<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630</id><updated>2009-10-13T18:42:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>therese</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7980335704242851369</id><published>2009-03-25T11:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:57:37.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Sign for a Much-Needed Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated in the cinema and trying to reach for seatbelts to &lt;strong&gt;buckle-up&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/10600630-7980335704242851369?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7980335704242851369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7980335704242851369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7980335704242851369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7980335704242851369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-for-much-needed-vacation.html' title='The Sign for a Much-Needed Vacation'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-2066817215650824711</id><published>2009-01-19T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:35:06.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>我們就這樣吧</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;#36889;&amp;#19968;&amp;#20999;&amp;#24050;&amp;#32147;&amp;#32080;&amp;#26463;&amp;#20102;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#30495;&amp;#30340;&amp;#20540;&amp;#24471;&amp;#21966;&amp;#65311;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#22266;&amp;#22519;&amp;#26159;&amp;#25105;&amp;#20497;&amp;#26368;&amp;#22823;&amp;#30340;&amp;#25973;&amp;#20154;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#25105;&amp;#20497;&amp;#24444;&amp;#27492;&amp;#37117;&amp;#19981;&amp;#24819;&amp;#35469;&amp;#36664;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#31639;&amp;#20102;&amp;#21543;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#25105;&amp;#20063;&amp;#19981;&amp;#22312;&amp;#20046;&amp;#20102;&amp;#12290;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-2066817215650824711?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/2066817215650824711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=2066817215650824711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2066817215650824711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2066817215650824711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='&amp;#25105;&amp;#20497;&amp;#23601;&amp;#36889;&amp;#27171;&amp;#21543;'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-5295439074326071012</id><published>2009-01-06T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:22:12.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a nice piece of information on the how-to of Customer Service taken from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sbinfocanada.about.com/od/customerservice/a/custservrules.htm"&gt;Customer Service - 8 Rules For Good Customer Service&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Customer Service Made Simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good customer service is the lifeblood of any business. You can offer promotions and slash prices to bring in as many new customers as you want, but unless you can get some of those customers to come back, your business won’t be profitable for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good customer service is all about bringing customers back. And about sending them away happy – happy enough to pass positive feedback about your business along to others, who may then try the product or service you offer for themselves and in their turn become repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a good salesperson, you can sell anything to anyone once. But it will be your approach to customer service that determines whether or not you’ll ever be able to sell that person anything else. The essence of good customer service is forming a relationship with customers – a relationship that that individual customer feels that he would like to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you go about forming such a relationship? By remembering the one true secret of good customer service and acting accordingly; “You will be judged by what you do, not what you say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this verges on the kind of statement that’s often seen on a sampler, but providing good customer service IS a simple thing. If you truly want to have good customer service, all you have to do is ensure that your business consistently does these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Answer your phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get call forwarding. Or an answering service. Hire staff if you need to. But make sure that someone is picking up the phone when someone calls your business. (Notice I say “someone”. People who call want to talk to a live person, not a “fake recorded robot”.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Don’t make promises unless you WILL keep them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not plan to keep them. Will keep them. Reliability is one of the keys to any good relationship, and good customer service is no exception. If you say, “Your new bedroom furniture will be delivered on Tuesday”, make sure it is delivered on Tuesday. Otherwise, don’t say it. The same rule applies to client appointments, deadlines, etc.. Think before you give any promise – because nothing annoys customers more than a broken one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Listen to your customers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more exasperating than telling someone what you want or what your problem is and then discovering that that person hasn’t been paying attention and needs to have it explained again? From a customer’s point of view, I doubt it. Can the sales pitches and the product babble. Let your customer talk and show him that you are listening by making the appropriate responses, such as suggesting how to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Deal with complaints.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes hearing complaints, and many of us have developed a reflex shrug, saying, “You can’t please all the people all the time”. Maybe not, but if you give the complaint your attention, you may be able to please this one person this one time - and position your business to reap the benefits of good customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Be helpful - even if there’s no immediate profit in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I popped into a local watch shop because I had lost the small piece that clips the pieces of my watch band together. When I explained the problem, the proprietor said that he thought he might have one lying around. He found it, attached it to my watch band – and charged me nothing! Where do you think I’ll go when I need a new watch band or even a new watch? And how many people do you think I’ve told this story to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Train your staff (if you have any) to be ALWAYS helpful, courteous, and knowledgeable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it yourself or hire someone to train them. Talk to them about good customer service and what it is (and isn’t) regularly. Most importantly, give every member of your staff enough information and power to make those small customer-pleasing decisions, so he never has to say, “I don’t know, but so-and-so will be back at...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Take the extra step.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if someone walks into your store and asks you to help them find something, don’t just say, “It’s in Aisle 3.” Lead the customer to the item. Better yet, wait and see if he has questions about it, or further needs. Whatever the extra step may be, if you want to provide good customer service, take it. They may not say so to you, but people notice when people make an extra effort and will tell other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Throw in something extra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s a coupon for a future discount, additional information on how to use the product, or a genuine smile, people love to get more than they thought they were getting. And don’t think that a gesture has to be large to be effective. The local art framer that we use attaches a package of picture hangers to every picture he frames. A small thing, but so appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you apply these eight simple rules consistently, your business will become known for its good customer service. And the best part? The irony of good customer service is that over time it will bring in more new customers than promotions and price slashing ever did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-5295439074326071012?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/5295439074326071012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=5295439074326071012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/5295439074326071012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/5295439074326071012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/01/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-9164432879920916818</id><published>2009-01-02T17:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:02:45.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Just Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people just never change!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the line, they are still so cooped up in their own little world and think they are on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rude arrogant people irks me.&lt;/strong&gt;  Blah&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-9164432879920916818?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/9164432879920916818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=9164432879920916818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/9164432879920916818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/9164432879920916818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-rants.html' title='Just Rants'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-3004103637411819484</id><published>2008-12-30T23:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:27:25.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is almost too spooky to write. It happened a while ago. While watching the horror, thriller flick -- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Lies_Beneath"&gt;What Lies Beneath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on TV, my mobile phone rang. The time was approximately half an hour to midnight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Who could possibly be calling me at this hour?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming calls in the wee hours are never desirable. They usually mean:- 1) Bad News and 2) Wrong Number. The caller ID showed an unknown landline number. I answered the call, and expected it simply to be a case of that someone had dialed the wrong number. But, it turned out to be from the office instead -- the security guard. He sounded quite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kan chiong&lt;/span&gt; and explained that the reason for calling was that from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CCTV"&gt;CCTV&lt;/a&gt;, he saw someone was asleep on one of the desks in my department floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=10600630&amp;amp;postID=3004103637411819484"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "No way! There's no way anyone could still be inside, let alone at this hour. Moreover, the main door has been locked.", I said to him. He said he could not make out who this person was as this person was facing backwards. I asked him if there were any vehicles belonging to the staff parked around the office are. He replied none. Then, I asked him to try intercom to see if anyone would pick up the telephone. But he dropped hints that he was not up for it. Well, okay.. he was pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kan chiong lah&lt;/span&gt;, can't totally blame him for freaking out. But then, he's the Security Guard&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; And to think that we've put our trust, our lives in their hands all these times?! Sigh&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I made the call instead. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZsf1U45J80/SV3bD5p2V9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/5eZ__b49aMs/s200/xfingers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No one picked up! *whew* Then, I called the security guard to let him know that no one picked up the telephone and urged him to try the intercom again. I also told him that there may be a possibility the CCTV had gone bonkers, perhaps showing still images of frames recorded earlier during the day. Thereafter, I called my Boss. He was taken aback by the whole thing as well. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Who could possibly be doing graveyard shift?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I told him of the possibility that the CCTV might have gone bonkers, showing only still images. But he said that's impossible. He said he will get someone to go over to have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 minutes later, he called back. No more fuss. The CCTV was indeed showing still images. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/031.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/031.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Imagine if all these were to happen in the 7th month in the lunar calendar. Hiaks&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=10600630&amp;amp;postID=3004103637411819484"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/10600630-3004103637411819484?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/3004103637411819484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=3004103637411819484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3004103637411819484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3004103637411819484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZsf1U45J80/SV3bD5p2V9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/5eZ__b49aMs/s72-c/xfingers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1949784195960449326</id><published>2008-01-22T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:53:35.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Talk'/><title type='text'>More more-more please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the season where all the yummy good food comes together prior to the CNY celebration. Starting with my personal favourite cookie: the simply irresistible &lt;em&gt;Kueh More-More&lt;/em&gt;. Its soft fragile texture.. and the taste is simply divine.. so heavenly as it melts in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;~~~~~  *drool*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Wn7-j9qwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QNBZ-5tbNAU/s1600-h/kmm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158213597070732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Wn7-j9qwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QNBZ-5tbNAU/s400/kmm.gif" 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/10600630-1949784195960449326?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1949784195960449326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1949784195960449326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1949784195960449326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1949784195960449326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-more-more-please.html' title='More more-more please'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Wn7-j9qwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QNBZ-5tbNAU/s72-c/kmm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1793491699906177493</id><published>2008-01-21T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:03:40.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Mummy Gabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an exciting news via SMS from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creeart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday at around 2:30PM, announcing the birth of her firstborn ~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaronbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaron Tan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who's born in the morning of January 18th 2008 and weighing 2.7kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Gabrielle on your little bundle of joy, baby Jaron&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/10600630-1793491699906177493?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1793491699906177493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1793491699906177493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1793491699906177493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1793491699906177493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2008/01/mummy-gabby.html' title='Mummy Gabby'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-2976840996617725060</id><published>2008-01-21T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:32:08.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Jee &amp;amp; Jaqq&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it to the altar&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Celebration of Your Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;May your Joys grow fuller and your Hopes grow stronger,&lt;br /&gt;And your Love grow deeper and sweeter as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;With Love and Prayers for God's Richest Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Ps_uj9qrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rQoMi3BRIJM/s1600-h/jj_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157726577844136626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Ps_uj9qrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rQoMi3BRIJM/s400/jj_wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-12"&gt;** Maid Of Honor &amp; Witness to the Wedding **&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&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/10600630-2976840996617725060?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/2976840996617725060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=2976840996617725060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2976840996617725060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2976840996617725060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/R5Ps_uj9qrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rQoMi3BRIJM/s72-c/jj_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-8641913245827343757</id><published>2008-01-03T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:26:41.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Sehe Bokmanee Bateuseyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sehe Bokmanee Bateuseyo&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  That's "Happy New Year&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;" in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the 3rd day of a brand new year.  Unfortunately, last year's resolutions will have to be renewed again&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; and hopefully I will be able achieve at least half of them this year.. hehehe &lt;em&gt;*cross my fingers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve was a lil-crazy and the level of craze intensified to the wee hours of the brand new year.  Had pyjama/booze party that spelt FUN with close-knit friends.  Some got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wasted this year and luckily we have responsible drinkers to nurse after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to kickstart 2008&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOL!~  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-8641913245827343757?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/8641913245827343757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=8641913245827343757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8641913245827343757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8641913245827343757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2008/01/sehe-bokmanee-bateuseyo.html' title='Sehe Bokmanee Bateuseyo'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-3166607954711016739</id><published>2007-10-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:19:54.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><title type='text'>i MiSS U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 2 people dreamt about me last night.  Why?  It's simply because they miss me....... LOTs!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're both not in Kuching at the moment. That explains lor&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/3770016"&gt;Eleanor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smsed me this morning saying she dreamt that we were on a vacation at &lt;a href="http://www.newasia-singapore.com/places_to_go/island_of_singapore/sentosa_2007053137.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa Island, Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with our beaus, and the view is simply great&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; (lots of good-looking hunks) Hehehe! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Hmmm, that's exactly what I feel like doing right now. Sigh!~  &gt;.&lt;  Eleanor, I definitely hope that you and I both will get to &lt;em&gt;realize this dream&lt;/em&gt; of yours one day. Hehehe! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bertjacko.multiply.com/"&gt;Okui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also told me that he had a dream of me last night. In the dream, we were doing some charity project at his place and in the midst of it, I needed to get something out from the car. Instead of getting up and walking towards the car which is just a few seconds away, I made a call via my mobile phone to his dad who is somewhere around the house and asked him to help me to get the stuff out from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Okui reacted --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;Siao ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, he only told me that he said &lt;em&gt;Siao ah?&lt;/em&gt;, but I imagined he must also have felt like the first 2 lines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he got up and went to get the stuff from the car instead. Hehe &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okui, what a dream eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not that &lt;strong&gt;LAZY&lt;/strong&gt; ok? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/10600630-3166607954711016739?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/3166607954711016739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=3166607954711016739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3166607954711016739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3166607954711016739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-u2.html' title='i MiSS U2'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7850224762984824266</id><published>2007-10-10T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:52:03.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird. I've been having weird dreams lately. Nothing horrific or obscene like that, mind you.  I woke up on Monday remembering all the weird dreams I've had the night before and none of them make any sense to me at all. I've had another episode of those dreams last night. No wonder I woke up feeling rather drained these days. Hmm, I wonder what they actually means or they're just simply what they are - merely dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this email in my inbox a while ago.  Man.. you've got to love this little girl. What a woman she'll make! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want out of life is four little animals, just like my mom always says." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked "Really and what four little animals would that be?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed and a jackass to pay for it all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-7850224762984824266?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7850224762984824266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7850224762984824266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7850224762984824266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7850224762984824266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-and-such.html' title='Dreams and Such'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s72-c/TFR3B.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1801556388300137280</id><published>2007-08-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:53:16.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Seriously?  Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously.  In addition to the previous entry, I had another go at the quiz thingy. This time, I tried out - &lt;strong&gt;"Which Grey's Anatomy Woman Are You?"&lt;/strong&gt;.  Well, since I've just finished watching Season 3 this afternoon, I'm still sort of in the Grey's Anatomy mood.  Well, behold the results. I find the character of Addison Montgomery (Kate Walsh) to be much more interesting towards the end of Season 3.  Ahh.. can't wait for Season 4!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1176507877images-5.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size='2'&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Addison Montgomery &lt;/b&gt;, You are Addison Montgomery&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; You are very kind. As a defense mechanism you pretend to not care what people think about you, but in reality it hurts you very deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Addison Montgomery &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Izzie Stevens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cristina Yang&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Miranda Bailey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Callie Torres&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=37086N'&gt;&lt;font size='2'&gt;Which Grey's Anatomy Woman Are You? (with pictures!) -please rate 5 :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-1801556388300137280?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1801556388300137280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1801556388300137280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1801556388300137280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1801556388300137280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/08/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously?  Seriously.'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-3275074165865588218</id><published>2007-08-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:34:31.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>What Type of Candy Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came across an entry by blogger &lt;a href="http://sweetsurrender.99.com.my/?p=506"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on this and decided to try it out myself.  Behold, the results below.  It's alarming that I love this exact type of chocolate by Hershey.  In fact, I've just bought the exact same chocolate sometime last week.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1172515065hershey.JPG"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size='2'&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hershey Bar&lt;/b&gt;, You are a Hershey Bar. You are smooth, original and somewhat old-fashioned. You like to socialize and have the same close childhood friends. Family is very important to you. You are a nice and kind person - the best of the best&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hershey Bar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Twix&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;3 Musketeers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Skittles/Gummi Bears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;M&amp;M\'s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Jolly Ranchers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;KitKat/Crunch Bar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cup&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=123178N'&gt;&lt;font size='2'&gt;*What Type of Candy Are You?* (w/pics.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-3275074165865588218?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/3275074165865588218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=3275074165865588218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3275074165865588218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3275074165865588218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-type-of-candy-are-you.html' title='What Type of Candy Are You?'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7156992993457982115</id><published>2007-08-10T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:02:10.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Being in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com/"&gt;Shayrene&lt;/a&gt; emailed me this interesing piece of article sometime ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-7156992993457982115?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7156992993457982115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7156992993457982115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7156992993457982115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7156992993457982115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-in-love.html' title='Being in Love'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-8322311175744519667</id><published>2007-08-09T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:54:10.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not the regular Ten Commandments, but the &lt;strong&gt;Ten Commandments As One Ages&lt;/strong&gt;. Got this via email from my Aunt Teresa today. It is certainly something to ponder about. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Focus on enjoying people, not on indulging in or accumulating material things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Plan to spend whatever you have saved. You deserve to enjoy it and the few healthy years you have left. Travel if you can afford it. Don't leave everything for your children or loved ones to quarrel about. By leaving everything, you may even cause more trouble when you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Live in the here and now, not in the yesterdays and tomorrows. It is only today that you can handle. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow may not even happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoy your grandchildren (if you are blessed with any) but don't be their full time babysitter. You have no moral obligation to take care of them&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Don't have any guilt about refusing to babysit anyone's kids, including your own grandkids. Your parental obligation is to your children. After you have raised them into responsible adults, your duties of child-rearing and babysitting are finished. Let your children raise their own off-springs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Accept physical weakness, sickness and other physical pains. It is a part of the aging process. Enjoy whatever your health can allow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoy what you are and what you have right now. Stop working hard for what you do not have. If you do not have them, it's probably too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Just enjoy your life with your spouse, children, grandchildren and friends&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; People, who truly love you, love you for yourself, not for what you have. Anyone who loves you for what you have will just give you misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Forgive and accept forgiveness. Forgive yourself and others. Enjoy peace of mind and peace of soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Befriend death. It's a natural part of the life cycle. Don't be afraid of it. Death is the beginning of a new and better life. So, prepare yourself not for death but for a new life with the Almighty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Be at peace with your Creator. For... He is all you have after you leave this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-8322311175744519667?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/8322311175744519667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=8322311175744519667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8322311175744519667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8322311175744519667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/08/ten-commandments-as-one-ages.html' title='Ten Commandments'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7563943974864323738</id><published>2007-06-22T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:49:22.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Icebows Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/7967227"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; messaged me on MSN Messenger this morning to go out and have a look at the Sun. I was like - "Huh?" "Why?" "Eclipse?"  Furthermore, I'm on the top floor of the office building and from the pantry area, I can't get a good view of the Sun directly.  He further explained that the Sun looked really different today as it was accompanied by a ring of what it seems like a Rainbow surrounding it. Well, I was kind of sceptical at first as in whether it was a prank he's trying to play on me.  Sorry, Alex&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I informed Angeline, a lady colleague of mine who's on the ground floor about the said phenomenon. After a while, she called me saying I should really come down and have a look at it myself. "It's beautiful&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;", she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went down and despite the scorching Sun, it was exceptionally hard to have a good look at the optical phenomena. It is exactly as what Alex described earlier - the Sun was surrounded by a ring of Rainbow. Words of the spectacular phenomenon spread throughout the office and those with cameras were snapping away. Here's what the sky looks like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RntyTv8o26I/AAAAAAAAACw/UckKorUxyHw/s200/icebow1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078778688404249506" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Rntwof8o23I/AAAAAAAAACY/YkVWxA0X3FA/s200/icebow2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078776845863279474" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RntxKv8o24I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZmymLweiBk4/s200/icebow3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078777434273799042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos Courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/21782785"&gt;Angeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RntxVP8o25I/AAAAAAAAACo/NhuHEloJwGc/s200/icebow4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078777614662425490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo Courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/11755488"&gt;Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos available at Gabby's Blog - &lt;a href="http://creeart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://creeart.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on this spectacular phenomenon can be found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halo_(optical_phenomenon)"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&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/10600630-7563943974864323738?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7563943974864323738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7563943974864323738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7563943974864323738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7563943974864323738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/06/icebows-sightings.html' title='Icebows Sightings'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RntyTv8o26I/AAAAAAAAACw/UckKorUxyHw/s72-c/icebow1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-4323974941496954370</id><published>2007-06-18T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:16:22.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Imagine Me Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nice piece of Contemporary Christian Music  &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine Me Without You&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.jacivelasquez.com"&gt;Jaci Velasquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as stars shine down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers run into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Til the end of time forever&lt;br /&gt;You're the only love I'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life You're all that matters&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes the only truth I see&lt;br /&gt;When my hopes and dreams have shattered&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that's there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found You I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave You, I need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me without You&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost and so confused&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't last a day, I'd be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Without You there to see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me without You&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know it's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;Because of You, it's all brand new&lt;br /&gt;My life is now worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine me without You &lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You caught me I was falling&lt;br /&gt;You're love lifted me back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;It was like You heard me calling&lt;br /&gt;And You rush to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found You I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave You, I need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found You I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave You, I need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine me without You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-4323974941496954370?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/4323974941496954370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=4323974941496954370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4323974941496954370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4323974941496954370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/06/imagine-me-without-you.html' title='Imagine Me Without You'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7102428139998758594</id><published>2007-05-30T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:23:36.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><title type='text'>Gatsby Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This never fails to crack me up&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/10600630-7102428139998758594?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7102428139998758594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7102428139998758594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7102428139998758594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7102428139998758594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/05/gatsby-commercial.html' title='Gatsby Commercial'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s72-c/TFR3B.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-935091369851479620</id><published>2007-05-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:33:26.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>You're Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, this song just sets me in the mood for some rest &amp; relaxation... and a little romance as well &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... a day in the spa will do me justice!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s320/TFR53.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s320/TFR53.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbuble.com/"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;br /&gt;And You're the perfect thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play your card, but it's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&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/10600630-935091369851479620?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/935091369851479620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=935091369851479620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/935091369851479620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/935091369851479620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-everything.html' title='You&apos;re Everything'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s72-c/TFR53.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-7880495027533178306</id><published>2007-05-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:21:07.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallery'/><title type='text'>Aloy Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cool snapshots by my friend, Aloysius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RkCNaW95R3I/AAAAAAAAABg/ffn4frkkZHA/s200/ring_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062201465145739122" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RkCNkG95R4I/AAAAAAAAABo/bWkbyfgNzLs/s200/ring_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062201632649463682" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RkCNqW95R5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zu58Q3dqKPA/s200/ring_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062201740023646098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos Courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;Aloysius Tan&lt;/strong&gt;, taken with his 3 Megapixel Camera Phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the first one.  Which is your favourite? &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10600630-7880495027533178306?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/7880495027533178306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=7880495027533178306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7880495027533178306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/7880495027533178306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/05/lord-of-rings.html' title='Aloy Rings'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/RkCNaW95R3I/AAAAAAAAABg/ffn4frkkZHA/s72-c/ring_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-3408755706089862728</id><published>2007-05-04T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:12:34.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallery'/><title type='text'>From Paris With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://creeart.blogspot.com/2007/05/anne-lidwina.html"&gt;Gabby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did a portrait me and lil-Anne, and had us digitally transported to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creeart.blogspot.com/2007/05/anne-lidwina.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Rjr7hm95R2I/AAAAAAAAABY/duv9Vzo-XAE/s200/anne_me_p2.jpg" border="0" alt="Anne &amp; Me"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060633686118582114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Gabby&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;{{{*hugs*}}}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out more of her fantastic artwork - &lt;a href="http://creeart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://creeart.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10600630-3408755706089862728?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://creeart.blogspot.com/2007/05/anne-lidwina.html' title='From Paris With Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/3408755706089862728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=3408755706089862728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3408755706089862728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3408755706089862728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-paris-with-love.html' title='From Paris With Love'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Rjr7hm95R2I/AAAAAAAAABY/duv9Vzo-XAE/s72-c/anne_me_p2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-4952514526946184841</id><published>2007-04-26T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:27:47.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christians&lt;/em&gt; - By &lt;a href="http://www.mayaangelou.com/"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean living."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-4952514526946184841?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/4952514526946184841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=4952514526946184841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4952514526946184841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4952514526946184841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/04/christians.html' title='Christians'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-853582546420595508</id><published>2007-04-09T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:24:08.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Just For Fun-lor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com"&gt;Shay&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://samgoh.wordpress.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME&lt;br /&gt;Lidwina Therese Y. Y. Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;No pants, am wearing a black skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wonders" by Rob Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Magenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Straight or not&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh fruit juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your favourite sport(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Bowling (though it's been ages since I went bowling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Originally black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;The Da Vinci Code (yes, it's been that long&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reaf120SdeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IfB2_u96Sck/s320/gosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reaf120SdeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IfB2_u96Sck/s320/gosh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -- kickstarts leisure &amp; relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It goes well with porridge &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. It'll be fun to post back it back in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHO’S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Those who're in the mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Lazy bums&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't move around&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Currently hooked on "Arms of Love" by Carmen Marcoux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DO YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM GOES OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?&lt;br /&gt;Never watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh fruits&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, people with certain qualities &amp; their work. Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?&lt;br /&gt;Salted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?&lt;br /&gt;No fav. As long as it suits my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;Toyota Camry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;br /&gt;Lots &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;Probably with two reasonably sized objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;br /&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Had the day off for mere relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; What time is it&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS ?&lt;br /&gt;Off to lunch&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&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/10600630-853582546420595508?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://samgoh.wordpress.com/2007/04/08/just-for-fun-50-questions/' title='Just For Fun-lor'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/853582546420595508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=853582546420595508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/853582546420595508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/853582546420595508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-for-fun-lor.html' title='Just For Fun-lor'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reaf120SdeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IfB2_u96Sck/s72-c/gosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-2987838873424380046</id><published>2007-04-04T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:59:31.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>PMS Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premenstrual_syndrome"&gt;Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (also called Premenstrual Stress or Premenstrual Tension) is a collection of physical, psychological, and emotional symptoms related to a woman's menstrual cycle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago, a good friend and I were yakking and the subject of PMS was brought up. That's &lt;em&gt;the season&lt;/em&gt; when the guys will need to be &lt;strong&gt;extra&lt;/strong&gt; understanding and cautious of what comes out of their mouth especially when the intended recipients are their beloved significant other. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the female species are extremely sensitive at this period of time. We will not so be on our usual self at this time around. Push the wrong button, and you're in for a &lt;strong&gt;surprise&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not like we have a choice, yes... blame it on the hormones&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to my friend. She confided her frustrations over her argument with her beau to &lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt; -- the girlfriend of a colleague of hers. Upon listening to her, &lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt; asked my friend if she's having her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4woman.gov/faq/menstru.htm"&gt;menstruation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the time. My friend replied, "No, but it should've been about this time." Hearing that, &lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt; responded, "Aha&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Confirm PMS&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I couldn't help but laughed with her at the episode.  Well, you see, sometimes we will &lt;strong&gt;unconsciously&lt;/strong&gt; pick up fights or arguments easily at &lt;strong&gt;this time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagTW0SdgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4_gVp_7RpDY/s1600-h/hopmad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036889487663330818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagTW0SdgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4_gVp_7RpDY/s320/hopmad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So guys, please bear with us ~&gt;.&lt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okui&lt;/em&gt; even thought that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4woman.gov/faq/menopaus.htm"&gt;Menopause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means menstruation until he was told the truth. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reaf120SdeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IfB2_u96Sck/s1600-h/gosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036888980857189858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reaf120SdeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IfB2_u96Sck/s320/gosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "What&lt;em&gt;?!?!&lt;/em&gt; All this time you thought that what we had is called MENOPAUSE&lt;em&gt;?!?!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got this from email sometime ago. Useful for the guys. Ladies, would you like to add anything to it? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Things PMS Stands For:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Pass My Shotgun &lt;br /&gt;[02] Psychotic Mood Shift &lt;br /&gt;[03] Perpetual Munching Spree &lt;br /&gt;[04] Puffy Mid-Section &lt;br /&gt;[05] People Make me Sick &lt;br /&gt;[06] Provide Me with Sweets &lt;br /&gt;[07] Pardon My Sobbing &lt;br /&gt;[08] Pimples May Surface &lt;br /&gt;[09] Pass My Sweat pants &lt;br /&gt;[10] Pissy Mood Syndrome &lt;br /&gt;[11] Plainly; Men Suck &lt;br /&gt;[12] Pack My Stuff &lt;br /&gt;[13] Potential Murder Suspect &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagJW0SdfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I28Khsuz8Kc/s1600-h/rolleyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036889315864638962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagJW0SdfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I28Khsuz8Kc/s320/rolleyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10600630-2987838873424380046?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/2987838873424380046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=2987838873424380046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2987838873424380046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/2987838873424380046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/04/pms.html' title='PMS Blues'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagTW0SdgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4_gVp_7RpDY/s72-c/hopmad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-3178581663661207906</id><published>2007-04-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:32:31.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Know your ABCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s320/TFR53.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s320/TFR53.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Got this funny piece from my email this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;do you know the meaning of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABCDEFG&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;A Boy Can Do Everything For &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; Girl.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reverse the meaning of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GFEDCBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;Girls Forgot Everything Done &amp; Catches &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; Boy Again&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagJW0SdfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I28Khsuz8Kc/s320/rolleyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 16px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagJW0SdfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I28Khsuz8Kc/s320/rolleyes.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10600630-3178581663661207906?l=mytherese.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/3178581663661207906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=3178581663661207906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3178581663661207906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/3178581663661207906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/04/know-your-abcs.html' title='Know your ABCs'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05503796994345623873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s72-c/TFR53.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>