stylo'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>a bittersweet life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4700879526030244642</id><published>2011-07-25T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:34:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GVnN-8DRE/TfWN3-nkwlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/T46bIzndj-w/s1600/260071_10150666157655241_618955240_19166167_457945_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GVnN-8DRE/TfWN3-nkwlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/T46bIzndj-w/s400/260071_10150666157655241_618955240_19166167_457945_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and groom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yfDznCEIbgI/TfWFeHtwmPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2irHKXxbekw/s400/255753_10150203717027479_520857478_7097053_1240253_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Church decoration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L64TUqlNAog/TfWE6QORdOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/6jwP5p_jeLI/s400/254253_10150203705322479_520857478_7096843_6458983_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoRN-t_Zk_8/TfWE7PmQD8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/D4srcYOOkZw/s1600/255118_10150203705617479_520857478_7096849_838100_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoRN-t_Zk_8/TfWE7PmQD8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/D4srcYOOkZw/s400/255118_10150203705617479_520857478_7096849_838100_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;so pretty in pink.. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XdVbo52nmA/TfWE3cLoJrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/BW-NtFnqyXA/s1600/249428_10150203706382479_520857478_7096862_7705696_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XdVbo52nmA/TfWE3cLoJrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/BW-NtFnqyXA/s400/249428_10150203706382479_520857478_7096862_7705696_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;En ning. janine, christine, me, eliza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VA-552NDCbQ/TfWE2h2z5TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pNVXVANTXII/s400/247893_10150203707972479_520857478_7096868_907980_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Jemima, my sis, christine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-7Pk4BEeW0/TfWE5RT0U4I/AAAAAAAAAds/B2iAzILDPic/s1600/249943_10150203713842479_520857478_7097008_5229459_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-7Pk4BEeW0/TfWE5RT0U4I/AAAAAAAAAds/B2iAzILDPic/s400/249943_10150203713842479_520857478_7097008_5229459_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;Eliza, En Ning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfBsqDgkzWI/TfWE57X_t3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/NYzluaWOmxk/s1600/253698_10150203715567479_520857478_7097028_8379118_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfBsqDgkzWI/TfWE57X_t3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/NYzluaWOmxk/s400/253698_10150203715567479_520857478_7097028_8379118_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bestie, Eliza and me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2006007573248896015?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2006007573248896015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/ray-and-eilleen-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2006007573248896015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2006007573248896015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/ray-and-eilleen-wedding.html' title='Ray and Eileen&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-GVnN-8DRE/TfWN3-nkwlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/T46bIzndj-w/s72-c/260071_10150666157655241_618955240_19166167_457945_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-9211707206190330066</id><published>2011-06-07T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:50:09.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Senile dementia.. All they need is a sprinkle of love, care and  patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Dah makan, Carol?&lt;/i&gt;" I replied, "&lt;i&gt;Dah makan.".. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 1 minute, another same question popped out. "&lt;i&gt;Dah makan, Carol?&lt;/i&gt;", I replied, "&lt;i&gt;Dah makan."&lt;/i&gt;..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 10 minutes, another question. "&lt;i&gt;Dah makan, Carol?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just loose your cool and ignore the question. Or. You might have give the person a high-tone answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone whom I really love has this illness. This caught me to ponder a little further. Time and time again, I reminded myself, how she answers my questions patiently and gently. Never once, she raised her voice, when I asked her repeatedly, more than 3 times.I still remember that question I asked. "What is that bird, mama?" How can I not be patient towards her, after all the love she has poured into my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dementia left her to be having memory loss, inability to recognise family members, communication problems and being fearful and suspicious sometimes. She forgets how to brush her teeth, wash her hair, eat her lunch ... She was never like that last time. She was a confident woman. A strong iron lady. An intelligent and creative worker despite being illiterate.A kind-hearted soul who is always helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I am spending time with her, I realised the person whom was once taking care of me since I were a baby, was not getting younger. Her hair slowly turns grayish-white. Wrinkles starting to be more and more evident. Memory is deteriorating. But as I gazed into her eyes, I will never forget that dreamy eyes that transmit serenity and her heart of gold that warms the people around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have personally noticed that many old people are been abandoned in old folks home by their children. Many raise their voices to these senile patients. But all I want to say is that all they need is just a sprinkle of love, care and patience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuOiECgX03o/Te3HJx36afI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1yodTQaM4Ag/s1600/olderpeople.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuOiECgX03o/Te3HJx36afI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1yodTQaM4Ag/s1600/olderpeople.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am learning to be patient to her, to cherish and love her till the end of her days and to make her happy by just spending time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiXiou4od4/Te3HXtg6AbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/h_E0pshgrS0/s1600/4elderly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiXiou4od4/Te3HXtg6AbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/h_E0pshgrS0/s320/4elderly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8886622623672808914-9211707206190330066?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9211707206190330066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/senile-dementia-all-they-need-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9211707206190330066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9211707206190330066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/senile-dementia-all-they-need-is.html' title='Senile dementia.. All they need is a sprinkle of love, care and  patience'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuOiECgX03o/Te3HJx36afI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1yodTQaM4Ag/s72-c/olderpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-981799898116036579</id><published>2011-06-02T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:47:44.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Journey to the North (Church Camp Penang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The journey to the north was really an enriching one.. (totally awesome!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Has slightly improved my geography knowledge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First time travelling on the highway towards the northern states, okay.. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Re-bonding&amp;nbsp;with my HG's family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We chatted and shared like never before.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Food&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The char kway teow was very disappointing leaving me with low&amp;nbsp;appetite&amp;nbsp;for char kway teow. However, thanks to the Panang asam laksa, my appetite is back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spiritual food&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm saving the last part for the BEST! The spiritual food is 100,000 times more awesome than the food. I really don't mind replacing lunch time, just to listen Rev Dr Kong Hee's message again. Reverend Dr Kong Hee carries an air of authority and&amp;nbsp;anointing from God. He spoke with compassion and with God's anointing that penetrates gently into your hungry soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-981799898116036579?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/981799898116036579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/journey-to-north-church-camp-penang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/981799898116036579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/981799898116036579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/journey-to-north-church-camp-penang.html' title='Journey to the North (Church Camp Penang)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2435475556886531503</id><published>2011-05-31T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:34:53.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When Carol is bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEWARE when Carol is bored.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She turns to a Paint Brush Monster,&amp;nbsp;scribbling on anything, I mean anything..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the things that her eyes first laid on. Buahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h-Uld49r_o/TeSk1edTqLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v_F2qcwBk9g/s1600/smiley+face.+by+%257EBucikah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h-Uld49r_o/TeSk1edTqLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v_F2qcwBk9g/s320/smiley+face.+by+%257EBucikah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr0fyubcczI/TeSjvw7N01I/AAAAAAAAAc4/JX7d3vuSQWM/s1600/IMG_5408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqJV8nrinI8/TeSj1gn-SbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/PDJeqmTEzf0/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqJV8nrinI8/TeSj1gn-SbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/PDJeqmTEzf0/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1158849216"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1158849217"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2435475556886531503?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2435475556886531503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-carol-is-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2435475556886531503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2435475556886531503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-carol-is-bored.html' title='When Carol is bored'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h-Uld49r_o/TeSk1edTqLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/v_F2qcwBk9g/s72-c/smiley+face.+by+%257EBucikah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7265812443620255424</id><published>2011-05-27T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:10:09.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumer dissatisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Report from Dessert Police (Gongcha, you are under arrest!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cell group and myself, of course were having this 'bubble tea craze'. We are madly in love with Chatimesbubble tea (it's awesome).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, one fine Sunday afternoon, we took the risk to gamble our RM 6.90 to investigate the newly-opened bubble tea outlet, Gongcha in SS 15. Somehow, I had to taste this Gongcha bubble tea for myself after my friends can't stop praising its' awesomeness. The colour of the Pearl Milk Tea looks good. Not too white or milky, but just a nice blend of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cheers', we toast our drinks with glee. Pluck our courage to take our very first sip. The first sip was disastrous. Too sweet. The second sip was beyond words. The pearl is so tough that it takes me a minute to chew that tiny pearl. I think I gave my mouth a great exercise that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chatime still reigns as the best bubble tea in town!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, to tell you frankly, I'm craving desperately for Chatime Pearl Milk Tea (PMT) now. The aromatic, light taste of the tea complements so well with the soft and sweet-flavoured pearl. It is definitely 'a must have' during the hot weather like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://www.foodtimes2u.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/chatime.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moral of the story : One must try the worst to appreciate the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To Chatime owners who might have read this, I would be very GLAD and&amp;nbsp;wouldn't mind at all&amp;nbsp;if you're kind enough to give me a free flow of Chatime for the whole year round.. hee hee :P&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/8886622623672808914-7265812443620255424?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7265812443620255424/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4078816092522405456</id><published>2011-05-24T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:05:42.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_licbl5HpQg1qapvk4o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4078816092522405456?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4078816092522405456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4078816092522405456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4078816092522405456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6609206600826241928</id><published>2011-05-24T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:02:44.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Psychological Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="374" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lllfyolHG01qbjt25o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6609206600826241928?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6609206600826241928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/psychological-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6609206600826241928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6609206600826241928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/psychological-fact.html' title='Psychological Fact'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2781644016691067545</id><published>2011-05-23T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:49:54.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My first best friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone has best friend like I do.. But mine holds a special space in my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She bathes for me when I was 4 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbHKwBGFuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z18lDw4vIpU/s1600-h/Life_by_Kas__chan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361191393933268706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbHKwBGFuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z18lDw4vIpU/s320/Life_by_Kas__chan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She chases me with a spoonful of porridge while I was running around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sheltered me when I was about to be beaten for being naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows me to kindergarden every day, afraid I was being bullied (haha I bully people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds my hand as we painted the picture together, at times the wall becomes my masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbIJ_kviyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9xwEyDSmS00/s1600-h/42-22746528.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361192480441076514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbIJ_kviyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9xwEyDSmS00/s320/42-22746528.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She allows me destroying her favourite plants by watering too much water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She educates me about life and trials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She teaches me how to win a guy's heart through his stomach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbLM0n4KHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BvqNI7Z9ZBM/s1600-h/Small_And_Big_by_CasheeFoo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361195827575924850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbLM0n4KHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BvqNI7Z9ZBM/s320/Small_And_Big_by_CasheeFoo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows me to the toilet when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pleats my hair and I always shrieked in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my crazy and lame jokes I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a listening ear who I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been my sun to dry away my tears and brightened my thunderstorm days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Is no other than my beloved Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Till today, she still reigned as the Queen of my heart besides my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you stood for me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say.. I'll be forever thankful Grandma. I wouldn't be what I am today without you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbKVhVim4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/M7b4JPXzUuQ/s1600-h/OF020019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361194877505936258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbKVhVim4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/M7b4JPXzUuQ/s400/OF020019.jpg" style="height: 214px; width: 320px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, I LOVE You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmgxtHBZalI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zq3mHtduosg/s1600-h/carol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361590007433357906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmgxtHBZalI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zq3mHtduosg/s400/carol.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8886622623672808914-2781644016691067545?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2781644016691067545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-best-friend-grandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2781644016691067545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2781644016691067545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-best-friend-grandma.html' title='My first best friend..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbHKwBGFuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z18lDw4vIpU/s72-c/Life_by_Kas__chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2854303128949050382</id><published>2011-05-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:50:26.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Thank you, God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life was a roller coaster ride for me before Easter. Practice after practice. Assignments after assignments. Challenges after challenges. But one thing I know, that God is always faithful. Faithful to walk this journey with you through tears and joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you chose to serve Him obediently, to put Him first above all things, everything falls beautifully in its own place and time. He never fails to answer my prayers. Things that I do not even have the courage to ask. It is definitely not by my own might, but through His strength that I'm able to overcome it.Till today, I'm still amazed of the miracles that God is doing everyday  of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2854303128949050382?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2854303128949050382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2854303128949050382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2854303128949050382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you, God!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2410233509439028989</id><published>2011-05-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:58:48.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Every stroke has a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AhQKShTvgU/TdYfAtY0NLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gQ9pECc9LI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AhQKShTvgU/TdYfAtY0NLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gQ9pECc9LI/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since the last time I get to hold you. Found great chemistry &lt;br /&gt;I felt colours and freedom streaming out the brushes, creating wonders across the blank paper.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing your delicate lashes, on the rough pastures creating shadows and textures.&lt;br /&gt;A sweet escape of reality. Felt that I'm running away from reality to the world of fantasy, an expression of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every stroke has a story.&lt;br /&gt;The friendship we built.&lt;br /&gt;The Laughter we shared.&lt;br /&gt;The Challenges we conquer.&lt;br /&gt;The Courage to never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2410233509439028989?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2410233509439028989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-stroke-has-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2410233509439028989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2410233509439028989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-stroke-has-story.html' title='Every stroke has a story'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AhQKShTvgU/TdYfAtY0NLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gQ9pECc9LI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-775596242920011886</id><published>2011-04-04T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:07:03.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each time when I'm doing the ice cream project, I'm tempted to eat ice cream. Giving that same mere excuse that indulging myself in&amp;nbsp; ice cream can give a little boost in my creativity. Got no idea how many sticks of ice cream I have been licking. And seriously, ice cream do make you happy :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I LOVE this project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-775596242920011886?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/775596242920011886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-cream_8524.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/775596242920011886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/775596242920011886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-cream_8524.html' title='Ice cream'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7720654641029395129</id><published>2011-01-21T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:21:49.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Post-mortem Resolution Analysis of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Having a deeper relationship with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Quite a number of things happened last year. Trials that have definitely brought my spiritual maturity to another level. I had finally understood the emotions of sorrow and grief and chose to find&amp;nbsp;strength and comfort in the caring hands of our Everlasting Father.&amp;nbsp;Again, I reminded myself that you are a like a stone, needed to be cut and polished repeatedly to be produced as a high quality diamond. I have learnt that we are created for His purpose to bring glory to His name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Getting good grades &lt;/strike&gt;Pursue Excellence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I learnt&amp;nbsp;to pursue excellence and success will comes behind it. It is not just about getting good results in examination, but to acquire as much knowledge as you can during your uni years. Knowledge has proven itself&amp;nbsp;to be the Ultimate Power in today's world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Cherish my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Time Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snoozed my alarm less compared to last year. Adjusted my watch 10 minutes earlier. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bought a&amp;nbsp;pair of sports shoes, but exercising in a minimal level. lol.. Starting to eat right, cutting down on junk foods and squashing more fruits into my mouth for snacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7720654641029395129?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7720654641029395129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/post-mortem-resolution-analysis-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7720654641029395129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7720654641029395129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/post-mortem-resolution-analysis-of-2010.html' title='Post-mortem Resolution Analysis of 2010'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-8141717597695142132</id><published>2011-01-18T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:33:33.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumer dissatisfaction'/><title type='text'>Dissatisfied, Confused and Pure Madness</title><content type='html'>Seriously I personally do not understand why is it so hard for them to convey the right message to the public regarding the changes of the bus terminals venues. What is the PR doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You travelled for hours, from north to south or east to west in that crampy bus seat. About reaching your destination, the driver told you that they are dropping you at the new bus terminal which freak the passengers out. Confusion started to contaminate the publics' mind. Which bus terminal ? In-the-process-of-renovating-Puduraya OR the temporary-BJ OR the state-of-art-BTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message&amp;nbsp;is so&amp;nbsp;unclear regarding the opening of Pudu and BTS. Especially CNY is around the corner, thousands are travelling back to their respective hometown, everyone is wondering which bus terminals to go to. Recent news mentioned that Pudu will be reopening on Feb 2, hopefully on time this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8141717597695142132?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8141717597695142132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/dissatisfied-confused-and-pure-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8141717597695142132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8141717597695142132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/dissatisfied-confused-and-pure-madness.html' title='Dissatisfied, Confused and Pure Madness'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6683375887224891265</id><published>2010-11-18T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:14:22.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Selamat pagi, Cikgu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/T/Jacqueline.J.Tabor-1/images/teacherquote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://students.ou.edu/T/Jacqueline.J.Tabor-1/images/teacherquote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;I can still remember those days, when I was in Standard 2, how we adored our teachers. My friends and I will get up early to get to school. Waiting in the hall&amp;nbsp;patiently to detect our class teacher’s red Kancil strove into the parking lot. We rushed like a swarm of bees to open the door for her. Each offering themselves to just carry her books into the teacher’s room. Able to carry the teacher’s bag was a self-actualization during that time. Those were unable to carry her bag walked out with such disappointment and agony. Teachers, in those times are like ‘Superstars’, with little paparazzi asking for autographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Furthermore, we bowed our heads and wished our teachers, ‘Selamat sejahtera, cikgu’ each time we past them by. How we treat our teachers with such respect and dignity. We dig a big hole in our parents’ pockets, each wanting to give their best present to their teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Well, things change as we get older, especially in secondary years. Yes, we do respect our teachers but not to that extend of queuing up to carry her bag. We got a little more, innovative, putting our creativity in nicknaming our teachers. We giggled at their jokes and laughed hysterically when the teachers had to play games during Sports Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;As I was recalling my memories, I am thankful to have noble teachers who go beyond their job specification which is teaching. They educate us with love, raising us up to be man and woman of integrity. Thank you, for every ‘rotan marks’ on our hands, for every nagging in assembly hall and for the knowledge and inspiration you gave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/8886622623672808914-6683375887224891265?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6683375887224891265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/selamat-pagi-cikgu_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6683375887224891265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6683375887224891265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/selamat-pagi-cikgu_18.html' title='Selamat pagi, Cikgu!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5035107044184950967</id><published>2010-11-10T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:10:11.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkPDFMeAwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WjADJAVz3vY/s1600/Violin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkPDFMeAwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WjADJAVz3vY/s320/Violin.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really adored and admired musicians. Either they are pressing the ivory-coloured of piano keys, strumming the strings of an accoustic guitar or&amp;nbsp;swaying the bow against the violin's strings. The pleasure of listening to music and playing an instrument itself is totally different. Playing an instrument captures one's inner soul and emotions. Playing an instrument makes your&amp;nbsp;senses go crazy.&amp;nbsp;Getting to touch the texture of the smooth, wooden violin. You have the authority in placing pressure to produce louder notes or vice versa. You get to experience the music flowing right throught that thing you are holding into your ear drums and penetrate gently to your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;My biggest regret is not pursuing music. I still remembered that day, when my dad asked me, "Carol, do you want to learn to learn piano?". I declined immediately, giving an excuse that looking into a book of 'tauges' makes me dizzy as in music notes. I dread practices, playing the same song again and again and lastly piano exam. Thanks to my friends who keeps complaining about 'their encounter' with the ang moh piano examiner. It literally make my knees turned jelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my dream to be able to play an instrument. By the way, does castanets counted as a music instuments?? cause yeah, I am talented in castanets. Dream come true. lol :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkO0nhEnMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eHTzT68_7G4/s1600/castanet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkO0nhEnMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eHTzT68_7G4/s200/castanet.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-5035107044184950967?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5035107044184950967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5035107044184950967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5035107044184950967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkPDFMeAwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WjADJAVz3vY/s72-c/Violin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1651125629859533479</id><published>2010-11-09T16:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:22:15.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkA5VGFfWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nPURyZaapis/s1600/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkA5VGFfWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nPURyZaapis/s200/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkBJhh8TDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lINCs2sy0IM/s1600/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkBJhh8TDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lINCs2sy0IM/s200/move_on_logo_515pix1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Do you know why a Car's WINDSHIELD is so large &amp;amp; the Rearview Mirror is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. Look Ahead and Move on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkC4h_0OvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IYH8IfxG68Q/s200/friendship_quote_graphic_c4.gif" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- All things in life are temporary. If it is going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If it is going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkDiaGcu6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MesVD_zHJ6c/s1600/rural-road-bend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkDiaGcu6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/MesVD_zHJ6c/s200/rural-road-bend.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkEXIo9aNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/po7iEWWXxXs/s1600/faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkEXIo9aNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/po7iEWWXxXs/s200/faith.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A blind person once asked: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" The reply: "Yes, losing your vision!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkD7sOBdDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eiMd-bJB2pk/s1600/worry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkD7sOBdDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eiMd-bJB2pk/s200/worry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, it takes away todays' PEACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkC4h_0OvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IYH8IfxG68Q/s1600/friendship_quote_graphic_c4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1651125629859533479?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1651125629859533479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1651125629859533479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1651125629859533479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkA5VGFfWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nPURyZaapis/s72-c/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-8857312878527226100</id><published>2010-10-07T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:17:07.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Public Bank Debit Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1r3VrtlfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zVGS47H_AM4/s1600/995c9c095797e2ac8475bb567f4fd141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1r3VrtlfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zVGS47H_AM4/s200/995c9c095797e2ac8475bb567f4fd141.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you embarrassed yourself for not having enough cash to pay at the counter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1tV22DYxI/AAAAAAAAAac/NCjVHPZdokI/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1tV22DYxI/AAAAAAAAAac/NCjVHPZdokI/s1600/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or you have to freeze your credit card for your uncontrollable spending habits?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The time has come..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Emergence of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Public Bank Debit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swipe, Spend and Savour the Great &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;REWARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You actually earn $$$ while spending $.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1v-uSiTBI/AAAAAAAAAag/GJ1huP5dYfI/s1600/op.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1v-uSiTBI/AAAAAAAAAag/GJ1huP5dYfI/s1600/op.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click to know more &lt;a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/carol17/publicbankdebit"&gt;Public Bank Debit card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8857312878527226100?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8857312878527226100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/public-bank-debit-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8857312878527226100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8857312878527226100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/public-bank-debit-card.html' title='Public Bank Debit Card'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1r3VrtlfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zVGS47H_AM4/s72-c/995c9c095797e2ac8475bb567f4fd141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6855392599857116335</id><published>2010-10-06T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:04:16.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Nyonya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's start by giving you a little bit of my history. Well, my dad is a pure Cantonese man while my mum is a pure&amp;nbsp;Peranakan lady, which subsequently make me half-Nyonya known as 'Baba Celup'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nyonyas are famous for their delectable cuisine, of course.&amp;nbsp;Ranging from kuihs to dishes.&amp;nbsp;The desserts especially are mouth-watering. The sweetness that tantalise your taste buds. Was wondering what happened to the 'great cook' genes which I did not inherit. My grandma cooks well,&amp;nbsp;my aunt cooks super well, my mum cooks okay.&amp;nbsp;Well, I guess not enough 'great cook' genes to be distributed to me. I am really a loser when it comes to cooking. I just can't get the taste combination right. I can't estimate how long can the chicken or fish be cooked. But there's one position I can triumph. I can eat ! Yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mywisewife.com/images/stories/Recipe/AyamPongteh/AyamPongteh3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" px="true" src="http://www.mywisewife.com/images/stories/Recipe/AyamPongteh/AyamPongteh3.jpg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s1600/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s320/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnABI5GfWz0/SWRYXuikxkI/AAAAAAAAATA/WWgv2PaVGe0/s400/N+curry+chicken+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnABI5GfWz0/SWRYXuikxkI/AAAAAAAAATA/WWgv2PaVGe0/s320/N+curry+chicken+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Curry chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ ﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwcHSsUrEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DcC6GPMda40/s1600/3350634902_db4f020b06_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwcHSsUrEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DcC6GPMda40/s320/3350634902_db4f020b06_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubur cha cha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿PS: I need these pictures to inspire and motivate me to learn cooking.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s1600/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="64" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s320/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 515px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 470px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="73" src="http://www.mywisewife.com/images/stories/Recipe/AyamPongteh/AyamPongteh3.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); 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font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I shall rejoice in trials. It opens my eyes to new perspective and above all, it causes me&amp;nbsp;to fall in love with You all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8769441750409383281?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8769441750409383281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-i-shall-rejoice-in-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8769441750409383281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8769441750409383281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-i-shall-rejoice-in-trials.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1813856431873854723</id><published>2010-09-28T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:14:47.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My favourites !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Most of my friends have gotten chicken pox during their childhood. I am the exception. I have been always wondering.. "When is my turn??" "How come mine so late?"&amp;nbsp;I chuckled to myself, it must have gotten lost somewhere.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The symptoms hit me on the very first day. I had bad migraine, body ache and slight fever. All I could do was lied on the bed and sleep the whole day. I can't even&amp;nbsp;move my&amp;nbsp;legs to walk. Tired and weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;wanted a good rest,&amp;nbsp; hoping that I&amp;nbsp;would get&amp;nbsp;better the next day for uni. Woke up in shock when I noticed that annoying red dots all over my neck and shoulders. I shrieked, "Oh, not Chicken pox!". Well, you see, I'm in the midst of preparing for my final exams. Another part of me whispered, "Come on, it might be rashes or some kind of allergy". Well, I'm prone to allergies. Insect and bees just love me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the evening, the spots gets more, some sprinkle over my face and my body. That when I decided that I have to face the truth. It might be chicken pox. Went to the doctor for confirmation. And Yes it is, the day has come when I finally had my chicken pox. Filled with excitement and thrill.&amp;nbsp;My friends thought I was crazy for being rejoicing over chicken pox. Seriously, Thank God for His peace and comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rushed back to Muar. I was quarantined as my dear sis hadn't had one. Well, I was enjoying every moment of it being pampered, being the 'chicken pox princess' at home. Well,&amp;nbsp;I had a good excuse for being one. Food and water is being served.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The particular night was a disaster. My whole body was hot. Literally, you can feel your body is burning with fire, signifying more spots is mushrooming its way out. I was tossing all over, feeling uncomfortable being hot and the next minute cold. It was definitely a long night. I couldn't sleep. It was later, when I decided to turn on Hillsong worship. I felt much more serene and relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We Chinese have a way of making people who are unwell even more miserable. The worst of all is the long list of food that I am told to abstain. No soya sauce because that will cause the scars to darken. No chicken, fish, prawns, crabs&amp;nbsp;which are considered toxins&amp;nbsp;that may&amp;nbsp;affect the spots to be itchy. And then there is the no oily food for heatiness. Noodles, ABC soups and vege has been on menu list for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt horrible but I know God is watching over me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4413635286086808885?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4413635286086808885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-pox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4413635286086808885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4413635286086808885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken pox'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3147547407496464862</id><published>2010-09-23T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:08:51.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Brokenhearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:18 (NASB) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God is not the author of confusion but of peace ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 14:33 (NKJV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: lime;"&gt;Defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 4:8 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:28 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 17:20 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 24:16 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23:4 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 4:4 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Impatience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27:14 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Impossibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus replied, "What is impossible with men is possible with God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18:27 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;"&gt;Inability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 9:8 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: blue;"&gt;Inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything through him who gives me strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:13 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;Lacking Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Lacking Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:5 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lacking Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 1:30 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Loneliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:4 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: lime;"&gt;Poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:19 (NKJV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Rejection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:39 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn their mourning into joy and will comfort them and give them joy for their sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 31:13 (NASB) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tiredness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:31 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:1 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 1:9 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Unloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1 (NLT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Weariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7 (NLT) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3147547407496464862?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3147547407496464862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/anxiety-do-not-be-anxious-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3147547407496464862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3147547407496464862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/anxiety-do-not-be-anxious-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2092785491493283920</id><published>2010-08-25T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:11:44.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When I look at You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my world is falling apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there's no light to break up the dark,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I can't find my way home anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look at you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see forgiveness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love me for who I am,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the stars hold the moon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right there where they belong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I know im not alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song somehow reminded me of&amp;nbsp;our Abba Father's&amp;nbsp;great and unconditional love for his children on earth. For the times, when life gets tough, You are always there for me during my tears and joy. Walking hand in hand with me through this amazing journey. Couldn't imagine&amp;nbsp;life without&amp;nbsp;You, carrying me through of all the trials&amp;nbsp;I face. It is you that keeps me going, to live victoriously and giving You all the praise and glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2092785491493283920?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2092785491493283920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-look-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2092785491493283920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2092785491493283920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I look at You'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6189819142365582569</id><published>2010-07-18T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:22:42.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TElDHkE9emI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq8gedvp-Ik/s1600/61.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TElDHkE9emI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq8gedvp-Ik/s320/61.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6189819142365582569?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6189819142365582569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6189819142365582569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6189819142365582569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TElDHkE9emI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq8gedvp-Ik/s72-c/61.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-881490739419225745</id><published>2010-07-09T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:29:44.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Gifted Classical Pianist - Maksim Mrvica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPShZ9JCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TQ1dHkl92H8/s1600/Maksim_mrvica3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPShZ9JCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TQ1dHkl92H8/s320/Maksim_mrvica3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No words can articulate how spectacular Maksim is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a grand auditorium, when the audience stood still to appreciate this gifted pianist, the music that touches your heart as though magic is in the air. The tune fills the congregation with serenity, peace and tranquility. The harmonious melody dissolved slowly in the hearts of many. His movement aligned with the rhythm he plays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPWiYVldI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GPEtIqDIdvw/s1600/mrvica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPWiYVldI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GPEtIqDIdvw/s320/mrvica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His talent hypnotized the nation. Making a mark in instrumental music history. Making &amp;nbsp;music to something so beautiful, another level of admiration and wonder. The harmonious melody. The rhythm. The tempo accurateness. The pressure as he pressed the keys gently. The dynamics. The texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a number of masterpiece that I can live without and brightens my day! His music blows me away to somewhere in time. Something so beautiful and beyond words. Exodus. Somewhere in Time. Claudine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I adore the passion and the enthusiasm he has for something he dreams. MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPkT8HOaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9tGBFeNNRLw/s1600/music_for_maksim_back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPkT8HOaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9tGBFeNNRLw/s320/music_for_maksim_back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&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/8886622623672808914-881490739419225745?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/881490739419225745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/gifted-classical-pianist-maksim-mrvica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/881490739419225745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/881490739419225745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/gifted-classical-pianist-maksim-mrvica.html' title='A Gifted Classical Pianist - Maksim Mrvica'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TDbPShZ9JCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TQ1dHkl92H8/s72-c/Maksim_mrvica3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7975184733947318594</id><published>2010-07-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:59:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ "When The Tears Fall" - Tim Hughes ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZWUimGv_xrU/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWUimGv_xrU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWUimGv_xrU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7975184733947318594?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7975184733947318594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-tears-fall-tim-hughes_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7975184733947318594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7975184733947318594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-tears-fall-tim-hughes_02.html' title='♫ &quot;When The Tears Fall&quot; - Tim Hughes ♫'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6597447520479569779</id><published>2010-07-02T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:26:18.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>When the Tears Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I've had questions without answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I've known sorrow, I have known pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;But there's one thing, that I cling to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;You are faithful, Jesus You're true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In the lone hour of my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Through the darkest night of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;You surround me and sustain me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;My Defender forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When the laughter fails to comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When my heart aches, Lord are you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When confusion's all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And the darkness my closest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When pain surrounds, I'll call You Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When silence falls, You'll be the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Within my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When the tears fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Still I will sing to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Jesus praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Through the suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Still I will sing to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I miss you. Every little things remind me of you. The pathway we walk. the food we eat. your idiosyncrasies. Your bad habits.youth ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6597447520479569779?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6597447520479569779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-tears-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6597447520479569779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6597447520479569779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-tears-falls.html' title='When the Tears Falls'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1797824074115031919</id><published>2010-06-30T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:45:34.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God's Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCmCWe_2EgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ID_Q_aA0dUg/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCmCWe_2EgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ID_Q_aA0dUg/s320/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: large;"&gt;God's Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; Rainbows appear after mighty storms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; When things look their very worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; Just when the skies are darkest gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; Look for the rainbow first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; The rainbow is a sign of God's promise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; That He will guide us through any storm,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; That He will see us through all our troubles,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; No matter what their form.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--BODY {scrollbar-face-color:#FFA9B1;scrollbar-highlight-color:#AAFFB3;scrollbar-3dlight-color:#A9E5FF;scrollbar-darkshadow-color:#A7AAD3;scrollbar-shadow-color:#A9ACFE;scrollbar-arrow-color:#700095;scrollbar-track-color:#AEABFF;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; When you feel battered by life's storms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; And you are filled with doubt and dismay;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; Just remember God's rainbow is coming -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; It's only a prayer away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: small;"&gt; - Author Unknown&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #700095; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The sun promises a brighter day yet sometimes it fails... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;But God promises a beautiful life and He never fails...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1797824074115031919?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1797824074115031919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1797824074115031919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1797824074115031919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-rainbow.html' title='God&apos;s Rainbow'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCmCWe_2EgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ID_Q_aA0dUg/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4752549060494111694</id><published>2010-06-29T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:29:43.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I am a loser when it comes to pain. I can't tolerate pain well. You'll find me running around for plaster for my paper cut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I finally understood,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;the pain of having cuts on your flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;is nothing compared to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;the pain of having a cut on your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;That excruciating pain. When I see them lying at that wooden box. When I see that wooden box being lowered to the ground. It breaks my heart, for not able to tell you 'Thank you' for being my friend'. For not accomplishing our plans to have our birthdays and backpacking together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Oh God, I need You to be that Plaster, to heal my wounded heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;No one can touch my heart like You do..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm learning to cherish everyone You sent to my life, God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life to the fullest for You, my Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4752549060494111694?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4752549060494111694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4752549060494111694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4752549060494111694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-9101857077631818509</id><published>2010-06-26T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:59:20.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Dear Uncle Roland, Jacinth, Jelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncle Roland has been a great blessing to the young generation. He has raised 'Leaders of Tomorrow' and faithful man and woman of God who live their lives for Jesus Christ. Scholars are blessed with full scholarships because of His fervent prayer and guidance. He is like the candle that shines in the dark, giving hope and confidence to students to challenge their abilities in performing outstandingly. He has assisted me in obtaining my scholarship. I remembered how he was so anxious in knowing everyone's results, his concern for each youth to excel best inn their academics. Truly, he has been an inspiration to us all. He's strict yet soft-spoken in his own special ways. Uncle Roland, I truly salute you, for being a Man of God's destiny, a great father, a remarkable teacher, a faithful friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jacinth, we are often so passionate about Delima in Convent. How we BOOooo to the other teams.. Your quiet and sweet in your own ways. The last time we met was when Joash, you and I were going round KL to get a replacement of your faulty Digi modem. I remembered how adoringly you and your brother were, that teasing and giggling here and there. I know you are in love with Korean guys.. hee hee..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jelyn, you're so sweet and gentle. I was hoping hard that you could join Delima, so we could have our Delima girls conquering the youth. I remembered at Pastor Betty farewell, whereby we had a ball match. "Hey girl, you're really a&amp;nbsp;sportswoman". You are so petite, but you put the guys to shame that night with your accurate throwing skills to the tree and the stamina you had. Both of you are just so sweet, and your contagious smile that brightened the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till we meet again, in Heaven along with our Heavenly Dad!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-9101857077631818509?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9101857077631818509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-uncle-roland-jacinth-jelyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9101857077631818509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9101857077631818509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-uncle-roland-jacinth-jelyn.html' title='Dear Uncle Roland, Jacinth, Jelyn'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4093356466114645837</id><published>2010-06-25T14:54:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:22:01.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dear Joash,</title><content type='html'>Everyone was grief-strickened and saddened by your death, Uncle Roland, Jacinth and Jelyn plus your Grandma. I guessed Heaven is having shortage of angels, that's why God is recruiting the best of all and whom he deeply loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had been a supportive brother in Christ, a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCRWdSLuwKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/59OqnaI2Quw/s1600/35466_402156637132_626547132_4814147_1911383_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCRWdSLuwKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/59OqnaI2Quw/s400/35466_402156637132_626547132_4814147_1911383_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember the 'Great Job' pat you gave on my back each time I did well in drama sketch for Christmas and worship.I remembered serving together in Christ Ignitors. From Chinese New Year fund raising, Christmas Celebration, mothers day celebration... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you and Kevin used to drop by at Music Valley to disrupt my work and disturb the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you giving me weird nicknames like 'Elephant' and 'Aunty Carol' or 'High Distinction'. Though I called you 'Tortoise' for eating super super slow and 'High High High Distinction' for being so brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire how patient you are towards the weak. How you love them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also remember your big, generous heart. You insisted on paying everytime, until that day I have to snatch your wallet to stuff money inside which left the waiter staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember your optimism in everything. When we got lost in Malacca before Family camp, I was literally panicking while you are appreciating Malacca scenery at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCRSzZyVCLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7Z-WHrorkTA/s1600/35466_402156277132_626547132_4814141_3381096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCRSzZyVCLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7Z-WHrorkTA/s400/35466_402156277132_626547132_4814141_3381096_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember how I complaint about you wearing the red Ah Pek shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said my masterpiece was the nicest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; remember you for keep forcing me to eat. You made me gorged down brownies, cakes, breads, desserts. Not fair! You make your gf so slim, yet you make me fat!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a horrible shopper, ending up buying rotten stuff like the Chinese New Year oranges, the marigold yogurt drink, end up gotten nagged by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry joy with you wherever you go. Your million-dollar smile.Your joke of the year. Your 'cheekiness'.You always Stand out from photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCSDH2iUqNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rbNGOl0l0pY/s1600/35466_402156392132_626547132_4814144_7530892_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCSDH2iUqNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rbNGOl0l0pY/s400/35466_402156392132_626547132_4814144_7530892_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my 'Makan' buddy and my 'escort' to go back to Muar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me blur, searching for words in the dictionary each time you blast out your bombastic vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always put others first and God above all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be deeply missed. I gonna bring more friends to Heaven to meet my Buddy, which is You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are rejoicing with God and your family up there. Jamming with the best musical instrument, singing praise to God, with the angels as your choir. Feasting at His Table with a large spread of food. You will never missed any ball while playing tennis, because you have wings to fly as high to catch it. I'm grateful to God that I get to meet a great friend like you for 21 percent of your 23 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I bet you are smiling away in Heaven, with everyone praising you... hee hee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4093356466114645837?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4093356466114645837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-joash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4093356466114645837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4093356466114645837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-joash.html' title='Dear Joash,'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TCRWdSLuwKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/59OqnaI2Quw/s72-c/35466_402156637132_626547132_4814147_1911383_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5274024393080571591</id><published>2010-06-16T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:13:26.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happie Birthday, Bloggie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TBibMNPGruI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TUw0acb0VZM/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TBibMNPGruI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TUw0acb0VZM/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a year of blogging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thought of changing to a new direction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8886622623672808914-5274024393080571591?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5274024393080571591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/happie-birthday-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5274024393080571591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5274024393080571591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/happie-birthday-bloggie.html' title='Happie Birthday, Bloggie!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TBibMNPGruI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TUw0acb0VZM/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6619797442757889998</id><published>2010-05-19T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:36:42.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Trust in Him</title><content type='html'>When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I can't solve this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I will direct your path&lt;/span&gt;." (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It's impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you,&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Everything is possible&lt;/span&gt;." (Luke 18:27)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you,&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you&lt;/span&gt;." (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I can't do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I can do everything through him who gives me strength&lt;/span&gt;." (Philippians 4:13)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; "I don't deserve forgiveness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I have forgiven you&lt;/span&gt;." (Romans 8:1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, " &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I am afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Do not fear, for I am with you; I will strengthen you and help you&lt;/span&gt;." (Isaiah 41:10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I am tired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest&lt;/span&gt;." (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;No one really loves me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you,&lt;strong&gt; " &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I love you."&lt;/span&gt; (John 13:34)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, " &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I don't know how to go on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you,&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I will show you the path&lt;/span&gt;." (Psalm 32:8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;When you say&lt;strong&gt;, "&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;What path does God have for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My Beloved Son Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; (1Timothy 2:5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6619797442757889998?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6619797442757889998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/trust-in-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6619797442757889998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6619797442757889998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/trust-in-him.html' title='Trust in Him'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6723547238073272841</id><published>2010-05-13T12:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:59:40.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>That's the way, Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-uEbKNa1rI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CqOH441a_qY/s1600/G45OJXCAA2I08QCAUK8NUJCALN61UECA7J1CT3CAOOKOB0CAJZZFRTCABJZ095CA1HK4NRCAPAK2H4CA7UILOICA3029H3CAWCHC3BCAAY874XCASEE7GTCAQP2Y01CAZBB3H0CA9MWR6KCA2WTBAKCAQXAKC9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend the last few days, stoning in front of the TV for the most anticipating Thomas Cup. The living room was my stadium, the beating of my heart were the drums and the pillows were the other spectators. It was a breakdown, a grief-strickening moment when Japan slammed down our team with 3-2, especially our intense desire of repeating the historic victory back in 1992. The players were obviously drained out of stress during the horrendous battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy!, they did an outstanding performance yesterday, battling against Denmark by 3-2. The team appeared to be 'Stronger than Yesterday' despite of the unexpected failure. Thanks to our world’s player, LCW not forgetting KKT and TBH in building the victory momentum to blaze the fighting spirit. The fighting spirit was so evident. Even though, WCH and the other double players were at the losing end, they fought to the very end. ‘To give up’ was never a solution. Hafiz is back in the game, sprinting as the Hero of the sweet victory, placing Malaysia in semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great game, I would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Malaysia is grinding our weapons for the next combat, setting up a tough clash with the reigning champion China. Based on Thomas Cup 1998 Jakarta, China won 3-2. Lin Dan was shocked by LCH after LCH won in straight game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-uGXNjlyUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tjBVx0xihAs/s1600/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470613905705650498" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-uGXNjlyUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tjBVx0xihAs/s400/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. China or Malaysia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazily cheering for Malaysia... Doesn’t matter win or lose; it is about believing in the nation you’re living in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6723547238073272841?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6723547238073272841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-way-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6723547238073272841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6723547238073272841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-way-malaysia.html' title='That&apos;s the way, Malaysia!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-uGXNjlyUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tjBVx0xihAs/s72-c/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6445742341468267038</id><published>2010-05-11T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:46:32.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What is happiness??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;One day, the young lion asked his mom: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mom, where is the happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mom replied: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;It's on your tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;So the young lion keeps on chasing after his tail. But after a whole day of trying, he failed to get the happiness that was on his tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Then he told his mom about this, his mom smiled and said: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Son, you don't really need to chase after your happiness, as long as you keep going and moving forward, your happiness will always be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6445742341468267038?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6445742341468267038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6445742341468267038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6445742341468267038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-happiness.html' title='What is happiness??'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5543647738521730549</id><published>2010-05-10T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:29:01.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I stepped into the library, day-in and day-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I checked through online the status of that particular book since yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I have been browsing through the library shelves meticulously, in case I missed out that black-printed book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I read the book that I was anticipating in an open-book website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I have never felt this way before towards any other books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I could not put the book down for a minute, I literally eat with it, sleep with it, listening to lectures with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It is therefore, a Confession,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that I'm officially obsessed with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;irrevocably&lt;br /&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;a fictional book.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-eZ6YimJtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wyAyaSRkFfY/s1600/twilight%2520series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469509500763776722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-eZ6YimJtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wyAyaSRkFfY/s400/twilight%2520series.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 151px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-5543647738521730549?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5543647738521730549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-unconditionally-and-irrevocably-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5543647738521730549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5543647738521730549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-unconditionally-and-irrevocably-in.html' title='I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with it'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-eZ6YimJtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wyAyaSRkFfY/s72-c/twilight%2520series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7645052516348843486</id><published>2010-05-06T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:01:03.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Hemophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During childhood times, I was like a Magnet welcoming accidents ranging from bleeding, wounds, swollen and ext. Blood to me was nothing. But a recent activity has brought me to discover my weakness of fearing bloods. It is called Hemophobia (hee-mo-fo-bee-ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni was having this Blood Donation Drive in the concourse. Everyone was so exhilarated, talking over about the drive, their first ever experience donating blood and the ‘theoretical factors’ of an eligible donor. I, myself was keyed up about the drive in wanting to contribute something to the society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was walking with my group of boisterous friends towards the drive, deep inside I felt something was wrong, I mean something went wrong. I really don’t feel good. From afar, one glance of that red thick, drops dribbling into that transparent plastic packet has triggered my body entire system. My legs turned jelly out of a sudden. The butterflies in my tummy was flying and racing in full speed restlessly. My head felt dizzy when the smell of rust and salt blended with a strong smell of sterilized clinical equipment wafted through my nostrils. I was clutching my friend tight as the nurse effortlessly inserted the needle right through the skin. The sight of the blood drive awakens my inner voice. “Can you do it, Carol?” it whispered. A ray of thoughts ran through my mind. I was visualizing myself sitting on the chair, squashing the ball to assist the blood flow. Blood flowing out of my veins into the tube and into the transparent plastic packet. “Come out, you can do it!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My rational thoughts wrestled with my emotions, my little courage. My friends were filling the forms. For me, I can’t even hold the pen straight as my hands were literally shaking. Finally, I chickened Out!! Cowardice, I told myself. Many threw up and had fainting spells after donating. Since I was not, I was the ‘Nurse of the Day’, providing tissues and hot drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to donate, but I guessed that day was not the right time. I shall donate once I’m ready overcoming that fear, fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-Ivkp5pX1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/RJaq4c0eAEM/s1600/donate-blood-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467985204350639954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-Ivkp5pX1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/RJaq4c0eAEM/s400/donate-blood-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: Do donate as it benefits the donor and the recipient. =) cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7645052516348843486?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7645052516348843486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/hemophobia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7645052516348843486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7645052516348843486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/hemophobia.html' title='Hemophobia'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S-Ivkp5pX1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/RJaq4c0eAEM/s72-c/donate-blood-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6840870305195109377</id><published>2010-05-04T13:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:33:22.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S9_phtZZH6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/dN-881NMbjw/s1600/Bull_Dog_by_sharadhaksar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467345237982125986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S9_phtZZH6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/dN-881NMbjw/s400/Bull_Dog_by_sharadhaksar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been desiring for a pet, especially a puppy. A friend who stays true and faithful and doesn’t judge for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my sister and I had pluck our 'mustard seed courage' to ask my dad. "Dad, why not we have a puppy? It can look after our home, and we have someone to play with.." both of us pleaded with our adorable puppy eyes. But in vain, dad never agreed. He answered jokingly, “You both can't even take care of yourselves, yet you want a dog." From that day onwards, we never really bothered to ask him about having a dog. The definite answer will be the 'BIG NO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has a pet dog before, during his ‘bachelorhood’ times. He had a sturdy bull dog named ‘Bronco’. His love for his beloved friend was beyond words. To an extent, my dad even washed Bronco’s feet under running water after he brought Bronco for a walk. One even suggested to my dad, why not get Bronco a walking shoes. Bronco was a dog who remains faithful to his Master. Bronco was there during the ups and downs of life. He’s worth more than just a pet; he was part of the family. However, Bronco left the world due to heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, pets do have ‘emotional intelligence’. They understood their master’s emotions of sorrow and joy. The true story of a dog, Hachiko in Tokyo who waited for his Master till he fall dead on the steps of the station remains a legend till today. It never fails to bring tears to my eyes every time I read the legend again and again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6840870305195109377?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6840870305195109377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/mans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6840870305195109377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6840870305195109377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S9_phtZZH6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/dN-881NMbjw/s72-c/Bull_Dog_by_sharadhaksar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4400088562053844894</id><published>2010-04-06T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:15:35.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Fatal Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These 3 things never escape from my life. They will always pay a visit after I just completed my final assignment of the semester, no matter how much I loathe them. These 3 horrible MONSTERS that have been haunting my happy life are mouth ulcers, sore throat and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MONSTER 1: MOUTH ULCER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth ulcers are my monthly habitual activity. The more I tried to deter it by drinking tones of water plus avoiding fried food, the more it multiplied like mushrooms after the rain. The strange part was every time my niece has ulcers, the next thing I knew was me gotten affected. Just can’t tolerate that annoying white spots with red outline on your lips, gums or even tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HERO: ORAL AID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend for prone ulcers victims like me to use Oral Aid which is super effective. It makes me burst to tears after applying, but has a faster healing effect compare to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MONSTER 2: SORE THROAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up on that beautiful morning, and the next thing you realized is that burning sensation in your throat. You took a big gulp of water and it hurts. ARGH!!! I can’t resist eating, as usual. However, sore throat did and amazing job of killing my appetite. Worst of all, my angelic voice has transformed to an ugly toad, croaking away desperately in its low, deep voice. I find it hard to accomplish my potential in eating and chatting. The pain is just unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HERO: STRESPILS&lt;/span&gt; (ops I forget my hero’s name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MONSTER 3: FLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nose literally has become the faulty pipe that overflows. You can’t sleep efficiently because your nose is stuck. Difficult to breathe. Hard to concentrate as you’ll be holding tissue all the time as a stopper on your nose. Even worst, even the World’s Best Chef’s signature dish seems bland and unappetizing. Cause you lost your taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HERO: CLARINASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarinase is highly effective. One tablet is enough to say BYE BYE~~ flu. However, it depends on the strength of your army, your immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consult a doctor for prescription.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4400088562053844894?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4400088562053844894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatal-trilogy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4400088562053844894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4400088562053844894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatal-trilogy.html' title='Fatal Trilogy'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1562098844481622671</id><published>2010-04-01T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:51:58.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Exam Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Study on Students’ Behaviour during Exam Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research Method: Observation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before Exam Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S7RBKNXSplI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HiNjHMiHFd0/s1600/0000048514_20080507175247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455056692294362706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S7RBKNXSplI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HiNjHMiHFd0/s400/0000048514_20080507175247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls, looking fabulous with their striking smoky eyes, with long, lusty eyelashes coated with double layers of mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their fresh blow-dry hair wafting against the wind as though there were in hair commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their matching-colored top and bottom attires with their killer heels which is 4inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, looking stunning and debonair with their well-waxed hair with contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During Exam Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S7RBKl4g3rI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i1aywrDia8A/s1600/I_Love_Nerds_T-shirt_B.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455056698876157618" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S7RBKl4g3rI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i1aywrDia8A/s400/I_Love_Nerds_T-shirt_B.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swollen eyes after their sleepless nights for burning midnight oil and last minute study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their exam-styled hairdo,” Just wake up” was combed using bare hands and gel using water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy spectacles come into fashion. Their collection consists of different shapes and sizes even puts Elton John to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even walked into the exam hall confidently with their pajamas and toilet slippers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really find it cute to see how they tuned into nerd.fm.. Hee hee.. im a victim myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1562098844481622671?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1562098844481622671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/exam-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1562098844481622671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1562098844481622671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/exam-period.html' title='Exam Period'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S7RBKNXSplI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HiNjHMiHFd0/s72-c/0000048514_20080507175247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-9150249025429126420</id><published>2010-03-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:07:53.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Of this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 30 March 2010, 4.15 pm&lt;/strong&gt; marked one of the most important date in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially my assignment is over. I can't really explain this sentimental feeling. How I survived through the storms of assignment and a thunder of tests.. Thank God for His strength and wisdom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, being a perfectionist explains it all. How I scrutinized each assignment line by line leaving my group mates breathless and lost for words. This is because I always see myself as a future marketer instead of a student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost entering to the second year of degree as I wasn’t exposed to their “rules and guidelines”. It was definitely time to brush up and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have one week time to ~~~FINALS~~~. I’m tuning in to nerd.fm. God bless me.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-9150249025429126420?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9150249025429126420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9150249025429126420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9150249025429126420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-this-and-that.html' title='Of this and that'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5944048821102444560</id><published>2010-03-18T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:20:28.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><title type='text'>A Quest for Freedom and Women' Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The news of a snatch-theft victim who was in coma due to her serious head injuries spread across the front-pages of newspapers. Posters of the missing child who was been raped been pasted all over the public places. Housewives with bruises and cuts murdered their husband out of revenge and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heart-wrecking to see how many women are been killed because of this act of stupidity. An act which is brainless, brutal and critically heartless. Only one expression could be conveyed, worst than an animal. It is just, such a waste to see these capable women lives been taken away by irresponsible people who can’t think sensibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, these ‘woman targeting crimes’ has to be solved immediately before it gets out of hand. Perhaps, the hands of the snatch thief should be chopped to teach an invaluable lesson which takes suffering as a ransom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to live in fear, clutching pepper spray tightly every night we walk that lonely street, not forgetting looking behind for countless times. We don’t want to be worried of carrying our branded hand bags around. We don’t want to be the ‘punching bag’ to release your dissatisfaction or anger. We don’t want to be paranoid of the dark parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll better stop before the feminism spirit sweeps me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;We QUEST for FREEDOM and WOMEN RIGHTS against rape, snatch theft and domestic violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-5944048821102444560?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5944048821102444560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/quest-for-freedom-and-women-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5944048821102444560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5944048821102444560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/quest-for-freedom-and-women-rights.html' title='A Quest for Freedom and Women&apos; Rights'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3374794619955497779</id><published>2010-02-26T23:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:32:19.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4ftDHPKX_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-7Bexvd19Fw/s1600-h/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442579312438566898" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4ftDHPKX_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-7Bexvd19Fw/s400/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have friends watching Twilight for 7 times in the cinema. First impression, are they dumb or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4ftDHPKX_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-7Bexvd19Fw/s1600-h/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And now, I'm a victim myself. The dumb one. Watching Twilight for the 3rd time, hoping to watch it again and again.. Had the addiction spell sip to my mind? I'm hynotised by Twilight now and the scenes keeps running in my head. How he laid down his life for his true love, Bella. How he gazes into her eyes.. How a lion fell in love with the lamb. Awww, how sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I simply love the dialogue, simple yet sweet and romantic, pretty lame at times. But I just love it. Credits to the author and screen writer. My sis can't remember her History and Geography facts but she can memorise every dialogue lines in Twilight? Incredible huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm desperate to watch New Moon. Even googled it to read it's synopsis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some pictures to drive you mad.. hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fs6J-TR_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tKpGanfkQ7k/s1600-h/new-twilight-images-of-bella-and-edward12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442579158554331122" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fs6J-TR_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tKpGanfkQ7k/s400/new-twilight-images-of-bella-and-edward12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fss5Vo2jI/AAAAAAAAAU8/78NHuhjhr20/s1600-h/lgpp31858%2Bthe-lion-and-the-lamb-edward-and-bella-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442578930750511666" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fss5Vo2jI/AAAAAAAAAU8/78NHuhjhr20/s320/lgpp31858%2Bthe-lion-and-the-lamb-edward-and-bella-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fssNAUg9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/d2oMSyuRa7s/s1600-h/edwardcullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442578918849938386" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fssNAUg9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/d2oMSyuRa7s/s320/edwardcullen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fsrha8pDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FieZlhyrCUM/s1600-h/6a00d834fd7f7353ef0105363662d8970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442578907150459954" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4fsrha8pDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FieZlhyrCUM/s320/6a00d834fd7f7353ef0105363662d8970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, I'm falling for you! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3374794619955497779?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3374794619955497779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/twilight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3374794619955497779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3374794619955497779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S4ftDHPKX_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-7Bexvd19Fw/s72-c/edward-cullen-and-bella-swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4309387401954032123</id><published>2010-02-24T12:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:23:29.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Great!! ;P Chinese New Year holiday is over and I haven't even touch my homework.. okay, let's stop complaining about homework and focus more on CNY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Great news for The Year of Tiger is that I found out the I had an increase in my ang pow money. This signifies that the economy is picking up and is no longer facing inflation. * Hee Hee* I predicted my ang pow would have an increment in the year of 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;People dressed to kill during the first day of New Year but for me, I just took pleasure in my comfortable home attire, short pants and torn clothes and slippers!! Went to my uncle place for lunch. My aunt is a good cook. Did I said good?? She is remarkably great... I always perceived that whatever food she touches will turn out to be delectable delicious. She cooks, she bakes but she doesn't bangs.. haha (reminds me Ricky Martin's songs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not forgetting, the movie that my cousins and I were anticipating ,Twilight was shown on the first day. It's chaotic. We were all in the living room. Had to increase the volume as I can't hear my adorable and debonair Edward speaking with aunties munching their cookies and getting excited about the topic their talking. Can you imagine the effects after not meeting in a year?? Lotsa things to talk from A to Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went back to KL on the second day to visit my dad's side. Cause my mum's side were mostly&lt;em&gt; GIRLS&lt;/em&gt;, it was horrifying to see how boys age 1 to 6 play their games. Me being quite protective (girls are just gentle), it freaks me out when I saw them swinging the golf stick toy around and up and down, playing with scissors... ARgh I kept shrieking, "Oh my gosh, so dangerous; CAREFUL; later fall down... haha &lt;em&gt;BOYS.. "&lt;/em&gt; Boys are like that la", mentioned my cousins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Worst of all, I had the experience looking how playful and innocent they are, running around the house with their briefs, giggling away. I wanted to take a video of them to present to everyone on their wedding day but my camera battery was flat.. What a waste!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have a R O A R ing New Year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4309387401954032123?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4309387401954032123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4309387401954032123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4309387401954032123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7549522621158323811</id><published>2010-02-24T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:36:01.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>One word from God is enough</title><content type='html'>These few days, life was hectic, I meant crazy. So many things to do yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of busy with loans, my scholarships, tests, and assignments piling up as days passes by. So many things to think about with my little mind. My planner was filled with things to be completed and DEADLINES.. You should know how much I 'admire' deadlines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the Daily Bread, the title for the days scripture highlighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope does not disappoint.. Romans 5:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the statement I needed. I could feel my anxieties were gone, as I kept that verse in my heart. It reminded me of my past, when I prayed and hoped for something so hard. God always puts my impossible dream to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just takes ONE word for God to change ones lives. The word has the ultimate power to inspire and strengthen you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, that 4 words was more than enough. Immediately I smiled to my disbelief. This is amazing, isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7549522621158323811?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7549522621158323811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-word-from-god-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7549522621158323811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7549522621158323811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-word-from-god-is-enough.html' title='One word from God is enough'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-816876471965035581</id><published>2010-02-22T11:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:06:38.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday marks the Big day for Hokkien people to celebrate their New Year. Needless to say, the endless fireworks and crackers that blasted in the dark sky has been deafening my ears. I covered my ears with my comfy pillows and yet the sound doesn't seem to disappear. Hehe after all is still Chinese New Year. My fiction book is actually my sleeping pills, makes me sleepy. However, History books are more effective in terms of making me drowzy compared to fiction books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As I was sleeping like there's no tomorrow, the morning prayers breaks the silence of that beautiful morning. My Personal Clock. My eyes was big-opened, staring at the ceiling with the fan twirling. Woke up at 6.15 am because of my 'favourite' 8 am class.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At 10.48 am, what I need is just &lt;strong&gt;C-o-f-f-e-e&lt;/strong&gt;, my password to stay awake cause I'll be having classes till 4 pm. Well, I still didn't get to master the skill sleeping with your eyes open yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P/s : I'm having &lt;strong&gt;'8am class'&lt;/strong&gt; phobia. Traffic jam in Summit is the culprit..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-816876471965035581?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/816876471965035581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/816876471965035581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/816876471965035581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3410974234136952029</id><published>2010-02-10T12:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:22:39.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A little bit of Love and care..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S3JA79rEXmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aFLRJdcdoTQ/s1600-h/814ZFECA3O5JK9CA5BFELACAQ3WPA5CATSBUOQCAU8E4U5CA2C8DCCCAZ1V465CA2UO19DCASO10FHCAOVJE8DCAY6J366CAP87FRGCA5OXD5RCADEVFR4CA6ED11ZCAC7BM2MCARL7U84CASXYXL9CAULXLSL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436477143861196482" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S3I_KJ1gdsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JyB-NcnvrHU/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Feeling bored on the weekends? Sick of the mundane activities your doing all the while. Why not have a change..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Head on to the nearest orphanage home or get involved in charity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, my team mates and I organised a Christmas Party for the shelter home. We really had a great time, jumping around like an over-grown baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important, what these little kids need is a bit of love and care. It's an amazing feeling to see the joy on their faces when you cuddled and played along with them. It felt great to see that your little deeds can actually transform or inspire one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The little thing you do, can brighten their day and make life more meaningful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3410974234136952029?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3410974234136952029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-love-and-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3410974234136952029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3410974234136952029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-love-and-care.html' title='A little bit of Love and care..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S3I_KJ1gdsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JyB-NcnvrHU/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6026292421352703415</id><published>2010-02-05T15:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:59:04.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams VS Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever experience waking up in the middle of the night, with your heartbeat racing to its maximum pace, sweats accumulating on your forehead and suddenly you felt your blood pressure drop tremendously. You pinched yourself, and murmured “Thank God, it’s just a dream”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dazzling morning sunlight beams into your room window. The clock strikes 11 am, your body frantically says it's time to wake up and start the day. But your mind force was so determine to continue dreaming. The dream exit is about to close up, but you sprint into the Dreamland again. And yeah, you make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to this age, I still have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nightmares &lt;/span&gt;of failing in my SPM exam. I rushed in to the exam hall with my hairs uncombed, did I mentioned with my ‘minnie mouse’ pyjamas. So embarrassing and worst of all, I was not able to take the exam for I was 30 minutes too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral lesson: Whenever I’m having my pathetic 8 am exam, (hated it badly especially when it rains), I would wake up 3 hours earlier, just to make sure, I’m on time. I would rush home after the exam, to study the next subject which is how to sleep. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unforgettable &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; was in a woods, along a pathway, holding hands with this guy. Only the two of us were just strolling along the forest. The smell of the refreshing air in the forest, birds chirping in its melody and flowers dancing gently to the melody. I felt the warmth in his hands, something I have never felt before. His hair was neatly cut behind, wearing a white top with broad shoulders. As I was about to gaze his beautiful face, the reality pulled me out of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, what’s happening?” I wondered. I closed my eyes and focused on the dream again. “I gotta see his face, I gotta see his face,” I chanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, back to the dream again. I was glad he was still there. As he was turning to me, my heart was bumping faster than ever before, he just disappeared. Time flies so swiftly. I was still speechless, by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, awake with the dream, still fresh in my mind. And gosh, how disappointing! I’m just a step away to have a foresight of my Mr. Right. But at least, I got a clue. Neat hair cut, broad shoulders, white top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6026292421352703415?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6026292421352703415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-dreams-vs-nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6026292421352703415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6026292421352703415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-dreams-vs-nightmares.html' title='Sweet Dreams VS Nightmares'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-301267552731981510</id><published>2010-02-05T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:41:55.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434663112633828114" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2vNTo51QxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AMB17Ipzlfg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F  R  I  E  N  D  S  H  I  P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-301267552731981510?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/301267552731981510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/301267552731981510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/301267552731981510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2vNTo51QxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AMB17Ipzlfg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4252117745353879407</id><published>2010-02-02T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:19:42.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2ff4upv1pI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g31q4TOChdM/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433557641134593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2ff4upv1pI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g31q4TOChdM/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4252117745353879407?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4252117745353879407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4252117745353879407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4252117745353879407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2ff4upv1pI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g31q4TOChdM/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1494098732081557002</id><published>2010-02-01T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:22:04.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm so hungry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Just finished class at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no idea,&lt;br /&gt;why my brain&lt;br /&gt;chose to obey&lt;br /&gt;my heart to go computer lab&lt;br /&gt;to FB&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ignored my angry, hungry, growling stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Just broke my new year resolution to control my FB addiction. haha I just couldn't resist it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1494098732081557002?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1494098732081557002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1494098732081557002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1494098732081557002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m so hungry!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4126301122642216104</id><published>2010-01-29T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:19:11.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2JkDFYjQzI/AAAAAAAAATs/jejrazMKsj4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432014104709776178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2JjS-C0xjI/AAAAAAAAASM/lzjsAmIiiac/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2JjSZZ6HlI/AAAAAAAAASE/sojz0hE4Sx0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432013268270587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2JjSZZ6HlI/AAAAAAAAASE/sojz0hE4Sx0/s400/2.jpg" 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/8886622623672808914-4126301122642216104?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4126301122642216104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4126301122642216104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4126301122642216104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2JkDFYjQzI/AAAAAAAAATs/jejrazMKsj4/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-4697687204657850776</id><published>2010-01-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:08:19.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>I'm happy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Felt awesome today, cause my Saviour heard my prayer and healed my friend's beloved grandma who was ill, in just 2 days.. Thank you, Father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;He can move the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My God is mighty to save!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-4697687204657850776?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4697687204657850776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4697687204657850776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/4697687204657850776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-9037737990714974611</id><published>2010-01-28T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:24:04.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>DMC Graduation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thanked my dad, my mum, my sis, my grandma, my cousins, my relatives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though I got the prestigious Golden Globe Award. But it’s just a diploma haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I would like to thank &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my God&lt;/span&gt;, who has graciously carried me through. Couldn't have done it, without His might, His strength, and His wisdom which surpasses all human understandings. He has been there for me faithfully yesterday, today and forever. Knowing that He's in control was an ultimate serenity to my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Million thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pillar of my strength, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my parents&lt;/span&gt;. My ‘Personal Adviser’ dad who shares his wisdom and experience when I got blur with things. My ‘Problem Solver’ mum who patiently hears my moaning and helping me disentangle the messy problem. They are my refuge when tsunami, hits my life. Not forgetting, they are my financial consultants and ATM. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;little sister&lt;/span&gt; who builds me up, by challenging me and breaking my heart with a list of my weaknesses. In rare cases, she says, “I’m cute or smart’, just to make me happy for those split seconds. She is my ‘Rescuer” when my hand phone credit runs low. Hehe free top-up. She entertains me with her craziness and being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grandma &lt;/span&gt;who pampers me always, makes me experience the awesomeness being a kid again. Woo hoo!! Still remembered how she forces me to study. Then, my paternal grandma who can predict my problem just by seeing my face, no matter how I hide it which it’s freaky but amazing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;uncles, aunts and cousins&lt;/span&gt; who has provided great insights to my studies and my future career prospect. They have taught me values of life that cannot be learnt between the four walls in class. Thanks for the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dedicated &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lecturers&lt;/span&gt; who has been guiding me to excel well academically and supporting me to pursue my dreams. My &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pastor&lt;/span&gt; who encourages us to put 110 % in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;, for being together throughout my ups and downs. Really grateful that we have the privilege to cross each other path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E26sU88OI/AAAAAAAAARI/QbSPE8mcaKc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E26sU88OI/AAAAAAAAARI/QbSPE8mcaKc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E3EYp1FiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlSoClFP4u4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431683174062429730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E3EYp1FiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlSoClFP4u4/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E26sU88OI/AAAAAAAAARI/QbSPE8mcaKc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-9037737990714974611?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9037737990714974611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/11/dmc-graduation-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9037737990714974611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/9037737990714974611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/11/dmc-graduation-2009.html' title='DMC Graduation 2009'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S2E3EYp1FiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlSoClFP4u4/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-827124831036026216</id><published>2010-01-25T11:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:35:44.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Rubbish Matters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was pondering about one thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't people keep their rubbish, doesn't matter tissue, sweet wrappings or plastic wrappers in their pockets for a time being to search for a dustbin and throw it in. Rather than dumping it into the drain or whatsoever place they find it convenient. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. You might find me naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just think of it, how the city is going to be clean, if there’s only 1 sweeper and 200 dumpers in the particular area. One thing that really annoys me is that when students, what I meant by ‘future degree holders’, effortlessly chuck cigarettes boxes into the drains like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys! I know you people don’t recycle, but at least don’t plunk rubbish everywhere. Don’t wait for others to change, BE THE CHANGE instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-827124831036026216?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/827124831036026216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbish-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/827124831036026216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/827124831036026216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbish-matters.html' title='Rubbish Matters!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3624164870029445987</id><published>2010-01-19T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:01:33.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Having a relationship with God deeper than ever before ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Pass my degree with flying colours.. First Class Honours!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. Treasure my parents, my sister, my grandma, my relatives, my sis and bro in christ and my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Time management..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. Exercise frequently.. Start eating healthy.. no more fried food and junk food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Control my facebook addiction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. Taking things one step and a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Learn new things or skills every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3624164870029445987?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3624164870029445987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3624164870029445987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3624164870029445987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3663177286768322054</id><published>2010-01-08T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:01:28.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>My Escape to Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, it's my first trip to Vietnam. The trip has definitely widened my horizon about the lifestyles and the culture of the Vietnamese people. My desperate feet have finally step on a foreign land. The airport looks remarkably amazing in its modernist architecture. My cousins and I had a little confusion about the currency there; we had a stack of Dongs, Dollars and Ringgits in our wallets. One thing that petrifies me about Vietnam is its traffic. I noticed hundreds and hundreds of motorcycles budging on the road with no specific direction. Taxi drivers kept tooting their hone for non-stop. According to the tour guide, it’s their culture. A thought came to my mind. My legs will definitely freak out even before I accelerate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Besides that, the food in Vietnam was a nightmare to me. I still remembered how I gulped down that horrible mint and the raw ‘tauges’. I can still imagine that green chlorophyll going down my throat. Really felt like a cow chewing on the grass. Reminds me how privileged I am to live in Malaysia, indulging in different kinds of food that has a mixture of spiciness, sweetness, and saltiness. To name a few dishes that is making me insane is my favourite pan-mee, roti canai, and nasi beriani with rendang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cu Chi Tunnel was the place that I was looking forward. The tunnel was a shelter for the locals during the tragic Vietnam War that has killed countless people. It was quite creepy as the tunnel was so small, dark and it definitely stinks, not forgetting it’s terrible air radiation flow. We had to actually squat to make our way through the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unforgettable experience was when Malaysia lost to Vietnam in the SEA Games football match. These patriotic Vietnamese citizens actually roamed the streets with their bikes to celebrate sweet victory over Malaysia. I actually thought it was Vietnam Independence Day. What a great experience to see them waving their flags with such high admiration, respect and love to their country. Unlike we Malaysians, we don't really care about our local football team until King Gopal and his team led us to triumph when they won the finals in SEA Games. Ask around the teens whom they worshipped. Answers were none than other, the glorious MU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we managed to shop till we dropped. The scarfs were so cheap. I’m satisfied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzhfsITmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/73w0xmmF0ag/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425697932865719906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzhfsITmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/73w0xmmF0ag/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzdldAbvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DOHVDUrLpfo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425697865693425394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzdldAbvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DOHVDUrLpfo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzZtiDs6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-Fv2v0DFLRc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425697799142618018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzZtiDs6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-Fv2v0DFLRc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vy-jEHYVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FWcSJmTEapI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425697332476207442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vy-jEHYVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FWcSJmTEapI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3663177286768322054?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3663177286768322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-escape-to-vietnam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3663177286768322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3663177286768322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-escape-to-vietnam.html' title='My Escape to Vietnam'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/S0vzhfsITmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/73w0xmmF0ag/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-6100228591829820780</id><published>2009-10-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:12:53.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Hitting the BIG 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just in a brink, I'm hitting the Big 2. Cant possibly imagine 2 decades of my life has just passed in a flash of lightning. Thinking deeply to my thoughts, I asked myself, Who is that girl I see staring straight at the mirror?" "Had I been the 'Caroline' that I always dreamt of?" or "Am I still the childlike girl trapped in a adult body, doing some soul searching?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dozen of questions of the future flooded my mind and blurs my vision. My little conscience said, "Take one step at a time! For today, celebrate your day being 20." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I afraid of that two-digit? Bring it on, 20!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-6100228591829820780?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6100228591829820780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/hitting-big-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6100228591829820780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/6100228591829820780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/10/hitting-big-2.html' title='Hitting the BIG 2!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-8774846204245410721</id><published>2009-09-28T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:31:19.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was 5 am this morning. I sensed a refreshing smell signaling rain is coming. I heard the frog is croaking in its deep voice. I felt a sudden coldness running through my feet followed by a gentle wind wafted my face. Oddly, I find myself quite awake this wee morning. I was in fact smiling to myself after I remembered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; my little sister has school today. The temperature was just accurate for ‘habitation’. I snugged under my comforter to seek warmth and took a glimpse of my little sis with her grumpy face when her alarm clock rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love the rain.. I sat by the window and observed the dark clouds approaching, blanketing the majestic sun. It starts by drizzling gently and in a moment, it poured down to earth like waterfall as though Heaven has just opened its gates. The raindrops pattered against the floor, creating a harmonious echo. The smell of rain keeps me revitalized. Not forgetting, my faithful hot chocolate, Milo accompanied and kept me warm throughout the cold day. Plus, my favourite book is right in front with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too bad it was just an imagination. I’m right here, in front of the computer working with the blare of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cranky&lt;/span&gt; car alarm deafening my ears due to lightning. Freezing to death with no hot chocolate but lots of work to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rain rain go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come again on saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carol needs to work today..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8774846204245410721?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8774846204245410721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8774846204245410721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8774846204245410721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-627074467595424628</id><published>2009-09-09T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:09:55.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>I Called, You Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379394432426675778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SqdyvCuBjkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u7QwS4MGW64/s400/telephone_telephone_by_lady_bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I Called, You Answered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And You came to my rescue and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wanna be where You are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each time when I'm lost, worried or just unhappy, immediately I dialed God's hotline number.. Too toot, too toot, the dial tone itself trasmit peace and joy that is highly contagious. God never hang up our call like others do when we needed help. He will always be a faithful friend who listen patiently to your grieves and burdens in your heart. Furthermore, he puts ways to solve the problem and guides every step you take. Each time, I called, He answered and came to my rescue. All you have to do is pick up the phone and dial his number. Pray and believe.. and God will certainly make a way.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-627074467595424628?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/627074467595424628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-you-answered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/627074467595424628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/627074467595424628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-you-answered.html' title='I Called, You Answered'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SqdyvCuBjkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u7QwS4MGW64/s72-c/telephone_telephone_by_lady_bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-8319625449811597241</id><published>2009-09-01T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:39:51.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Carol loves..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376415510645108082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Spzda-Tm7XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y_U-SnLqKOg/s400/Carol+loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8319625449811597241?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8319625449811597241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/carol-loves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8319625449811597241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8319625449811597241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/carol-loves.html' title='Carol loves..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Spzda-Tm7XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y_U-SnLqKOg/s72-c/Carol+loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-146158609392964268</id><published>2009-08-28T01:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:01:07.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>What have I been doing lately?</title><content type='html'>One fine day, I sat down on my cozy sofa and a thought came to my mind. I think to my myself, "What have I been doing lately?" The answer was easy, N o t h i n g ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides eating, sleeping, watching tv, facebooking, disturbing my little sis for the whole past week, I can't seem to be thinking of anything spectacular. Well, perhaps it is time to utilise my precious 3 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm extending my TAWG (Time alone with God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Brushing up my cooking skills from Shifu (my dad). Not forgetting, making some mess in the kitchen with flour and cocoa . Dad said, "Cakie was good, I mean not bad for a first-timer". Grateful for having my sister as the assistant chef and the 'glutton' who finishes my cake. ;)&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/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SpbI6iLLPII/AAAAAAAAAP4/ljkj051ERJc/s1600-h/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SpbI6iLLPII/AAAAAAAAAP4/ljkj051ERJc/s200/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374704113244912770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: The above picture is merely an illustration and doesn't represent my cakie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Being doing some spring cleaning for the approaching Christmas. Another way, to make my mum smile when she sees that sparkling floor and the dust-free cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Still searching for that 'spark' and calling for my career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Facebooking, social networking is extremely crucial these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-146158609392964268?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/146158609392964268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-been-doing-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/146158609392964268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/146158609392964268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-been-doing-lately.html' title='What have I been doing lately?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SpbI6iLLPII/AAAAAAAAAP4/ljkj051ERJc/s72-c/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-421448040440850452</id><published>2009-08-21T11:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:40:02.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>S T Y L O Fashion Marquee 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;STYLO was back in action for the year 2009, introducing a new world of fashion featuring talented local designers and designers abroad like Maria Lafuente, Angel Schlesser and Agatha Ruiz de la Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Some capturings of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cZWMUr6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MZy8IXLbwug/s1600-h/s4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372262627279155106" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cZWMUr6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MZy8IXLbwug/s400/s4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cZE3lbmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mM0EHCof_d8/s1600-h/s2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372262622628769378" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cZE3lbmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mM0EHCof_d8/s400/s2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cYicggkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tquAS7jzb0Q/s1600-h/s1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372262613388395074" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cYicggkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tquAS7jzb0Q/s400/s1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Agatha added some colours to the runway with her creative and unusual colour-pallette fashion masterpiece. Could this be the fashion outfit for the future?? Interesting huh.. &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/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dn8ajKDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mrP-krHJyu0/s1600-h/f6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372263977569167410" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dn8ajKDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mrP-krHJyu0/s400/f6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dnTaPpoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZAEotQpUUFo/s1600-h/f4.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dm9pCSYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-riVv8M3SI/s1600-h/f3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372263960718494082" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dm9pCSYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-riVv8M3SI/s400/f3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dmTHaahI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kIaU2G4Dj78/s1600-h/f2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372263949303179794" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dmTHaahI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kIaU2G4Dj78/s400/f2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dl7qJI0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ri1BfSaD8jQ/s1600-h/f1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372263943006397250" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4dl7qJI0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ri1BfSaD8jQ/s400/f1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;Really enjoyed the spectacle of fashion. Literally, you can hear the photographer's camera clicking and flashing all night accompanied by the sound of applause. It has been a great experience being a crew there with a bunch of 'fashion-enthusiasts' friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-421448040440850452?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/421448040440850452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/s-t-y-l-o-fashion-marquee-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/421448040440850452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/421448040440850452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/s-t-y-l-o-fashion-marquee-2009.html' title='S T Y L O Fashion Marquee 2009'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/So4cZWMUr6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MZy8IXLbwug/s72-c/s4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1191957491521233221</id><published>2009-08-18T18:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:12:16.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>I have a BIG God =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In times of difficulties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ever say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"God, I have a BIG problem",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey problem, I have a BIG God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Everything will be allright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1191957491521233221?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1191957491521233221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-big-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1191957491521233221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1191957491521233221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-big-god.html' title='I have a BIG God =)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3032951976174598735</id><published>2009-08-13T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:49:22.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Exam is finally over! Weee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dashed out from the exam hall, my heart leaped for joy, finally it's over! Last exam paper for the final semester.. A flashback feeling of relief when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; was over last two years.. (Gosh, I give hint on my age). We went to our usual hiding place, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neway&lt;/span&gt;. My battery was charged in full mode to sing my hearts out, ultimately to celebrate our 'independence day' for completing exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home about 4 pm, my energy battery was running flat. From far, I pictured my personal exit from reality. I ran towards my favourite spot of the house, my haven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a guess of that spot??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my BED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sight of my light purple, blue and pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bed sheet&lt;/span&gt; tuned down the traffic jam in my mind. I crawled to my bed, grabbed my bolster and grinned to myself and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;murmured&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I simply just love to sleep". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3032951976174598735?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3032951976174598735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-is-finally-over-weee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3032951976174598735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3032951976174598735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-is-finally-over-weee.html' title='Exam is finally over! Weee...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7609251060818435906</id><published>2009-08-05T13:53:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:04:36.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is like a book. With different chapters, exhilarating climax and perhaps a fairy-tale ending or just an emotional one. As one chapter concludes, the other chapter awaits for an adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I gazed back to the day when I first step into college, innocent one carrying books to the classroom. How time flies. Is as though I have just enrolled yesterday, while I'm right now in my final semester. At times, I wondered who is that girl on the mirror staring straight at me? Life in KL definitely open the window of my eyes and time and experience has widened my perception on life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times we struggled through midnight to complete our assignments. There stood the faithful cup of coffee accompanying us till dawn. How we survived with our panda eyes for not sleeping 4 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remembered how we celebrated our victory for battling with our projects. We screamed our hearts out into the microphone in Neway. Badminton court has being our place to sweat our stress out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remembered how we shopped till we drop during our Langkawi trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remembered how we supported and cheered for each other during presentation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remembered how we dried each other tears during our darkest nightmares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remembered the sound of laughter and the smile on your faces for the lame jokes we made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFqQy0qwXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jS5YAg0DQg8/s1600-h/lqngkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368689067555471730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFqQy0qwXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jS5YAg0DQg8/s400/lqngkawi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368689059567427394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFqQVEK30I/AAAAAAAAAN4/F_bOVllE8_4/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368688259406362866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFphwO5-PI/AAAAAAAAANw/wTSIWjvHTfw/s400/n735029185_2142560_159319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFphRjHptI/AAAAAAAAANo/_H1OKZaDfss/s1600-h/intiball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368688251169646290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFphRjHptI/AAAAAAAAANo/_H1OKZaDfss/s400/intiball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As we go on, we remember,&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together,&lt;br /&gt;As our lives change,&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever,&lt;br /&gt;We will still be,&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7609251060818435906?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7609251060818435906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7609251060818435906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7609251060818435906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down memory lane'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SoFqQy0qwXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jS5YAg0DQg8/s72-c/lqngkawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1052221182124338228</id><published>2009-08-05T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:53:44.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>R A N D O M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZ3dVdHhI/AAAAAAAAANY/j6Q6LBPnVL0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZ3dVdHhI/AAAAAAAAANY/j6Q6LBPnVL0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366348871546773010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZWj33NkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ppPe_xA9-zk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZWj33NkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ppPe_xA9-zk/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366348306366019138" 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/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZWfovSWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7SRghvUlqEo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZWfovSWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7SRghvUlqEo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366348305228843362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZWMF_LYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zzJy_8DjI_g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZV0uv9QI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dQlANz_KXDU/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366348293711328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8886622623672808914-1052221182124338228?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1052221182124338228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/r-n-d-o-m-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1052221182124338228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1052221182124338228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/r-n-d-o-m-photography.html' title='R A N D O M'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnkZ3dVdHhI/AAAAAAAAANY/j6Q6LBPnVL0/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3953246584946876582</id><published>2009-08-03T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:49:01.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>CIMB Malaysian Open Squash 2009 at The Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnZ5B6Nu-_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/StxMIwHZ4ts/s1600-h/nicol_david_squash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnZ5B6Nu-_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/StxMIwHZ4ts/s320/nicol_david_squash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365609079772216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;News buzzing around across the nation about the victory of our very own Nicol David, world No. 1 squash player.   I'm glad I finally get to witness her awesomeness when I tagged along with my cousin to the Curve last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously watching live on television and watching live as an audience isn't the same at all. You can hear the crowd cheering each time Nicol scored her point. You can feel the adrenaline rush in your body. You can hear your heart pumping to the beat of the drum. Totally amazing, especially when the world champion is your fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicol was an outstanding player, her energy, her enthusiasm and her passion for her dream was visible as you watched her competing with Walters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed despite the colour of our skin, our background, our race and religion, the entire spectators from level 2 to the ground floor are cheering for one, Malaysia. I had goosebumps and chills during those special moments, as I stood there,  gazing at Malaysians beaming with pride and cheering for our player when Nicol reigns as the Champ in the Malaysian Open Squash. That split minutes have unite our cultural differences together and bind our hearts as 1Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Regretted for not taking along my camera.. Would have taken a picture with Nicol..&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/8886622623672808914-3953246584946876582?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3953246584946876582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/cimb-malaysian-open-squash-2009-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3953246584946876582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3953246584946876582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/cimb-malaysian-open-squash-2009-at.html' title='CIMB Malaysian Open Squash 2009 at The Curve'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnZ5B6Nu-_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/StxMIwHZ4ts/s72-c/nicol_david_squash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3065768350899892651</id><published>2009-07-31T14:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:46:59.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Just Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;And the master so gently said, “Child, you must wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait?” you say, "Wait!" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My future and all to which I can relate&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a "yes", a go ahead sign&lt;br /&gt;Or even a "no", to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Lord, you promised that if we believe&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."&lt;br /&gt;So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel and his eyes wept with mine,&lt;br /&gt;And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heaves, and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want...but you wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of my spirit descends like a dove;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know that I give and save...for a start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow of my comfort late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight,&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked&lt;br /&gt;Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would&lt;br /&gt;come true, but oh, the LOSS!&lt;br /&gt;If I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS&lt;br /&gt;IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft may my answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnKU2XcpQEI/AAAAAAAAALg/WxSe6vSlNIQ/s1600-h/Wait_____by_xityndudon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnKU2XcpQEI/AAAAAAAAALg/WxSe6vSlNIQ/s400/Wait_____by_xityndudon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364513767879688258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8886622623672808914-3065768350899892651?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3065768350899892651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3065768350899892651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3065768350899892651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-wait.html' title='Just Wait'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnKU2XcpQEI/AAAAAAAAALg/WxSe6vSlNIQ/s72-c/Wait_____by_xityndudon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-8089721785760770298</id><published>2009-07-30T17:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:58:09.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Every job plays a role in shaping the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very often, communication and public relations are being viewed by the society in a negative perception, a career that does not have a bright future or not earning well compared to professional jobs like doctors, engineers, accountants, lawyers. The media plays a significant role in changing perception, conveying message to the public and as trasmitting social values powerfully to educate the people. The movies you watch, the music you have been listening too through the radio, the magazines and newspapers you been reading are all media. Communication is about transforming a half-bitten apple into a world icon, turning and eccentric idea to a business success and the list goes on.  We are being influence by the media daily without even knowing it. Without communication, life would be liveless. As a communication student, I'm proud to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnFqTNWgJcI/AAAAAAAAALI/r1T9V_LGLjQ/s1600-h/People_around_the_World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnFqTNWgJcI/AAAAAAAAALI/r1T9V_LGLjQ/s320/People_around_the_World.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364185509409072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every occupation plays an important role in shaping the world.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs doctors to cure the sick.&lt;br /&gt;The world need leaders who cares about the people, justice and human rights.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs marketers and advertisers to satisfy the needs and wants of the consumers.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs engineers to build the home we live in and the road we travel on.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs media practitioners to convey a persuasive message or communication.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs journalists to inform the news and educate the society.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs lawyers to uphold justice and human rights.&lt;br /&gt;Even a rubbish collector and a sweeper is important to keep the city clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is important to know that our career path is driven not only for the high salary but driven by passion and service to the nation. We need to start learning to respect and appreciate the jobs of people from different walks of life. Every occupation no matter is big or small, plays a role in the society. We just need to realise there's a purpose behind every occupation we are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-8089721785760770298?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8089721785760770298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-job-plays-role-in-shaping-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8089721785760770298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/8089721785760770298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-job-plays-role-in-shaping-world.html' title='Every job plays a role in shaping the world'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SnFqTNWgJcI/AAAAAAAAALI/r1T9V_LGLjQ/s72-c/People_around_the_World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5855838162519612262</id><published>2009-07-28T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:55:29.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><title type='text'>Youth Says Malaysia The Brands We Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out! Just wanna share some information to those who are squeezing their brains out to analyse the consumer behaviour of the Generation Y.. I find it quite interesting though, the analysis done by Youthsays. Hope the information is beneficial for your projects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this SlideShare Presentation: &lt;div style="width: 425px; text-align: left;" id="__ss_1043078"&gt;&lt;a style="margin: 12px 0pt 3px; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/youthsays/youth-says-malaysia-the-brands-we-use-1043078" title="Youth Says Malaysia The Brands We Use"&gt;Youth Says Malaysia The Brands We Use&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin: 0px;" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=youthsaysmalaysiathebrandsweuse-1234977432138402-1&amp;amp;stripped_title=youth-says-malaysia-the-brands-we-use-1043078"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=youthsaysmalaysiathebrandsweuse-1234977432138402-1&amp;amp;stripped_title=youth-says-malaysia-the-brands-we-use-1043078" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,arial; height: 26px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;documents&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/youthsays"&gt;youthsays&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8886622623672808914-5855838162519612262?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5855838162519612262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-says-malaysia-brands-we-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5855838162519612262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5855838162519612262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-says-malaysia-brands-we-use.html' title='Youth Says Malaysia The Brands We Use'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-311765999839737298</id><published>2009-07-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:33:09.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Langkawi Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pictures, more pictures in Langkawi.. An amazing place to go wild, spending quality time with your circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-PKHAq7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/qULPsB45WZU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955630238182322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-PKHAq7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/qULPsB45WZU/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-O0ZankI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9jj8zG4LJ5k/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955624409800258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-O0ZankI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9jj8zG4LJ5k/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random. The passerby must be thinking what this group of girls trying to do in the middle of the road. It left me breathless as we have been jumping for over 7 times to make sure it's perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-O1ia0jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RvfFhoRcQqc/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955624715997746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-O1ia0jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RvfFhoRcQqc/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Island hopping was my favourite activity throughout the 3 days in Langkawi. The wind was so strong that you certainly don't need a hair dryer to dry your hair. Thank God, my friend DSLR didnt slipped through her fingers and went straight down to the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-OiVqokI/AAAAAAAAAKI/65E3RcRf530/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955619562234434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-OiVqokI/AAAAAAAAAKI/65E3RcRf530/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you can certainly hear a group of lunatic girls screaming their hearts out and giggling with joy in the middle of the ocean.. Tasik Dayang Bunting was a fascinating place for a holiday. The sight of green mother nature cannot be described with words until your very own eyes has actually viewed it. The sound of the waves hitting the rocky stones and the beat of the trees dancing to it's rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-Fg925DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3KvLlDAtCH4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955464575116338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-Fg925DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3KvLlDAtCH4/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-FecT4TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qf5NCg3QysE/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955463897538866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-FecT4TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qf5NCg3QysE/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The monkeys over here are pretty cute.. hee hee.. One that really captures my heart is the little one with super huge eyes hugging it's mummy. Reminds me of my mum.. Awww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-FLUztWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WUGULxI2abk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955458765796706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-FLUztWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WUGULxI2abk/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lake was quite scary at first, especially it's dark green color. I was quite relunctant to jump in without the life jacket even though I am a swimmer... I admit, I'm a scardy cat.. but prevention is better than cure.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-EqHfY3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mfBKDcPmo38/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955449851569010" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-EqHfY3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mfBKDcPmo38/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-EWr1rtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6_sSUjV07is/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955444635315922" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-EWr1rtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6_sSUjV07is/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next destination would be Kota Kinabalu. I will be waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-311765999839737298?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/311765999839737298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/langkawi-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/311765999839737298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/311765999839737298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/langkawi-day-2.html' title='Langkawi Day 2'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sml-PKHAq7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/qULPsB45WZU/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-947191935641103712</id><published>2009-07-25T18:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:00:13.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Where is the Love? Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life in semester 6 was crazy.. rushing assignments deadlines back to back, burning midnight oil, planning and organising 'Where is the Love' exhibition. Coming out with the concept was a disaster. Brainstorm, mind-map, sketch, research.. Like what my lecturer told us, "when you are in advertising, your project becomes your baby." Her prediction was right. I literally eat eith Adidas and there were times I even dreamt about it or having nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing your team for a big event is ain't easy. I apologised for being an 'auntie' that keeps reminding the task you are assigned and being too demanding. I guessed the word Perfectionist describe me best..lol. Above all, I had a lot of fun that day. Getting praises from other faculty lecturers and seeing their smiles on their face was an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I felt great. A sense of accomplishment. Imagine all the hardwork and effort you put in, and what you got was a masterpiece! Thanks guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snapshots of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlaiyBy-fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iHCkce4z49A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361916384952646130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlaiyBy-fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iHCkce4z49A/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Credits goes to Calvin for his design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlbuV0UoiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bq3qzZMMbwI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361917683049996834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlbuV0UoiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bq3qzZMMbwI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at the crowd.. heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlafwLI_SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j9ucpPtGDlM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361916332915359010" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlafwLI_SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j9ucpPtGDlM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas and Paralympics - Designed for the Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlZ8sWPFvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sl6t4oBlIX4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361915730592732914" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlZ8sWPFvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sl6t4oBlIX4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School of Liberal Arts and Languages, Ms Vijaya with Yen and Pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlamJEL48I/AAAAAAAAAJA/gm9zL7_bxJo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361916442676290498" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlamJEL48I/AAAAAAAAAJA/gm9zL7_bxJo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our event been published in voize website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlcqDm25bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9HkCQB4tiNs/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361918708953834930" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlcqDm25bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9HkCQB4tiNs/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;say cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-947191935641103712?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/947191935641103712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-love-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/947191935641103712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/947191935641103712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-love-campaign.html' title='Where is the Love? Campaign'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmlaiyBy-fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iHCkce4z49A/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-1313641384677931200</id><published>2009-07-23T17:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:55:04.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Smile, though your Heart is Aching..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smile, though your Heart is aching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Smgyw_HftWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sFbw1xScMxc/s1600-h/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Smgyw_HftWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sFbw1xScMxc/s320/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361591173542557026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Smiling Makes Us Attractive&lt;/h3&gt;Smile is THE Attraction Factor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Smiling Changes Our Mood&lt;/h3&gt;Girls, you don't need to stuff those fattening chocolate down your throat when your feeling down.. Try smiling, is fat-free.  Smiling can trick your body into helping you change your mood. Pretty amazing huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;3. Smiling Is Contagious&lt;/h3&gt;Smiling spreads the joy virus all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4. Smiling Relieves Stress&lt;/h3&gt;The day when everything went wrong, tonnes of problem waiting to be in your solving lists, assignments due tomorrow and exam is 2 weeks away. Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed. When you are stressed out, take time to put on a BIG smile. A smile a day, keep stress away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Smiling Boosts Your Immune System&lt;/h3&gt;Smiling helps the immune system to work better. It prevents flu and colds. Especially the H1N1 epidemic is on, smile is your best vitamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;6. Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure&lt;/h3&gt;When you smile, there is a measurable reduction in your blood pressure. Give it a try if you have a blood pressure monitor at home. Sit for a few minutes, take a reading. Then smile for a minute and take another reading while still smiling. Do you notice a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin&lt;/h3&gt;Studies have shown that smiling releases endorphins, natural pain killers, and serotonin. Together these three make us feel good. Smiling is a natural drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;8. Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger&lt;/h3&gt;The muscles we use to smile lift the face, making a person appear younger. You can forget about getting a face lift, botox and yada yada.. Just try smiling your way through the day -- you'll look 10 years younger and feel better. (I'm eXXagerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lsItm"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;9. Smiling Makes You Seem Successful&lt;/h3&gt;Smiling people appear more confident, are more likely to be promoted, and more likely to be approached. Put on a smile at meetings and appointments and people will react to you differently. You can't be going for an interview with your plum face.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10. Smiling Helps You Stay Positive&lt;/h3&gt;Try this test: Smile. Now try to think of something negative without losing the smile. It's hard. When we smile our body is sending the rest of us a message that "Life is Great, man!" Say goodbye to depression, stress and worry by smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Smg26PjZP9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6iQ4AvHaKw8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Smg26PjZP9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6iQ4AvHaKw8/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361595730619875282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-1313641384677931200?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1313641384677931200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1313641384677931200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/1313641384677931200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching.html' title='Smile, though your Heart is Aching..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Smgyw_HftWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sFbw1xScMxc/s72-c/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7501491946899873240</id><published>2009-07-06T18:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:00:34.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Farewell MJ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 505px;" alt="" src="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm saddened by the death of Michael Jackson.. The man that brought music to life. Leaving a legacy behind with his inimitable moonwalk, mind-blowing dance moves, his brilliant musical arrangement and furthermore his passion in making a difference in the world of music and reality. His MTV is simply unique as it has a hidden meaning beneath it and expresses the story accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ put full use of his talent in inspiring the young generation and the world about humanitarianism. I still remembered his songs ‘We are the World’, ‘Black or White’ and ‘Heal the World’ conveying the message of unity and love. Not forgetting, his heart of gold and compassion to the less fortunate and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ’s death reveals that we take things for granted when our loved ones are here with us. And when they are gone, regret haunts us for not appreciating and cherishing them with our love and care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His contribution to humanity and music will never be forgotten throughout the years, but will be memorised in the hearts of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell MJ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-7501491946899873240?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7501491946899873240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7501491946899873240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/7501491946899873240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-mj.html' title='Farewell MJ..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-5510388553945906745</id><published>2009-05-24T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:52:26.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Someone watching over me...</title><content type='html'>Found myself today&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found myself and ran away&lt;br /&gt;Something pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;The voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're not here to say&lt;br /&gt;What you always used to say&lt;br /&gt;But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Someone's&lt;/span&gt; watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen that ray of light&lt;br /&gt;And it's shining on my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Shining all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I wont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;br /&gt;All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;And right now I belong&lt;br /&gt;To this moment to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;br /&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow this beautiful song by Hillary Duff captured my heart the very first time I heard it. Somehow it reminded me of my relationship with my Heavenly Father above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who has never gave up on me when I had disappointed HIM at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One who stands by your side when the world seems to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;One who was my strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;One who saw the best it was in me&lt;br /&gt;One who brought exceeding joy and faith to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, one who has always loved me from the day He had knitted me to my mum’s wombs till the day my hair turns grey too. Plus, His Heart is huge and has many rooms to love everyone including you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By faith, I knew that someone is watching over me with his loving eyes and tender heart. In times when there were storms in my life, just a word of prayer, I saw a rainbow ahead and I knew he heard my little prayer; He lifted down his hand and carried me above the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt peace and complete serenity. And I knew there’s God watching over me..&lt;br /&gt;That I will stand strong and firm with His word as my ground. Unshaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-5510388553945906745?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5510388553945906745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-watching-over-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5510388553945906745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/5510388553945906745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-watching-over-me.html' title='Someone watching over me...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3798416967036989092</id><published>2009-04-30T18:16:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:51:58.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>The Day with the Jewel of Kedah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been waiting desperately for that thing.. to relieve myself from dreadful reality.. i need a BREAK.. That's the onl&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmfzYi-JwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QLaYGAA6iN8/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y reason why I'm right here in Langkawi, The Jewel of Kedah not forgetting with a bunch of holiday maniac and Little Ms Shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Arrived at the House of 9 at 9.30 am where 12 holiday freaks gathered. We being fetched by three (Fast and Furious) cars to the LCCT Airport due to late arrival. Hahaha overslept I supposed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the plane also have to camwhore.. with the beautifully-crafted white plane with a splash of flaming, hot red. Up on the plane.. well, was nervous at first due to my very first experience travelling on the sky. Some friends were busy flashing with their cameras, some reading those boring magazines with a clutter of advertisements, some were fast asleep and some where complaining that the air stewardess doesn't look pretty or gorgeous. They criticise them from head to toe. Well, being judgemental are some friends prior strength... lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfma-c9aaOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BV_dF_A6rSE/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330462031686035682" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfma-c9aaOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BV_dF_A6rSE/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfmch0mBmmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eA0PDTZ_k0U/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330463738837441122" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfmch0mBmmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eA0PDTZ_k0U/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As for me, deep in my thoughts, I was just overwhelmed with the creator of the airplane, gosh can't remember his name.. Wrights something.. How awesome it is to create something so big, accomodating a number of people which can stay put on the sky despite the magnetic, sticky gravity. Gravity a vaccuum suction that sucks you down on the ground.. Suddenly, a mutiple of physics theory just bang my head, and I started counting figures and rationalise the entire concept of the theory.. I shut my brain cells and immediately fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmdNFpukSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eq_ChnQK678/s1600-h/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330464482150748450" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmdNFpukSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eq_ChnQK678/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cotton candy clouds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached Langkawi airport. Three rented cars with engines on were waiting impatiently for us to ride on. We dashed to the car and into the Sugary Sands .. It's a resort ! It's a hotel! It's a MOTEL.. One must not judge by its cover is proven. The motel looks ancient but the room was not so bad after all. Dump my bag, jump on my bed.. YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping, we REIGN.. from chocolates to beer, from beer to liquor, from liquor to perfume.. Plenty of alcohol consumption.. through drinking and spraying.. Trust me, you havent seen how our divas did their shopping spree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmgvLYVP_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tnqnLlz7wno/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330468366338834418" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmgvLYVP_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/tnqnLlz7wno/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colourful and cute little bottles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 pm, we make our feets wet. The yellow sandy beach and the not-so-cystal blue water... I was too exhausted to join my friends modelling and swimming by the beach.. Just took a stroll by the beach with my faithful camera. The scenery of the island was breathless.. The way blue being mixed with green was beautiful, representing land, sky and sea. I took lots of photos btw.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmlqrUbl1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ItgEXjaqwSs/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330473786571200338" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmlqrUbl1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ItgEXjaqwSs/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personalise my name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmkScIqofI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3KTu12kUlAE/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330472270666834418" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmkScIqofI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3KTu12kUlAE/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmhX_8BsDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xN5Te_UBSRA/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469067641958450" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmhX_8BsDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xN5Te_UBSRA/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jump Shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmgHKVN8BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1fyK4OQ_utY/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330467678862569490" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SfmgHKVN8BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1fyK4OQ_utY/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seashells - Musica of the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfmh3gE3dkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MzqTucMUKkc/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469608844916290" style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfmh3gE3dkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MzqTucMUKkc/s400/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Breathtaking sunset scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The night was still young.. We walked around the town and bought souvenirs. Managed to drop by at another beach by the resort.. It symbolises REdang.. Not fair!! The sands is so much finer than ours. Can't really see the water because it was dark.. No comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was party time... We played true or dare.. Everyone dark secrets and mysteries were finally revealed.. sorry, I'm not sharing.. lol. The ones being forfeited has to gulp down a cup of Johnie Walker Black Label with Sprite. As for me, I just savoured my Vodka with 5% alcohol... for punishment I took a mouthful of the cup.. Apologies for my not-so-good drinking skills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3798416967036989092?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3798416967036989092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-with-jewel-of-kedah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3798416967036989092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3798416967036989092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-with-jewel-of-kedah.html' title='The Day with the Jewel of Kedah'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sfma-c9aaOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BV_dF_A6rSE/s72-c/IMG_0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-3424441755318452003</id><published>2009-04-04T18:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:51:40.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Life as a Student..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was overjoyed after internship is over. For once, I can have my life back after the 3-months of sleepless nights and tremendous hard work. No TV, no SLEEP.. the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my luck wasn't that good perhaps. I though that life would have been better , as I enrolled to my new semester. I flipped open my white, A4 size timetable with excitement and what I saw was total disaster.. I had four dreaded days of 8am class.. Moans and shrieks was heard echoing across the corridor, for me I was still in shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, my lecturer requested me to present my internship experience to my fellow juniors. Well, I love threatening and warning juniors before the industry shock them to bits. Responsible senior I would say.. Immediately , I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was a grand event with a gargantuan of formal procedures. Talks were given by renowned career enthusiasts from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deloitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, British America Tobacco, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and others about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recession&lt;/span&gt; that has been haunting Malaysians with jobs and without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, being positioned in the middle number to present. I wish I could just go up to the stage, speak my mind out and finished it before my heart just jumps out from my chest. My fellow presenters before me are super eloquent speakers. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so fast and fluent that can even put the machine gun to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the most scariest part was waiting in line for your turn. Wondering why, I'm afraid of the square, still stage..I am a pure drama queen, and have participated state level drama competitions for 2 years yet I chickened out on stage.. As I was half way visualising myself on the stage, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to the audience.. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my turn," I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;murmured&lt;/span&gt; softly in my heart.. That's the moment where all the inspirational songs of worships flow continuously from my very lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of standing on a big stage, with 500 eyes staring at you and a panel of judges with their seriousness on their face judging you was simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I tried my very best to communicate to the audience and makes sure that they stay awake, stay alert by blending in some dry humour. Guess that I'm just too passionate about my job as an intern and continue talking non stop. I finished my last word on stage. Dashed down. The satisfaction gained was unexplainable. I did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sdc4tsdlypI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SMFd__f6giU/s1600-h/internship+presentation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320783842442070674" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="Presenters posing with the managers from organisation and college" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sdc4tsdlypI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SMFd__f6giU/s400/internship+presentation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-3424441755318452003?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3424441755318452003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-being-intern-internship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3424441755318452003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/3424441755318452003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-being-intern-internship.html' title='Life as a Student..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/Sdc4tsdlypI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SMFd__f6giU/s72-c/internship+presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2098453990937824525</id><published>2009-01-09T13:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:51:07.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stylo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Versace - STYLO KL Fashion Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Italian label Versace graced the pre-opening night with a bang featuring its Spring/Summer 2008 Collection. It was really a wonderful experience and crazy adventure. Guess whose being part of the event management team handling media and public relations, it's me.. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has finally arrived. Models from various countries including our very own Malaysian models Tengku Azura and Amber Chia dashed into the dressing room having their hair and make up done. What I noticed is that tension is rising, as the minute is approaching . You see dressers' hands trembling in fear, models running chaoticly with their killer heels and supervisors screaming here and there. For me, I was nervous at first, but eventually it just vanished. My mind was just too saturated figuring out how to uncomplicate the complicated gowns and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289169981126566738" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWboExm1Y1I/AAAAAAAAABw/2Rf-EXQZ_8M/s400/IMG_6324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbob2_Sq6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VEWFiio6d7o/s1600-h/IMG_6350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289170377708317602" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbob2_Sq6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VEWFiio6d7o/s400/IMG_6350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbo8BALPPI/AAAAAAAAACA/0L3EPuHOhos/s1600-h/IMG_6455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289170930152193266" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbo8BALPPI/AAAAAAAAACA/0L3EPuHOhos/s400/IMG_6455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken with my friends and models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbnPUUEh8I/AAAAAAAAABo/w33y3P6SGrM/s1600-h/IMG_6447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289169062730172354" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbnPUUEh8I/AAAAAAAAABo/w33y3P6SGrM/s400/IMG_6447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gorgeous gowns that I just cant take my eyes off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2098453990937824525?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2098453990937824525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/italian-label-versace-graced-pre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2098453990937824525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2098453990937824525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/italian-label-versace-graced-pre.html' title='Versace - STYLO KL Fashion Festival'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWboExm1Y1I/AAAAAAAAABw/2Rf-EXQZ_8M/s72-c/IMG_6324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-2573787099314415685</id><published>2009-01-09T12:53:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:50:24.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stylo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>STYLO KL Fashion Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fashion freaks? Trendsetters? Celebrities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was so excited and freaked out i would say, able to be part of STYLO. It's like I never had a dream come true. This amazing and most celebrated fashion festival was held in style at the heart of Kuala Lumpur in one of the most prestigious shopping destination, Pavilion. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbhnuU-5rI/AAAAAAAAABg/32A3Zm64V60/s1600-h/IMG_6324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbdp3KHYaI/AAAAAAAAABY/yUEG4gMuXk0/s1600-h/450px-Pavilion_KL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158523643978146" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbdp3KHYaI/AAAAAAAAABY/yUEG4gMuXk0/s400/450px-Pavilion_KL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quick facts from Stylo's webpage :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The STYLO FASHION CUBE will be a 3,500 sq. ft., state-of-the-art fashion arena providing the perfect venue for the SKLFF fashion galas, each with their own unique fashion themes and moods. A 20-metre runway dominates the centre stage surrounded by tiered seating up to a maximum of 400 guests. A sensurround sound system, created for a special event in , featuring a technologically advanced multimedia projection capabilities will be outfitted to create a 3-dimensional theatrical experience with sounds, sights and touch for the ultimate experience in fashion-entertainment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-2573787099314415685?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2573787099314415685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/stylo-kl-fashion-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2573787099314415685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/2573787099314415685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/stylo-kl-fashion-festival.html' title='STYLO KL Fashion Festival'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SWbdp3KHYaI/AAAAAAAAABY/yUEG4gMuXk0/s72-c/450px-Pavilion_KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-544193628473463810</id><published>2009-01-08T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:49:58.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodbye 2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally starting a blog of my own after much persuasion by my friends. It's also part of THE LIST of my New Year Resolutions. What a relief! Able to express your thoughts mingling in your crowded mind plus saturated with issues like assignments, projects, sleeping and shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Got tonnes of things to talk actually but time is killing me.. as it never turns back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8886622623672808914-544193628473463810?l=c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/544193628473463810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-welcome-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/544193628473463810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8886622623672808914/posts/default/544193628473463810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-a-r-o-l-i-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-welcome-2009.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B019Sy72woI/TdnksvYarvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RY8ZjUV0a-8/s220/25816_1362316091571_1041631181_1067388_5883439_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
