<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630</id><updated>2011-11-23T01:02:09.091+08:00</updated><category term='Gallery'/><category term='Snippets of Life'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Laments'/><category term='Food Talk'/><category term='Just for Laughs'/><category term='Out of the Ordinary'/><category term='Food for Thought'/><category term='Music'/><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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-6730342410465867292</id><published>2011-02-24T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:21:01.158+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='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Life As Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It saddens and pains me to discover what a human being can actually do to one helpless soul.  Sure! -  we see and hear about them all the time on the news, movies and hearsays.  But when that actually happens to someone very close and dear to you, reality hits hard!  It still felt surreal and while in the midst of digesting what had just happened, the anger and disappointment directed upon this individual just crashes the hope of any sanity that's still left in this world!  And then, it boils down to questioning why did God even let this happen in the first place?!  But, having said that.. Lord, I pray that you will look upon this individual and your many astrayed children and forgive the wrongdoings. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-6730342410465867292?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/6730342410465867292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=6730342410465867292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/6730342410465867292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/6730342410465867292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-as-unexpected.html' title='Life As Unexpected'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-4456375677427052648</id><published>2010-06-24T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:28:23.877+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'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I do not know what lies ahead nor the path is worth taking.&lt;br /&gt;But I am contented and happy that I've tried my best.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-4456375677427052648?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/4456375677427052648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=4456375677427052648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4456375677427052648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4456375677427052648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-5248654317965956101</id><published>2010-03-18T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:22:33.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laughs'/><title type='text'>A Fact of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzahee7uGo1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzahee7uGo1qzr04eo1_400.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/10600630-5248654317965956101?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://icanread.tumblr.com/' title='A Fact of Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/5248654317965956101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=5248654317965956101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/5248654317965956101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/5248654317965956101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact-of-life.html' title='A Fact of Life'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1756197034708361172</id><published>2010-01-10T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:08:23.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Today's Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Jerome&lt;br /&gt;Church Father &amp; Saint (374 AD - 419 AD)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-1756197034708361172?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1756197034708361172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1756197034708361172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1756197034708361172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1756197034708361172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s Quote'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1693673242781935747</id><published>2009-11-22T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:21:19.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Ask, Seek, Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luke 11:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to you:&lt;br /&gt;ASK, and it will be given to you;&lt;br /&gt;SEEK, and you will find;&lt;br /&gt;KNOCK, and the door will be opened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who asks receives;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who seeks finds;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who knocks will have the door opened.&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/10600630-1693673242781935747?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1693673242781935747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1693673242781935747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1693673242781935747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1693673242781935747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/11/ask-seek-knock.html' title='Ask, Seek, Knock'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-1494370323975636239</id><published>2009-11-22T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:22:08.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God grant me the SERENITY &lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change; &lt;br /&gt;COURAGE to change the things I can; &lt;br /&gt;and WISDOM to know the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time; &lt;br /&gt;enjoying one moment at a time; &lt;br /&gt;accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; &lt;br /&gt;taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br /&gt;as it is, not as I would have it: &lt;br /&gt;Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;if I surrender to His Will; &lt;br /&gt;that I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;and supremely happy with Him &lt;br /&gt;forever in the next. &lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;/span&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/10600630-1494370323975636239?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/1494370323975636239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=1494370323975636239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1494370323975636239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/1494370323975636239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2009/11/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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; 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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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-4026178741269424790</id><published>2007-04-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:30:33.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is here.  Today is also &lt;em&gt;Palm Sunday&lt;/em&gt;, the last week of the season of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent"&gt;Lent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Went to mass at 6:30AM with &lt;a href="http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com"&gt;Shay&lt;/a&gt; as both of us did not manage to go to mass yesterday.  Well, nothing interesting happened on April Fool's Day.  Everybody was too occupied with their own life, no time to mess around with others. 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;  Well, 2 years ago today I attained my degree in Singapore.  How time flies!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, Shirley gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on March 12th at 1320 hours. I paid a visit to the new proud parents and baby Ann Dolly Carlo when she's just a week old. Mummy Shirley and baby Ann is doing great&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;   And daddy Matthew can't stop smiling from ear to ear *grin*&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/10600630-4026178741269424790?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/4026178741269424790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=4026178741269424790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4026178741269424790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/4026178741269424790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-8997761934145306501</id><published>2007-03-01T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:10:04.640+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='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Karma-ic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3793144"&gt;Okui&lt;/a&gt; simply loves to use the term &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma/"&gt;karma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on us. He's always going karma this and karma that, and especially when he couldn't win a say in the situation - well, playfully, of course &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; simply means &lt;em&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and how you treat another person is how you will be treated back eventually. It's like one good deed deserves another and vice versa thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with &lt;a href="http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com/"&gt;Shay&lt;/a&gt; and Okui yesterday at one of cafes serving Taiwanese-style food. I was the first to arrive. The place is usually packed at lunch hour. Aha&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; As soon as I went in, I spotted a vacant round table. As soon as I got myself seated, the waitress came over with the menu. Even before I browsed through the menu, I've already had in mind what to order. As soon as the waitress finished taking down my orders, Shay and Okui arrived - just in time for the waitress to continue taking orders. It sure saved her another trip to come over to our table again from the counter right at the end &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my attention was shifted when I suddenly saw a familiar face who was looking back at me as I was looking at the surrounding tables. It took me a while to *snap away* as I tried to recall who this person is. A long time friend. My ex. It's been ages since we last saw each other, let alone under the same roof. It's been almost half a decade since we last saw each other. We smiled and gestured a &lt;em&gt;"Hi!"&lt;/em&gt;. Okui and Shay had never saw him, and as I was thinking of how to gesture Shay about who I had just saw right across the table on the other side, she nudged me and showed me her mobile phone with the text - "is tat your x?" &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; She has such photographic memory-lar. She'd only seen his photo once and she remembered&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Well, not sure exactly how to actually tell Okui as this felt more like a ladies' thing... not until when my ex walked past our table as he was about to leave the cafe. He gestured a &lt;em&gt;"Bye!"&lt;/em&gt; and I waved back. That's when Okui asked and I told him who was this friend of mine who had just walked past behind him. Afer the short episode, I thought to myself - &lt;em&gt;"I've always imagined bumping into him when we're both old and having our families around.."&lt;/em&gt; Perhaps seeing me in such &lt;em&gt;"deep thought"&lt;/em&gt;, Shay whispered to me - &lt;em&gt;"eh, don't worry la. I haven't bumped into my ex too..". "Karma"&lt;/em&gt; was my response to her &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And with this, kickstarts to further Q &amp;amp; A of our ex(Es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okui asked Shay about her ex - the one whom she went to prom with donkey years ago. He asked if she was still in contact with him, what he's doing now, and stuff like that. Shay explained that she hasn't been in touch with him, hasn't seen him for a long, long time and had a vague recollection that he did mention on becoming a doctor. The second she mentioned the word "doctor", she realized a pair of eyes from the opposite table straight ahead fixing on her.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeks&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; It's HIM&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Her ex&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; The doctor&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Long life&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reafj20SddI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8nyzZlzTUoA/s1600-h/TFRC1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036888671619544530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reafj20SddI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8nyzZlzTUoA/s320/TFRC1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *GULP&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahaha&lt;em&gt;!! &lt;/em&gt;LoL&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bigtime&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; Oh Gosh&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; The 3 of us could hardly hold back laughing &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s1600-h/TFR3B.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036991458776872466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s320/TFR3B.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/Reb9C20SdhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wvMvX8COVtc/s1600-h/TFR3B.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodness, I tried holding back soOo very hard. It's going to look like we're rude or something. I hope that he would't think of us in any negative ways after this hilarious encounter.. hehehe&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;Well, how else should we react to such interesting once in a blue moon incident? It's hilariously unforgivable not to be able to let out laughs&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe.. sorry though to... erm, I didn't get his name &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; Seriously, what are the odds that both of us bumped into our ex at the same time, at same place of whom we have not seen for donkey years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll say no more and here's a little something to end this entry:-&lt;br /&gt;Shay relating the funny little incident herself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:+: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com/2007/02/28/what-a-coincidence/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; :+:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-8997761934145306501?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://qnaoflife.wordpress.com/2007/02/28/what-a-coincidence/' title='Karma-ic Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/8997761934145306501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=8997761934145306501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8997761934145306501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/8997761934145306501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/03/karma-ic-day.html' title='Karma-ic Day'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReagJW0SdfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I28Khsuz8Kc/s72-c/rolleyes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-907683143260390208</id><published>2007-02-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:59:50.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>It's a Piggy Year After All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s1600-h/TFR53.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036555820244039106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JZsf1U45J80/ReVw1W0SdcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ylO6LnbEFsw/s320/TFR53.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Goodbye, 2006. Hello, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, Everyone&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;Although it's a belated one, but still in time to wish all you Chinese fellas a very &lt;strong&gt;Happy &amp; Blessed Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007 marks the year of the &lt;a href="http://www.chineseastrologyonline.com/2007.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Fire Pig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Somehow, the term &lt;em&gt;fire pig&lt;/em&gt; reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;烧猪肉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ('&lt;em&gt;shao zhu rou' &lt;/em&gt;which means roasted pork) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/gosh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't stopped thinking of not feasting ever since Christmas 2006. There always seem to be dinners and functions which involves food for the past 3 months, and it is almost irresistible to reject any when it clashes with another. Well, one can only be in one place at any one time. Cannot be so greedy, ok? Must.have.a.diet.plan. after this month is over&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushering in The New Year 2007. Looking back on new year's eve, a group of close friends and I went for dinner at &lt;em&gt;The Junk&lt;/em&gt; restaurant with a &lt;em&gt;Dress To Kill&lt;/em&gt; theme. As the theme suggests, we shall dress to kill &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, we did not really get to dress extravagantly as expected due to unforeseen circumstances *wink* &lt;em&gt;"Sorry, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3793144"&gt;okui&lt;/a&gt;! We shall be more prepared the next time round yeah!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though the sky whimpered for the end of year 2006, we had a wonderful evening. The ambience at the restaurant was perfect for the evening. It was fully booked, and we were actually half an hour late for our dinner and the restaurant was actually about to call us up on whether we are still coming. We wined and dined, had lots of laughs, did lots of silly acts, said lots of silly things and yes, the evening would not be completed without snaps and snaps of snapshots &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody was given a party pack to usher in the new year. The guests at the other tables started unpacking the stuff in the party pack and making unbearable, annoying noises with it. Goodness me, mind you, it was soOo noisy that for a moment, I felt like I was in a chicken barn. ~&gt;.&lt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we head back to our hotel room. We had a few drinks and just minutes before the stroke of midnight, we could see stardusts dancing gracefully and beautifully in the skies in various colours and forms. What a marvelous sight! Awesome! What breathtaking view! I don't know why, looking at firework displays always get me stunned and had me feeling that everything will be alright again. I know this sounds lame but such seemingly simple sights are able provide me with a sense of comfort and worry-free feelings. It felt like I was being enveloped by such sense of peace and tranquillity. The recital lasted for about 20 minutes after midnight. I'm glad that we had such a good view of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Happy New Year! 2007 is finally here! Goodbye 2006, it's been a bitter sweet year. We exchanged hugs and wishes for another fruiful year of good health, joy and lasting friendship. During the eve of the Lunar New Year, just 20 minutes before the stroke of midnight, it's such a joy to be able watch beautiful firework displays from all corners of my house. Yes, I'm not kidding. I live in a very happening neighbourhood. Yes, I blogged about this last year too. I just can't help it. I love you fellow neighbours! Keep up the good work, yeah! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What joy! What a blessing to be living amongst them. Yee-haa&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it got smoky after a while, but who cares? It rained a little but the firecrackers and firework displays continued. The recital lasted for about an hour or so. In fact, I was woken up the very next morning by firecrackers. Not very fond of it, but I think I can bear with it for the next 2 weeks &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Lunar New Year break, I had a mini-reunion with my fellow ex-schoolmates from highschool. The Lunar New Year has always been the best time for such event since most of them would be back to celebrate the festival with their family. Some of them haven't seen each other for 11 long years. Yes, it's that long already since we left highschool. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; and of course, the blessings from the One Above who eventually got us back together. Voilà&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Here we are, excited to be amongst each other again. Yakity yakity yak&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Curiosity got the better of us and we decided to meet up a few more times to catch up on life and such - we had CNY visitations, pot-luck dinner and casual night outs for old time's sake. We had such a good laugh as we took a trip down memory lane flipping through pages of our highschool year book. "She's what?! Geez.. really? What's she doing now? Where is she now? *Gasp&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;* she's married with 2 kids? She's preggie? Who else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, perhaps this is a lengthy gossip session but what the heck, it's been 11 years since we last gossiped face-to-face! Yakity yakity yak yak&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" 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/10600630-907683143260390208?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/907683143260390208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=907683143260390208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/907683143260390208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/907683143260390208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-piggy-year-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a Piggy Year After All'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-116461801300369355</id><published>2006-11-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:11:22.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Prayer to Do What's Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Almighty and Everlasting God, Creator of Heaven, Earth, and the Universe, help me to be, to think, to act what is right, because it is right. Make me truthful, honest, and honorable in all things; make me intellectually honest for the sake of right and honor and without thought of reward to me. Give me the ability to be charitable, forgiving, and patient with my fellow men. Help me to understand their motives and their shortcomings, even as thou understandest mine! Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert E. Lee&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/10600630-116461801300369355?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/116461801300369355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=116461801300369355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/116461801300369355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/116461801300369355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/11/prayer-to-do-whats-right.html' title='Prayer to Do What&apos;s Right'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-115676360128659776</id><published>2006-08-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:11:54.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Ganbatte SiS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my dearest sister &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3963804" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for landing her first full-time job today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, you have finally made it through years of college &amp;amp; university, and are now ready to enter and undertake challenges in the &lt;em&gt;real world&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganbatte&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.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/10600630-115676360128659776?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/115676360128659776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=115676360128659776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115676360128659776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115676360128659776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/08/ganbatte-sis.html' title='Ganbatte SiS'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-115657948632935444</id><published>2006-08-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:12:12.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Made it (finally!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dream has been too big or daunting for you to achieve and you have proven time and time again that you are the best and that anything, when you put your heart and mind to it, can be achieved! Well Done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3793144" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuthbert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for passing his finals and now officially an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Affiliate of ACCA! &lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3512598" target="_blank"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3487076" target="_blank"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on attaining their&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masters Degree in Business Administration (MBA) - International Business!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Gong Xi Ni~!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gong... Xi... Ni~~~! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-115657948632935444?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/115657948632935444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=115657948632935444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115657948632935444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115657948632935444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/08/made-it-finally.html' title='Made it (finally!)'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-115641190081352101</id><published>2006-08-19T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:16:29.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/baby_em.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/baby_em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Alex &amp;amp; Beatrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful, gorgeous and adorable baby boy is born to the lovely couple at 0048 hours today. Their first born, Ashley is officially a &lt;em&gt;tai-ka-cher&lt;/em&gt; now. *awww* Just look at him. Dreamy, isn't he? I can just look at him all day long.. hehe.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-115641190081352101?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/bittersweet.html' title='Little Angel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/115641190081352101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=115641190081352101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115641190081352101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115641190081352101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-angel.html' title='Little Angel'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-115518208584949318</id><published>2006-08-10T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:04:27.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Love, Perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oopsy! I've been in hiatus mode for far too long now. Well, lots of things have happened during these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For start, a friend has moved back to Australia. And I have been busy travelling as well for work and leisure. Not much time spent these days in helping mum with her jewellery business. Thanks so much to Aunt Elaine for her ever support and assistance at times when I needed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! Good news! Last Saturday after the Novena session at church, a really good friend of mine - Shirley, and her hubby came over to the pew where I was seated with Shay. We have not met for quite sometime now. Her hubby motioned me to the bulletin stand outside. There, the three of us stood there chatting, catching up on life and all. They've just bought a new house recently. They have been house-hunting for quite sometime too. Am very happy for them to have found their dream home at last!~ And that's not all... they announced that they're preggie!! Yippie!! And I'm the first person they told after both families. WoW! I feel so honoured *wide grin* This is their first child! Oooh.. I'm so, so, so excited for them! They have been wanting a child for sometime already.  Praise God! Their prayers have finally been answered. Everything just fall into places unexpectedly for them. Well, God surprises us all the time with miracles! And boy, are they glowing! Smiling from ear-to-ear.. HeHe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's very sad that the people around me seems to be in relationship dilemma, and all these happened almost at the same time. Hey, what's going on here? Can't a relationship between a man and a woman be less complicated as of our forefathers' time? This is absurb! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest&lt;em&gt; Chloe*, Pat* &amp; Deb*&lt;/em&gt;, I'm glad all of you have realised that he's not worth your tears after all. Yes, you're entitled to &lt;em&gt;mourn&lt;/em&gt; but not too long. You need to see outside of the box now. Whether you decide to stay on the marriage, know that you will always have my support (*(*(*HUGS*)*)*). Yes, your kids need you more than ever now. I'm very proud of your achievements and look at how strong-willed all of you have become. Girls, you know how to reach me whenever you need someone to hear you out. Take care, my dear friends. Keep in touch!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;em&gt;Liz*&lt;/em&gt;, love is so often experienced at times and places we never expect them to be. Did our hearts wander off or is &lt;em&gt;Cupid&lt;/em&gt; to be blamed? When one is in love, nothing else matters. And hence, the saying - &lt;em&gt;Love Is Blind&lt;/em&gt;. However, take heed my friend that he already belongs to another. A husband to his wife and father to her children. He has even made it clear to you that he would never leave his family. Try looking from another point here. Look at the whole picture. Heartaches and tears are close at hand should you continue with the relationship. Is he really worth all of that? I'd say he's just plain selfish. He's being unfaithful to either of you. He's already being unfaithful to his wife. What makes you think he wouldn't do the same to you? You are a jewel, do not let yourself be put down like this. You truly deserve someone better. Please think it over. You know how to reach me should you need a listening ear. Take care, &lt;em&gt;Liz*&lt;/em&gt; (*(*(*Hugs*)*)*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my dear &lt;em&gt;Erin*&lt;/em&gt;, be cautious. Crushes may lead to extreme heartbreak. It may seem simple and harmless at first but should you let yourself fall deeper and deeper, you are in fact falling in love with &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. You are merely fantasizing about the other person and not on the social basis. No communication is involved here and thus, all those are just mere self-assumptions of the other person. It hurts me so to see you like this. Then again, if you're serious and really like the person, it never hurts to actually get to know him by befriending him. Getting to know him as a friend first and should you feel that you do have feelings for him, then let him know. Oh well, at this era there's no rule saying that only a man is allowed to profess his feelings to the lady he desires. I have heard stories of such lady friends who made their first move on their spouses and, &lt;em&gt;tada!&lt;/em&gt; it worked *wink* It just need a little bit of courage. Whatever the outcome of such action is, you'll really need to be prepared (even for the worst). Should the worst happens, yes, cried a little, wipe those tears away and move on. Do not let it bother you anymore. Do not linger with the negative feelings. Whatever you decide to do, I wish you all the best and Good Luck, my dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-115518208584949318?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/115518208584949318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=115518208584949318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115518208584949318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/115518208584949318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-perhaps.html' title='Love, Perhaps'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-114118241691372496</id><published>2006-03-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:12:57.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Words to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking Back At You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you find in others, is in you too.&lt;br /&gt;The faults you find in others, are your faults as well.&lt;br /&gt;After all, to recognize something you must know it.&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty you see around you, is your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The world around you is a reflection, a mirror showing you the person you are.&lt;br /&gt;To change your world, you must change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;To blame and complain will only make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you care about, is your responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;What you see in others, shows you yourself.&lt;br /&gt;See the best in others, and you will be your best.&lt;br /&gt;Give to others, and you give to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate beauty, and you will be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Admire creativity, and you will be creative.&lt;br /&gt;Love, and you will be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Seek to understand, and you will be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Listen, and your voice will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Show your best face to the mirror, and you'll be happy with the face looking back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown -&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/10600630-114118241691372496?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/114118241691372496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=114118241691372496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114118241691372496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114118241691372496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-to-ponder.html' title='Words to Ponder'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-114066706528122949</id><published>2006-02-24T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:13:13.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Today's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a meaningful piece of poem that I found over the Internet a couple of years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Each His Own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change the way I am,&lt;br /&gt;I never really try,&lt;br /&gt;God made me different and unique,&lt;br /&gt;I never ask him why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I appear peculiar,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do,&lt;br /&gt;You must accept me as I am,&lt;br /&gt;As I have accepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made a casting of each life,&lt;br /&gt;Then threw the old away,&lt;br /&gt;Each child is different from the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike as night from day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we will criticize,&lt;br /&gt;The things that others do,&lt;br /&gt;But, do you know, they not think,&lt;br /&gt;The same as me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God all his wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows us all by name,&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want us to be bored,&lt;br /&gt;That's why we're not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown -&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/10600630-114066706528122949?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-114066609514891616</id><published>2006-02-23T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:13:33.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Today's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share this inspirational story I received via email this morning. Perhaps some of you have heard or read it before.  Nevertheless, I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did.  It goes by the title ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Hope, Friend.... Decide!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.bluinc.com/bio/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Michael D. Hargrove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(As published in the book "A 5th Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about. You know, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly? Well, this one occurred a mere two feet away from me! Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, and movingly loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, diverted his eyes, and replied softly, "Me too, Dad!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 9) and while cupping his son's face in his hands he said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug. His son said nothing. No reply was necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one and a half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder and remained motionless in total pure contentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then quietly said, "I love you so much!". They stared into each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant, they reminded me of newlyweds but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't be. I puzzled about it for a moment, then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I were invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked. The man finally looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile and told me, "Two whole days!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days?! I was stunned! I was certain by the intensity of the greeting I just witnessed that he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months, and I know my expression betrayed me. So, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with an intensity that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope friend...decide." Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!". With that, he and his family turned and energetically strode away together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still watching that special man and his exceptional family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the Author: &lt;br /&gt;© Copyright 1997 by Michael D. Hargrove. All rights reserved. Used with author's permission.&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/10600630-114066609514891616?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/114066609514891616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=114066609514891616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114066609514891616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114066609514891616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-story.html' title='Today&apos;s Story'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-114008105944857493</id><published>2006-02-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:13:54.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Today's Acronym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B . I . B . L . E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... stands for &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;asic &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nformation &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;efore &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;eaving &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;arth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a friend, Francesca. Both of us thought that it was neat. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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/10600630-114008105944857493?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/114008105944857493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=114008105944857493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114008105944857493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/114008105944857493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-acronym.html' title='Today&apos;s Acronym'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113988971449018907</id><published>2006-02-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:17:17.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/rougisseur.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15pt; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 15pt" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/rougisseur.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very special day for 2 very dear friends of mine. This is not an ordinary Valentine's Day for them. This very day will serve as a day they will remember for the rest of their lives, as they prepare for the BIG DAY; the life-long marriage in the years that lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/jeejackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/jeejackie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the wonderful couple&lt;br /&gt;Who have made the first step&lt;br /&gt;To commit their lives together&lt;br /&gt;For the future that lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;May all of God's blessings&lt;br /&gt;Abound towards you&lt;br /&gt;Now and for always&lt;br /&gt;As you prepare to say “I do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By M.S.Lowndes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Ngee Jee &amp; Jackie on your Engagement!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Here's wishing the both of you a Lifetime of Sweet Joy &amp; Togetherness  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-113988971449018907?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/bittersweet.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113988971449018907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113988971449018907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113988971449018907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113988971449018907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113850594025745813</id><published>2006-01-29T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:00:47.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's family reunion dinner was great! Excellent culinary by mum and aunt Gertrude. We had the traditionally prepared duck, fried ginger chicken, lots of assorted veges, grilled salmon, 2 types of steamed fish, fried noodles and fried prawns. I have been saving my stomach the whole day for this. I only had breakfast. Sis served vodka lime to everyone while I passed around biscuits and prawn sticks. I had a little too much of vodka lime, and had to lie down for a while. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, all of us had a video session via MSN Messenger with the other family members in Singapore. It was a shame that the Singapore side did not have a webcam else both sides could have waved to each other. That'll be so much exciting! Grandpa and grandma were so excited that they could talk to my uncles, aunties, cousins and everybody else over there LIVE! And knowing that the other side can see them excites them so much. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/rougisseur.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15pt; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 15pt" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/rougisseur.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had never done this before so they were rather impress of what today's technology could offer. My uncle and aunt even asked grandpa for 4D and 6D numbers to bet on during the festive season. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/gosh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 2 hours to midnight and the fireworks session had already started. It was getting more and more intense as midnight draws near. I can hardly breath in any fresh air - it was extremely smoky outside that we had to shut the windows and doors. When it got to 30 minutes before midnight, the whole family went outside to join in the fun. We could hear and see the fireworks being played on every direction! "Yaaay! We live in a happening neighbourhood!", exclaimed my sister with much delight at the the sight of the beautiful and breathtaking view of fireworks being shoot up into the clear sky. It was a relieved that the weather's great compared to the past few years; though it had never been a good enough reason to stop anyone from &lt;em&gt;firecracking&lt;/em&gt; yet. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did not see any police cars patrolling around the neighbourhood this year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;firecracking&lt;/em&gt; session was still going on at 1:30 in the morning. I was too worn out and had too much serving of carbon dyoxide for the night. Had only a few hours to sleep before I head on to work. Yes! I had to work on the first of lunar new year. &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; Triple *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! What a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Special Thanks Goes to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=4551382" target="_blank"&gt;Milly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3899418" target="_blank"&gt;Shay&lt;/a&gt; for being so sweet and hospitable, and also very &lt;em&gt;uh-sim&lt;/em&gt; on being the first 2 person to wish and visit me in the office with assorted biscuits and goodies from home, knowing that I had to work on the first day of the lunar new year and haven't had any breakfast. Thank you so much! Love ya, girls! *Bear HugZz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone! *HugZz* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-113850594025745813?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113850594025745813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113850594025745813&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113850594025745813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113850594025745813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113775291597192303</id><published>2006-01-19T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:01:40.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so unbearable.  It's practically scorching out there.  But it's definitely great for the laundry. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my 2 long-time lady friends today. It's been a month since we saw each other. Well, the last time we met, yeah, we had lunch too. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice there having lots of yummy food whilst catching up a bit and there with each other. One of my lady friend announced that she's getting engaged in about a month's time! WoW! That should've happened sooner though. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/rougisseur.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15pt; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 15pt" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/rougisseur.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We congratulated her and her soon-to-be fiancé who was also there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Congratulations Ralph &amp; Penny!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;small&gt;(Sorry! They wanted me to keep mum about it then so I had to disguised it a bit! &lt;strong&gt;Congrats again, Ngee Jee &amp; Jackie!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/small&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The string of good news doesn't stop there. My other lady friend announced that she is preggie for the second time! Double WoW! Double *grin* We congratulated her! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And oh by the way, her first child is my sweet little god-daughter. &lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Alex &amp; Beatrice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these jolly happy news, earlier today a gal pal of mine told me about her much dreaded rocky relationship with her beau and the heart-breaking decision of ending the near decade-old relationship later tonight. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/031.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/031.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  What a mixed feeling day!~&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/10600630-113775291597192303?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Bittersweet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113775291597192303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113775291597192303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113775291597192303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113775291597192303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113691476087879771</id><published>2006-01-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:14:35.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Today's Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samgoh79.blogs.friendster.com/sams_blog/" target="_blank"&gt;Uncle Sam&lt;/a&gt; says ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/advice42day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/advice42day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A gift from Uncle Sam.  It's a fridge magnet &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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/10600630-113691476087879771?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113691476087879771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113691476087879771&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113691476087879771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113691476087879771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-advice.html' title='Today&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113609118006053873</id><published>2006-01-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:08:38.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Feliz Año Nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2006 Resolutions:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make A Difference,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save more $$,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch One Heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encourage One Mind &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspire One Soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-113609118006053873?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113609118006053873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113609118006053873&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113609118006053873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113609118006053873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2006/01/feliz-ao-nuevo.html' title='Feliz Año Nuevo'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113600110537280775</id><published>2005-12-31T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:03:25.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Taukeh Neo Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/sapo_nervioso.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/sapo_nervioso.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Care to sing along with me this familiar tune from the Nursery Rhymes collection entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Therese desperately needs her car washed;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, go to Spain,&lt;br /&gt;Never show your face again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghh! I can't stand it any longer. It has been going on for 2 whole weeks! It rains for a while then the Sun comes out, then it rains again and the Sun comes out again. This cycle of the rain and the Sun playing hide and seek has not been kind to the laundry and cars. My car has been covered with a thick layer of dirt for 2 whole weeks! Two whole weeks! Ewwww! I am even digusted by the thought of it myself. Today, I have decided to get my car washed, be it rain or shine. The dirt has to go, no matter what! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/031.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/031.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at my regular car wash shop, there were already a few cars being washed, vacuum and polished. I left my car in the washing area and walked into the waiting area. There was a lady (Lady A) seated at the counter doing some paperwork and punching numbers on the calculator. Another lady (Lady B), a customer like myself was seated opposite Lady A, reading newspapers that was placed on the little round table next to her. I was standing looking around at the surroundings when I overheard their little conversation. I did not eavesdrop on purpose but they were talking so loud that it had became a piece publicly available conversation. Both ladies looked like they were in their mid 30s. I heard them introducing themselves to each other and got acquainted very quickly. From their conversation, I gathered that Lady A is the shop's administration clerk whilst Lady B is the &lt;em&gt;taukeh neo&lt;/em&gt; (lady boss) of a local hardware shop. Lady B conversed with such aggresiveness, frankness and arrogance - the usual trait of a rich man's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their conversation started off with casual talks; asking each other's doing, marital status, family, children and plans for the day since it's New Year's eve. What striked me most here was the boldness of revealing such detailed information to a stranger that one had just met. They were engaging in a conversation that any daughter-in-law would be at least once in their lifetime: &lt;em&gt;my mother-in-law.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/charm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady B was actually complaining about her mother-in-law to Lady A. Her mother-in-law, coming from a conservative chinese background has the mindset that a woman should know how to cook, clean and sew; the basics of becoming a &lt;em&gt;perfect wife&lt;/em&gt;. Lady B, a modern wife however felt that these should not be the primary concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's always asking me if I sew clothes for her son", Lady B complaint to Lady A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because her daughter knows how to sew, she expects me to know and sew clothes for her son!", added Lady B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps, she's just looking into her son's best interest", Lady A replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime she said that, I'd very much like to tell her if it is more important for me to help her son make more money or sew clothes for him. With the money that I helped him to make, I can afford buy all the clothes he wants and there's not even the need to sew. Don't you agree?", Lady A continued to lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would keep on and on about how unfair her mother-in-law is, always comparing her to her own daughter. "Oh well, luckily we have a place of our own otherwise it would be difficult and the situation may get ugly". Lady A, who has been listening attentively at Lady B just smiled at that last comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that Lady B was indeed very bold, talking and complaining about her in-law to a stranger she had only just met. It would be a disaster if the someone who knew the family (especially her in-laws), overheard their conversation and then words got out! I would still think that it is best not to wash our own dirty linen in public - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prevention is Better than War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the man said "Your car's done, Miss". Oh, my car's done! All clean and shiny. Eeks! But, what do you know? As I was getting into the car, it started to rain again! Darn! *Arrggh!* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/320/no.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear my car sing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhythm of the Falling Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what dirt I'm soon to be covered.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;And let me be clean again.&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/10600630-113600110537280775?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113600110537280775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113600110537280775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113600110537280775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113600110537280775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/12/taukeh-neo-talk.html' title='Taukeh Neo Talk'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113600103731640940</id><published>2005-12-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:04:02.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>*Honk*~fully Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yaay! I was granted leave today. But, it turned out that I hadn't gotten as much rest as I had planned to. I slept at about one this morning. *sigh!* My day was supposed to start at 6:30, heading to the local wet market with Dad to get some &lt;strong&gt;三层肉&lt;/strong&gt; ('san chen rou' which refers to one of the parts of pork) for my potluck tomorrow evening and replenished the stock of chicken necks for my dog. Alas, the alarm did not do any good. Perhaps, I was too immuned to its ringing tone and just slept through the sound.  Dad did not wake me nor my sister from our slumber, and he ended up asking my brother to drive him to work.  Sorry, Dad! I know we're too pigged out. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/gosh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, my sleep wasn't that peaceful at all; was disrupted several times by annoying phone calls. *urggh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I made plans to shop for some fresh chicken wings at the local supermarket near her place. Unfortunately, there weren't any at our first stop. Hence, we drove to another one nearby.  Yes! They have fresh chicken wings! We bought some 20 pieces and 2 pieces of boneless chicken meat. Our shopping's done! *whew*  Now, we could get on to our next agenda for the evening - DINNER!  All the shopping, looking at yummy food stuff were making us hungry! I got myself a few packs of junk food before leaving though. Oh well, there goes the saying - "Never go shopping at the supermarket on an empty stomach". &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the place where our car was, we noticed that there was a car parking directly behind it. We thought that we would buy some time by putting the stuff that we bought and rearranging them properly in the car boot, and then perhaps the owner of the car would take notice of us and come around to move the vehicle. But, there was still no sign of anyone walking towards the car. Besides the point that we were both very hungry at the time, but still there should not be any blocking of another individual's vehicle unless of course there is a driver seated inside the vehicle. I have always use the car's honk with extreme caution. It is loud and rude. Honking is bad but at times like these, that's when it comes in handy. One.. two.. three! HONK!~~~~~ A continuous honk was sounded for 5 whole seconds. I can see that patronizers outside the supermarket were looking towards my direction and yet, there was still no sign of anyone walking towards the vehicle. Fine! Again, I pressed the honk continuosly for 5 seconds another two times. Then finally, finally we saw a guy, perhaps in his 30s coming out from a bakery shop with a startled expression, with his hands gesturing apologetically at us. Oh well, at least he had the decency to apologize. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/rougisseur.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15pt; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 15pt" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/rougisseur.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on my way to the supermarket a while ago, and my car was stationary at the traffic light stop, a car tried to squeeze its way through between the my car and the road pavement. Both vehicles' side-mirrors were just merely a centimetre away and he's still not giving up - still going forward! There was no way I could move my car in any direction to let him past through. It was unquestionably, unthinkably, ridiculously so close that I was getting ready to *HONK!* at this &lt;strong&gt;摸明奇妙&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;('mo ming qi miau' which means ridiculously unreasonable)&lt;/em&gt;  driver when suddenly he pulled his reverse gear. Oh my gosh! He reversed his car! Erm, I mean, well okay, that was probably the only move he could think of to keep both vehicles' side-mirrors in one piece. Nevertheless, he could have prevented this little "commotion" had he been a little patient waiting for other vehicles to move first. The worst thing is, when the the traffic light turned green, and what do you know? He was going the same way as everybody else, not to the opposite direction as I initially thought he intended to since he tried overtaking me back there. Oh well, a classic example of some reckless drivers sticking the "P" sticker (applicable only to new drivers on probation) on their vehicles. Thank God my side-mirror's still in tact! *whew!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other time when I parked my car by the side of the lane leading to the main entrance of the still-renovating airport. I was waiting for my friend's cue to call on my mobile phone to drive up towards the main entrance to pick her and her husband from their short trip to Penang. As I sms-ing away inside, I heard a loud "tut". When I looked up, a red Toyota Celica drove fiercely away passing the main entrance, towards the exit point. The first thought that came to my mind was - "Oh no! My car's been hit!" My immediate response was to look at my side-mirror to check for any dented areas on the doors. My cousin &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2399573" target="blank"&gt;Valerian&lt;/a&gt; who was sitting beside me called out to me "Check your side-mirror! Check your side-mirror!" I quickly got out of the car and check the driver's side side-mirror. There were visible scratches at the side of the side-mirror and there were bits of red paint. I was able to remove the bits of red paint by simply scratching them off with my fingers. When I got home, I tried polishing it with the car polishing wax on the affected area. Tada! It worked like magic! No more scratches! *whew* The red car was actually trying to squeeze in between another vehicle and mine. Gosh! Whatever happen to exhibiting some courtesy and politeness towards one another, fellow drivers? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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/10600630-113600103731640940?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113600103731640940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113600103731640940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113600103731640940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113600103731640940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/12/honkfully-yours.html' title='*Honk*~fully Yours'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113577275516747683</id><published>2005-12-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:34:52.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Bless The Broken Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following lyrics are taken from the song "Bless The Broken Road" sung by &lt;a href="http://www.rascalflatts.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is one song that I find so ever meaningful and I'd like to share it with you all for your easy listening pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m just rollin’ home into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.&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/10600630-113577275516747683?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113577275516747683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113577275516747683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113577275516747683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113577275516747683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/12/bless-broken-road.html' title='Bless The Broken Road'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113569986135338702</id><published>2005-12-28T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:05:49.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>What's the food deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I doubt you'll be able to finish that", &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3899418" target="blank"&gt;Shay&lt;/a&gt; commented on the huge bowl of &lt;em&gt;Sour and Spicy Tang Hoon&lt;/em&gt; that I was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the playful sinister smile and said, "You wanna bet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused for a while before answering, "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, Shay and I were having lunch at this local food joint serving Taiwanese-styled cuisine.  Though I had always been known for having only a handful amount of food, little did she had any clue that I was really in for more than usual that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's in it for me if I win?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything..", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything? You sure about that?", I said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. yes, anything", she muttered with uncertainty, fearing for what I might have in store for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I shall order a bowl of soup of my choice and you must finish every bit of it", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine! But you must finish yours to the very last bit", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine! Hey, I'm finishing mine soon.  Let's order the soup now", I said as I smiled cheekily at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us let out a laugh for a while there before we waved for the waitress to add another order for a bowl of seaweed soup.  I ordered a small bowl of seaweed soup knowing that even with the given definition of "small", the bowl is way too huge to be considered "small".  By then, we only had mere half an hour or so before we head back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've always had very little.  So, what's with the appetite?", asked Shay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guessed I was just hungry that's all", I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup arrived after about ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way Shay could've finished this bowl of soup on her own. She pleaded for me to share the soup with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, being a good friend and all I finally gave in.  I asked the waitress to give me an empty bowl.  I had a fair share on the soup. It was really tasty and moreover, seaweed is good for girls.&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of bet it turned out to be, huh? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/gosh.1.jpg" 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/10600630-113569986135338702?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113569986135338702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113569986135338702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113569986135338702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113569986135338702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-food-deal.html' title='What&apos;s the food deal?'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-113569539226692991</id><published>2005-12-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:06:47.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>The Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not sure when it started, not sure when it ended either.  The rainbow - the symbol of hope and miracle had always been encouraging.  But it just wasn't enough.  Everytime when hope seems to be near, strangely enough mere disappointment always find its way lurking behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made a deal with Him.  I prayed for guidance.  I needed to make peace within.  I made a deal to continue with hope, but should the outcome be otherwise then I shall not look back.  Perhaps it was my imagination, perhaps I was in denial.  But, there's this tiny voice whispering within me all day long - "you know it isn't true...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had lost the bet.&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/10600630-113569539226692991?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/113569539226692991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=113569539226692991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113569539226692991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/113569539226692991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/12/bet.html' title='The Bet'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-111375576212768281</id><published>2005-04-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:35:18.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following lyrics are taken from the song "Complete" by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://websites.parachutemusic.com/parachuteband/" target="blank"&gt;Parachute Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's simply an inspiring song to listen to.  Thanks for recommending it to me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://onewayjesus.multiply.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Oh God&lt;br /&gt;I bring this sacrifice--my open heart.&lt;br /&gt;I offer up my life.&lt;br /&gt;I look to You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Your love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Restores me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lift my eyes to you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;In Your strength will I break through, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, let your love fall down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know your love dispels all my fears.Through the storm I will hold on Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I pray I will hold on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day&lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in&lt;br /&gt;I will be complete in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Oh God&lt;br /&gt;I bring this sacrifice--my open heart.&lt;br /&gt;I offer up my life.&lt;br /&gt;I look to You, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Your love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Restores me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lift my eyes to you Lord&lt;br /&gt;And by faith, I will walk on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Your love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Restores me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lift my eyes to you Lord&lt;br /&gt;In your strength will I break through Lord&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, let your love fall down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know your love dispels all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm I will hold on Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I pray I will hold on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day&lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in&lt;br /&gt;I will be complete in&lt;br /&gt;I will be complete in You.&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/10600630-111375576212768281?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/111375576212768281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=111375576212768281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/111375576212768281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/111375576212768281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/04/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-111044684554225199</id><published>2005-03-25T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:07:28.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets of Life'/><title type='text'>Shadows Of The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never thought the day would come. I shall never forget that evening. Your hands reached out for mine. You squeezed them a little tighter than usual. I could not bear to look at you. The thing was, I could not bring myself to look into your eyes. My tears were already welling up uncontrollably. My heart was aching terribly. I was crying inside. Then you bent towards and kissed me on the cheek. This was too much for me to handle. I could not hold the tears any longer. I managed to turn my head away from you before strands of tears flowed down on my face. I told myself I must never let you see me let down any tears. But you knew, you knew. This was not the usual goodbye kiss you gave me. This was different. It felt different. This was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours, days, weeks and eventually months went by. I stopped counting the days when it came to four months. Ironically, serious tears shedding only occurred in the first two weeks. I realised you were not worth my tears and the emotional pain and turmoil endured. Simply occasional triggered-memories were the culprit to the let down of the pearly tear drops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-111044684554225199?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/111044684554225199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=111044684554225199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/111044684554225199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/111044684554225199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/03/shadows-of-past.html' title='Shadows Of The Past'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-110890925849436739</id><published>2005-02-21T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:53:26.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is! He is looking ever so divinely handsome, charming and cute! Dig the lustrious hair and my, what a nice sporty physique. Ah well, the result of years working out at the gym. During my teens, when the question on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you like your ideal guy to look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is being posed, the answer is always almost rather standard: Tall, Dark and Handsome. But, right back then, it doesn't seem to be a senseless thing to say. Hmm, perhaps a little too much of Hans Christian Andersen's fairytales? But he, he is all of that -- tall, dark and handsome. Yes, seriously! He fulfills these 3 criterias, and honestly I have not met or seen anyone like that for the longest time. It just seems too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met for the first time. He smiled. I trembled a bit there. Luckily, I did not say or do anything foolish. Keeping my mouth shut and smiling back is always the best getaway! Hah! What a coward, you may think. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think so too! The smile coming from him was only a form of friendly gesture. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyway, guys like that is hardly ever single. Most of them are happily and blissfully married. So, there goes another prince charming happily married and living happily ever after. He's just merely an object of admiration from afar, and the infatuation faded soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gal pal of mine had just came back from overseas for the lunar new year holidays. Of the years she spent there, she remained single. Curiosity hits me and and I just had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you're still single after all these years. The guys there doesn't meet your 5Cs list or you've added more Cs that they couldn't keep up with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that there are guys going after her there. I've seen guys queuing up to ask her out during our high school years. Yes, she's one of the pretty and popular girls and no guy would resist taking a second glance at such beauty. She was giggling at my humorous statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the sad thing. I don't think I'm being too choosy but most of the good-looking, successful guys are usually taken or gays!" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/gosh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/gosh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I have heard of such remarks. Another gal friend who's been staying in overseas told me the exact same thing. My oh my, we're short of guys! Good, dependable guys! You know, the whole package... but then again, nobody's perfect! A friend once told me, "Nevertheless, we've to keep believing that there's somebody out there for us, be it late than never." Hmm, but how can we even be sure that there's somebody out there for us? Even if there is, how long have we got to wait? "It's keeping the faith, my dear", she said. It almost sounded like we're desperate for a soul mate. Personally, I find this rather foolish and disturbing in a way. I do not want to live a life waiting for the right person to come along but rather to live a life enjoying God's beautiful creations and making use of the gifts He's given me to do His work along this journey of life. Perhaps, eventually our soul mate would come along unexpectedly as a bonus? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/640/rougisseur.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15pt; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 15pt" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/400/rougisseur.2.jpg" 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/10600630-110890925849436739?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/110890925849436739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=110890925849436739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110890925849436739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110890925849436739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/02/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-110886225278423405</id><published>2005-02-20T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:54:35.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Care for a puff, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at this &lt;em&gt;kopitiam&lt;/em&gt; sometime ago with a friend. We were happily chatting away while sipping a nice cup of &lt;em&gt;Teh-C&lt;/em&gt; after a tasty bowl of &lt;em&gt;Kolomee&lt;/em&gt; ~ (yummy!). However, the conversation was interrupted when the stinking smell of burnt tobacco passed by our nostrils. Urrghhh!~ What's worst next was that the wind was blowing towards our direction. Three men, in their mid-thirties or so were sitting in the next adjacent table proudly puffing away... inconsiderately! Yes, inconsiderately! And I stressed that again - inconsiderately endangering other people's health! Hey, some of us are trying to breath here, ok? Sure, we are living in a world where the air is polluted with free-radicals, but some of us here are trying live a healthier life by avoiding what we obviously know is hazardous. Breathing secondhand smoke can be extremely harmful in the long run. After all, prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a typical kopitiam, there are no zones divided as "Smoking" or "Non-Smoking". So, customers are entitled to sit wherever they want. But surely, this is not a good enough excuse for smokers to be inconsiderate when non-smokers are around? Perhaps they can take the liberty to lower the cigarette in their hand down to the ground -- this would be a HUGE favor to our poor nostrils; at least when the wind blows the smoke doesn't blow directly to our faces and not to mention turning our clothes to smell awfully smoky. Bluehkk!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for air-conditioned places, be it cafes, restaurants or even offices, is there really any distinction between "Smoking" or "Non-smoking" zones? Many times when we walk into a typical air-conditioned cafe or restaurant, we will see signs marking the zone as smoking or non-smoking and most of these places are not being divided properly -- no special room for the non-smoking zone. So, what difference does it make when the air-conditioner is running and the two supposedly different zones are sharing the same air? Even with air filters, the smoky air is circulating around both zones and everybody is inhaling smoke!~ Healthy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is definitely a choice of unhealthy addiction, not to mention a selfish act -- indirectly causing harm to other's health and oneself -- causing anxiety to the family members or people who cares about the smoker's health. And what about the utter wastage of money? At present, they spend a huge amount of money on who knows how many packs of cigarettes daily. But have they ever thought that on one fine day, they would be spending a huge amount of money on medications as a consequence to this hard-to-kick habit. Sigh!~ I can never understand what the smokers are thinking when they are puffing happily away. Don't they realise that they are posing danger to themselves as much as the people around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking in the office is another huge issue. Some people just never learn that air-conditioned rooms are non-smoking zone! Isn't this common sense? Naturally, an office is fully air-conditioned except maybe for its pantries and washrooms. But puffing in pantries and washrooms is definitely a NO NO! Oh please! We also need to breath there. Please go somewhere where non-smokers wouldn't go or perhaps a designated area, be it outside of the office building. Sad to say, the offence is usually committed by those big shots -- causing other staff (smokers) to act by example. So, where is this all leading? Is there no hope for a smoke-free world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-110886225278423405?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/110886225278423405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=110886225278423405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110886225278423405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110886225278423405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/02/care-for-puff-anyone.html' title='Care for a puff, anyone?'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-110748259952777891</id><published>2005-02-04T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:16:15.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.creativephotodesign.com/" title="Photo by http://creativephotodesign.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/3405/320/Listen-3.jpg"  alt="Photo by http://www.creativephotodesign.com/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Heart Listens In Serenity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we all really been listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-110748259952777891?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.creativephotodesign.com/' title='Listen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/110748259952777891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=110748259952777891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110748259952777891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110748259952777891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/02/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701660767536480219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1032/827/200/Girl_in_grass_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10600630.post-110747828291356604</id><published>2005-02-04T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:17:11.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Go M.A.D. (Make A Difference)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make A Difference,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch One Heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encourage One Mind &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspire One Soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10600630-110747828291356604?l=mytherese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/feeds/110747828291356604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10600630&amp;postID=110747828291356604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110747828291356604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10600630/posts/default/110747828291356604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytherese.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-mad-make-difference.html' title='Go M.A.D. 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