<?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-5060218547388680694</id><updated>2012-02-01T13:31:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Heart Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's where My Little Heart Speaks. My Broken Lies. My Untouchable Memories. My Thoughts. My Imperfect Self. My Flaws Revealed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1891015124302016629</id><published>2010-11-02T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:29:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When things are not going your way, where will you head to?&amp;nbsp;A downward spiral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, I don't know whether it's me or the world is going through a bad year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just flip through the papers, many unpleasant events have taken place.&amp;nbsp;To name a few, just last week, Indonesia experienced yet another natural disaster.. more like natural disaster(s) with the tsunami and volcano eruption happening at the same time.. Buses in Malaysia are very accident-proned recently. Many people around the world are getting hurt in various ways, be it war, diseases, disasters, emotions.. it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hurt is often an effective bondage within us, effectively made healing an impossible remedy. A lil escalated, hey? As human beings, we build defensive walls around us to hide this fact - our insecurities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"No, I'm not hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then, distrust begins. We will begin to lose trust on others, because we've been hurt. Defensive nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friends are no friends. Even, family/loved ones should be a suspect.&amp;nbsp;We will&amp;nbsp;begin to think what gossips they've backstabbed&amp;nbsp;us with. Is he/she cheating on my money? Is he/she genuinely my friend? Is he/she looking down on me? Urgh. It's Game on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To cut it short,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;... no ..&amp;nbsp;you will end up living in your own little&amp;nbsp;room, surrounded by&amp;nbsp;metal walls. At the end of the day, it's ''you'' you're fighting against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is,&amp;nbsp;this is life and this is what i've learnt or still learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We can't stop&amp;nbsp;bad things to happen. The lil&amp;nbsp;twirling wind in Perlis state&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;worrying me&amp;nbsp;loads but life has to go on. Sitting around thinking of which diirection this wind is heading towards will not stop the wind from coming your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Attitude, principles&amp;nbsp;are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;An attitude that portrays a mature self. How you handle the bad situatiion and most importantly - the desire to take the first step, be it, forgiving others, change, adaptation, flexibility - mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was really down lately with loads of "bad situations" ..&amp;nbsp; I tend to think that I'm in a point in my life that nobody would ever wanna be in. Everything I complain about often starts with the word "me". I begin to be so defensive. I want to protect myself from bleeding. I slowly became a mean person and at the same time being all negative. Wow, now that im writing this.. i realized the combination of defensive + negative is actually very dangerous.. it actually made me insane for a while. Facing the mean world everyday.. part of growing up into the dog-eat-dog world - &amp;nbsp;whether it's the working world or the personal world.. whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then again, God is good. Every moment i'm heading towards that downward spiral, God will send different people into my life at the right time to pull me back to surface. I've learnt to let go and accept people for their sincere side. Yes, I might not agree with everything the world says or even this post (if you disagree).. accept people for their sincerity. Yes, that person might have the tendency to gossip about you, but accept the part of&amp;nbsp;the person&amp;nbsp;that is true to you - say.. being there for you, his/her concern for you.. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Emotion wise - Forgive. You might not forget, but do forgive. It's a big word, it requires big leap of faith. I, myself am working towards it. Yes, it was and still is painful but hey, it's not everything. It's not eveything till the point where you forget yourself. Then again, even when you're working towards forgiveness, the other party might not be able to accept this mere fact. Are you sure you're willing to forgive me? Hmm.. healing takes time, we don't know how long, but it'll heal. Sometimes, it'll get worse.. the other party will get annoyed of the act of forgiveness. Or misunderstandings will take place. At the end of the day, as long as there's a desire to forgive, that matters. Your heart matters. Prioritize that first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Principles. Sigh. Haven't we heard this enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do upon you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Simple example: Don't start or participate in any gossip when you don't wanna be gossiped about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you're oe who keep the principle in you, sooner or later people will see that in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also believe in "what goes around, comes around." I've known of someone who used to criticise me A LOT about my weight, and after a few years, he balloooned up and took back his words against me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Another eg: Whatever you've cheated on ppl, will not last forever. The perfect scenario: Ýou'll get cheated back, all those $$ or whatever aspect with regards to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alas, faith is above all. Why worry about getting hurt or getting dragged into those bad situation when you have SOMEONE who will worry all those for you? Our Big God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Give Him each perplexing problem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All your needs to Him make known;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bring to Him your daily burdens—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Never carry them alone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;—Adams&amp;nbsp;(Our Daily Bread)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essentially, this is the main reason why I have such faith - the only ONE that would love and care for me all the way. &lt;em&gt;All the way&lt;/em&gt;. and, &lt;em&gt;never ever change&lt;/em&gt;. Perfect love which drives out fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-1891015124302016629?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1891015124302016629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=1891015124302016629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1891015124302016629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1891015124302016629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-things-are-not-going-your-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6131102006880257058</id><published>2010-05-17T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:13:23.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S_AZGWE4u_I/AAAAAAAABt8/qm0WVYT9Ol8/s1600/fireproof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S_AZGWE4u_I/AAAAAAAABt8/qm0WVYT9Ol8/s320/fireproof.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I watched Fireproof (2008) over the weekend and got surprised that it's actually a Christian movie which also touches my heart. I find it relevant and believe that it's not a coincidence that this movie appealed to me while I was changing channels, one from another, in a hot afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The title itself ie: Fireproof gave me the impression of a violent story line, with gunshots, gang fights etc.Okay it does have something to do with fire and firefighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wasn't in the mood for this kind of genre but somehow, i decided to read the synopsis of the movie. It is a romance genre and I was still not interested. So odd of me, right? I always have a soft spot for love stories, maybe it's just the heat that is a major turn off! So, I continued changing channels in hope of bumping into something that fits my mood and cool me down. Finally, I find myself ironically getting çomfortable, lying on the floor with a pillows around me - getting into a 'late-night movie mode'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis: In Albany, the marriage of Caleb end Catherine Holt is in crisis and they decide to divorce. However, Caleb's father, John, proposes that his son delays their separation process for forty days and follow a procedure called "The Love Dare" to make them love each other again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;To get things clear, I'm not reviewing on the movie but more of the message I've retrieved from it. As mentioned, I believe that it is of no coincidence that God has planned for me to watch this movie over the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I'm more of a 'quote' person, i think the below quote touches my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Caleb, if I had to ask you why you're so frustrated with Catherine, what would you say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: She's stubborn. She makes everything difficult for me. She's ungrateful. She's constantly griping about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Has she thanked you for anything you've done in the last 20 days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: No! And you'd think after I washed the car, changed the oil, do the dishes, washed the house, that she would try to show me a little bit of gratitude, but she doesn't. In fact, when I come home, she makes me feel like I'm an enemy! I'm not even welcome in my own home, dad! That is what really ticks me off! Dad, for the last three weeks I have bent over backwards for her! I have tried to demonstrate that I still care about this relationship. I bought her flowers, which she threw away. I have taken her insults and her sarcasm, but last night was it. I made dinner for her. I did everything I could to demonstrate that I care about her, to show value for her, and she spat in my face! She does not deserve this, dad! I am not doing it anymore! &lt;strong&gt;How am I supposed to show love to somebody over and over and over, who constantly rejects me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: [John Holt strokes the wooden cross, and turns to Caleb] That's a good question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Dad, that is not what I'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: No. Dad, that is not what this is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Son, you just asked me: how can someone show love over and over again when they're constantly rejected? Caleb, the answer is: you can't love her, because you can't give her what you don't have. I couldn't truly love your mother until I understood what love truly was. It's not because I get some reward out of it. I've now made a decision to love your mother whether she deserves it or not. Son, &lt;strong&gt;God loves you, even though you don't deserve it.&lt;/strong&gt; Even though you've rejected Him. Spat in His face. God sent Jesus to die on the cross for your sin, &lt;strong&gt;because He loves you&lt;/strong&gt;. The cross was offensive to me, until I came to it. But when I did, Jesus Christ changed my life. That's when I truly began to love your mom. Son, I can't settle this for you. This is between you and the Lord. But I love you too much not to tell you the truth. Can't you see that you need Him? &lt;strong&gt;Can't you see that you need His forgiveness? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Will you trust Him with your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Caleb nods; yes]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I admit that there are many, countless times where I've rejected God when my life crumbles down at me. I've lose faith many times but yet, here I am, back to His embrace, His loving eyes. No matter how many time's I've turned away and rejected Him, He still looked at us lovingly and forgives me. God is worthy and I'm so utterly unworthy of Him to have died for my sins and shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In the movie, when Caleb found God, he learns what is LOVE. He asked for God's forgiveness sincerely and prayed earnestly, desperately waiting on Him. He knelt down on both knees and prayed. He trusted God wholeheartedly.&amp;nbsp;I find myself in&amp;nbsp;a somewhat&amp;nbsp;same situation as Caleb in this movie. He is at his lowest point, he is crushed, often frustrated in life, then he found God and submitted himself in His mercy and grace. He waited on Him, and this is what I've learned over the weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;With nothing but bad events taken place in turn and more to come, how is it possible for me to even have a glimpse of hope? There's no sign of light that will lead me out of this dark tunnel.&amp;nbsp;There is no future, there is no my future.&amp;nbsp;Look how little faith I have even though God only require faith as small as a mustard seed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;still seeking for&amp;nbsp;His forgiveness for all my doubts and little faith. Till this day, there are times when I've got so frustrated, I want out from everything. It is so tough going through all this alone. It requires loads of mature-ness in me to think rationally and not go by my own emotions. There are days where I'm filled with joy for I'm reminded of the hope He has planned out for me. However, it does not last. I'm really vulnerable now, inside out but I can't show this side of me or rather, I do not want to give in to this side of me. The scars in me are forever visible and I do understand that in this lifetime, there will be more events that would pour salt in this wound and this is just the beginning. How sad, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;At the end of the day, God gave us choices. A choice to lead this life with Him or without Him, by your own strength or by His strength? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: If there's a God out there somewhere,&lt;strong&gt; he's not interested in me and my problems. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: I disagree. I'd say he's very interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: Then where's he been in my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Holt&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I'd say he's been at work all around you. You just haven't realized it. You haven't exactly given him an open invitation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;.............................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;At this moment, I'm thinking about bits and pieces of a song where the lyrics makes me tear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before the world began,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;You were on His mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;And every tear you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is precious in His eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Because of His great love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;He gave His only Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everything was done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So you would come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to the Father,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though your gift is small,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Broken hearts, broken lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;He will take them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The power of His Word, The power of His Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everything was done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So you would come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;He died for my sins, He gave up everything for me. Who am I to complain on and on about the price I have to pay for being His instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am broken but still holding on to all the pieces, in hope that I'll be able to glue them back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;A day at a time, a day at a time, kim. be forever thankful and grateful that God loves you no matter how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;broken you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-6131102006880257058?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6131102006880257058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6131102006880257058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6131102006880257058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6131102006880257058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-watched-fireproof-2008-over-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S_AZGWE4u_I/AAAAAAAABt8/qm0WVYT9Ol8/s72-c/fireproof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1023528982625218821</id><published>2010-05-09T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:17:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I watched You've Got Mail today and there's this particular quote that I find really relevant to myself, or rather, the situation I'm in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I fell in love with a dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;What's my dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In my dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There was only me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was me in your warm secure arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your lips on mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Under the sky filled with stars whom are also the witnesses of this passionate love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anything the world throws at us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is you who&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;always given&amp;nbsp;me all the strength i need &amp;nbsp;to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In my dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is always assurance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;No chance for any doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is always give and take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;No chance for any selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In my dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's always romance,&amp;nbsp;laughter and intimacy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Although there are times when it's always debates and tantrums,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There's always words of encouragement, understanding and honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;No matter how much we believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In love, faith and hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was you who has given up un believing... in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have been working in this firm for 2.5 months now. Another half a month it will be the end of my probation and thus, I will be a permanent staff from then on. These 2 months passed me by in a blink of eye, however, many event has taken place within these 2 months. Whether it's a personal or non-personal agenda, it has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Working life has made my life so routined now" - those whom have been hanging out with me lately will sure to hear me repeat this phrase over and over again. This show how true this is. I've always been questioning people around me if this is normal. There is only one answer - Yes, it's working life-lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Look, we've been studying so hard, like hell (literally) just to get a better future. IS THIS THE FUTURE I'VE BEEN WORKING SO HARD FOR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yes, I do feel lost. You may call this a transition from uni to the workforce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;You wake up the same time every morning. Wash up. Sun beginning to rise. Get stuck in the morning traffic jam. Get sardined in the elevator. Work begins. Lunch time. Back to work. Dark sky, no sunset. Get stuck in the traffic jam (again). Home. Sleep and start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your social circle gets smaller and smaller. Friends? What friends? Weekends? It's either rest or work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is meaningless and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I admit I've always tell myself that it's a wrong decision to return to Malaysia. All my friends are back in Australia. I'm serving actively in the church there. I've gotten accustomed to the lifestyle there. There is home, here is ... I don't know. If you've read my previous post two months ago, I've mentioned that when I was returning to this place, my mindset was innocently thinking that this place is how it was when I left two years ago. Well, obviously, it's not. Things changed. The worse thing that I've feared most has happened - Loneliness. I fear loneliness and it has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was hell. Honestly, I never thought that I will ever be lonely. That is because, back then, I have loads of friends with healthy relationships. I'm well pampered by everyone. Everyone likes me (i believe). I'm a nice person. I'm friendly. I'm bubbly. My phone was always ringing with invitation to drinks, shopping, karaoke, parties. I'm actively involved in church events. Even when I was in Aussie, I was never really lonely as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;How ironic that I feel so lonely now. It has heavily affected me, my personality, my believes. I'm much quiet now. I rarely smile or laugh. I'm isolating myself. I'm getting into serious arguments with my parents. I hated everything in life. In my eyes, the sky is always grey and gloomy. I am starting to believe that God has forgotten about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;And finally when the last bombshell has fallen on me, I was crushed and broken. I was at the lowest point in my life. Tears that flowed was never ending. Walls around me crumbled. Time seemed to have stopped. I have nothing in life. God has abandoned me. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is so true that when you're at the lowest, God is at the nearest. I turned to God for help. I pleaded to Him to take all these sorrows away.&amp;nbsp; I could see myself&amp;nbsp;sitting down in a corner, holding my knees. Then,&amp;nbsp;I could feel God embrace me with love. Every tear I cried hurts him so. Miraculously, this is the moment where God does 'His thing'. God delivered me from my sufferings and sorrows, my deprived self. I'm filled with joy once again I smile from the heart once again. My family embraced me with their love, being there for me at this point in my life. My friends started to call and keep in touch without them knowing anything that has happened in my life.&amp;nbsp;I am starting to open up my heart once again after two months of isolation. I'm starting anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm starting anew. I'm not going reinvent my lifestyle. There will be worklife balance. No isolation anymore. I'm not going to punish myself for all the sorrows that has come upon me. I want to honor Him once again by&amp;nbsp;first getting back on track with my&amp;nbsp;walk with Him and then serve him with&amp;nbsp;whatever I have. I'm gonna live by&amp;nbsp;God's grace and mercy. I will have love,faith and hope without&amp;nbsp;doubting Him anymore. Whatever that is going to happen, whatever&amp;nbsp;in front,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;will strive thru it by His strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I do feel energetic now. There's a lot of things&amp;nbsp;which I wanna do.&amp;nbsp;I want to take on a new challenge ie:&amp;nbsp;Complete my Grade 8&amp;nbsp;Piano, get a&amp;nbsp;Diploma in Music, join&amp;nbsp;British Council book club.. read&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;novels, polish up my english and be a freelance journalist or writer,&amp;nbsp;learn to drive the manual car&amp;nbsp;all over again (it's a skill i always hope to master as a girl esp), art and craft skill&amp;nbsp;- a weekend hobby and&amp;nbsp;do some gardening.&amp;nbsp;I've actually bought&amp;nbsp; some daisy seeds and gonna start on it tomorrow. Yup, a whole load of burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I do at times always think of all the 'what if-s' and ' I wants', It's hard. It's tough but there's nothing I could do. Just surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am excited to know what has God instored for me in each and every day of my life. Tomorrow is the day I'm hoping with all my heart that God will open a door for me, to start anew. I deeply feel that it's the beginning of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Please Father, I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-1023528982625218821?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1023528982625218821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=1023528982625218821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1023528982625218821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1023528982625218821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-watched-youve-got-mail-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3972194790043219934</id><published>2010-02-21T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:41:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S4FGBna-3wI/AAAAAAAABt0/rtDic6ith9U/s1600-h/lonely__by_siGh89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S4FGBna-3wI/AAAAAAAABt0/rtDic6ith9U/s400/lonely__by_siGh89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440706818416238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I've finally acknowledged the minor adjustment error with regards to my blog. As you can see, I've surrendered to endless html codes. Kimmy raising the white flag, alas!! I'm now using Blogspot template design and in my opinion, it's a decent skin. It's a simple black skin. In fact, I've always love the colour black. It's elegant. It complement my top favourite colour, pink. As you can see, I've made my blog very personal this time, with no links to whatever, not even friends' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my life now..i guess. I know, definitely others would agree with me that I've kinda isolated myself. I've not been a friendly friend. Yup, I agree. Why? I can't agree more that things change, relationship changes. Relationship does wither. Whether it's me who have changed or not, it's not for me to judge. You may have heard or experienced this: When one leaves the country for a long time and returned, things and relationship changed. I've had experiences in this matter playing both part of the relationship ie: people in my life left me behind and I've also left people behind. Many would say that those who left and returned often enough changed, but I do have people who thinks vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to fit in. It wasn't exactly successful. Maybe I was to naive to think that things will be exactly the same as when I left. I am guilty as well for I didn't make the effort as much as the others did. I'm just too exhausted to try to fit in, to start all over again. I do feel very tired, very very tired. I think it's psychological. I made myself like this. I want to be depressed. It makes me feel better. I'm tired of living in denial. Denying the fact that I'm not alright. I am not happy at all. I am not strong, why act like I am indeed strong at all? I've come to a realization that I'm trying to make people around me feel good, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm seeking. I don't even know who am I anymore. Laugh! According to my family, I'm a selfish person. A person who only thinks about herself, her wants and needs. I do believe in their perception of me. I do feel like a shit. However, sometimes I feel that I have the right to prioritize myself, to look after myself, to make myself happy. How funny that what makes me happy, makes the whole wide world unhappy. What a sacrifice I have to make for the world. Sacrifice my own happiness. The big word here is RESPONSIBILITY. You might think that I'm being childish right now. Ah, I really don't care anymore. I don't even know how to smile from my heart with that glow anymore. I'm starting to lose my appetite bit by bit. I'm trusting God wholeheartedly for a miracle, for Him to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned above, yes, I'm isolating myself, intentionally. I'm not catching up with people or building any relationships. It just makes me sad, all I want is to get myself busy and tired so that I could sleep at night without crying to sleep, thus I hate the holidays because it's never a happy one. I'm not exaggerating here, but my little heart is really feeling sad. Sometimes I cried while eating and beginning to swallow my food hard. Once, my mum saw and she felt my pain but all she says is to accept my circumstances around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like a huge stone in my heart. Like a cancer, killing me slowly. When I walk in the streets or shopping malls, I deeply wonder how could people be so happy about their lives when the sky is so ever gray, with not a single star at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I do? NOTHING. Really nothing that I can do. Wait, there is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not know how to move on in life yet right now, I'm just gonna take a step at a time. Whatever God has provided and is still providing, I'm just gonna take it and slowly, by faith, I hope I could see that light end of this long dreadful tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5060218547388680694-3972194790043219934?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3972194790043219934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3972194790043219934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3972194790043219934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3972194790043219934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-ive-finally-acknowledged-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/S4FGBna-3wI/AAAAAAAABt0/rtDic6ith9U/s72-c/lonely__by_siGh89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6428707891558022536</id><published>2009-10-24T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:30:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SuMGtpcKozI/AAAAAAAABtc/wlXAUAGQ3S0/s1600-h/Lost_by_Aegis13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SuMGtpcKozI/AAAAAAAABtc/wlXAUAGQ3S0/s400/Lost_by_Aegis13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396164159807857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've not been honest to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself that this is what it should be, this is the most logical decision. How true is that, I have totally no clue. I am up to the point of convincing myself that this is what I want, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm still young, immature, selfishly thinking of myself and not others. Thinking what I want, what I desire, what would make me feel happy. I'm so selfish and mean for blaming everyone else for a decision that I MADE! I still can't "swallow down" the fact that I've made my loved ones around me miserable these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away, I want to find an escape route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a decision because everyone supports it and you know it's sensible but at the end of the day, you are not happy at all but you can't take the risk of doing the alternative because you are afraid of failing? I'm feeling like that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where should i run to? What happens if my selfish desire leads to another "hot pot"? What if i fail in life? I have no one to blame on my failures but myself. It seems like nobody would understand. How ironic that I don't even understand myself. What the hell do I ACTUALLY want? It's like trying to paint an art piece and you have no idea how to start, what you want to paint. The reason I'm still walking this path is because I'm a coward. I don't dare to take the risk of making a decision that nobody obviously will not support me in and then fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to be a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though there will never be a slight light at the end of the tunnel I'm walking through. It's as if I've lost the game of life. Choices I'm making in life is so superficial, merely to survive on earth. A little happiness is unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've unveiled a memory that I've kept so deeply in my heart for these few years. I have no choice but to unlock this memory, painful memory. It's like my 'lil angel' has come to life again. Everything felt so real. My heart stops when i unlocked these memories one by one. Images starts to form, flashbacks crossed my mind. I tried really hard to stop everything but my heart took control. I can't sleep that night. My mind was filled with these memories. My heart desire to be in these memories once again. Slowly, the pain crawled in and I felt the pain once again. How hurt was I back then, how i do not want to feel that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I'm setting myself on fire again.I'm pushing my loved one away. Is it because of my selfish desire too? I feel horrible. This is not what I want it to be. I know that I seek attention all the time, it's just me. Yes, i'm selfish, but I think i've been very understanding. Sometimes I wonder how much more apart can we get? I do not want my emotions to run my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i pray things will get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-6428707891558022536?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6428707891558022536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6428707891558022536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6428707891558022536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6428707891558022536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-not-been-honest-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SuMGtpcKozI/AAAAAAAABtc/wlXAUAGQ3S0/s72-c/Lost_by_Aegis13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4654308865284881259</id><published>2009-07-26T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:41:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hey people, Kimmy's back from Perth for good. Yay!! It has been a week since I've returned from Perth and I am slowly adjusting back to the lifestyle in Malaysia, hot hot hot Malaysia. Many people has questioned my sudden return. Many thought that I would stay in Perth for good since I love it so much there. Love?? Really? I still remember it was this very day, 26th July 2008 that i step foot in Perth and have decided that I'm gonna just get done with my studies here and get the hell out of here. You see, I have everthing back in Malaysia, family and friends. In Perth, I have to start all over again in such a strange and quiet place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How wrong was I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;God is just so AMAZING. Studying abroad in Perth was one experience I will never ever forget. I've went through a lot, ups and downs, everything. I've never been so happy and sad in my life. Yes, my emotions went wild, to the extreme. I've never been so happy in my life and also cried so much. I admit i've just realized that i'm a cry baby. Every hiccups i've went through in Perth always consists of tears, whether with regards of exams, assignments, relationships or home sickness. I'm always homesick but I don't wanna come home YET. haha. I've learned a lot over in Perth, such as daily routine stuff like getting groceries, cooking simple edible things, paying bills, travelling around and more. I think im definitely more independent now compared to last time. My final semester was extremely fun and I thank God for blessing me with so many good friends around me that I now consider them as my perth family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I never thought of leaving Perth, actually. I am so happy in Perth, I don't wanna come home. I want to start a new life with those I love and I believe God really wants to use me here in Perth. I really saw the need. but who am i to limit God? God is much more creative that this. He can use me wherever I am. Due to financial issues, I've finally made the decision to come back to Malaysia. The initial plan to come home should have taken place in September after my convocation but suddenly I was very sick with chest infection. My parents were so worried, they demanded me to come home right away. It was too sudden and I was suddenly forced to prepare my heart to come home immediately. It was not only hard for my friends in Perth but for Yuwin and I. However, all of us handled this very maturely and have came with a consensus mindset that the decision to come home is the most logical decision I've made. The last two weeks of my time in Perth was spent wisely with people I love and cherish. All of us were filled with mixed emotions, happy and sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My very last day in Perth was the day my heart got really heavy with feelings that I have to swallow down really reluctantly. It suddenly felt like I can never be happy again. I was filled with guilt that I'm leaving this bunch of people that I truly love and care for. It felt like the colour PINK will never make my heart leap anymore. how dramatic, hey? On my last day in Perth, my friends and i did a whole lot of different things. We went for paintball early in the morning, woke up around 530am and travelled all the way up north. We came back around 4pm and then we went for dinner, had chicken rice at O'connors. After dinner, we all played will flour and made bread. It was raining throughout the night as if the sky is felt the same as my heart did. We enjoyed spending time the whole day and none of us talked about Kim's leaving soon till midnight when we were playing monopoly and getting sleepy. I have to get to the airport at 4am and many of them will be seeing me off. I was really touched but i felt guilty as well because it was a sunday morning and I don't want all of them to be so sleepy in church later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuwin suggested that we take one last walk around 2am together under the rain. It was lightly drizzling now and we held each others' hands firmly not wanting to let go. Our hearts felt so heavy and the walk to his place seem so short that morning. We didn't talk much throughout the walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3am. One more hour to go. Yuwin hugged me. He whispered 'I will miss you' into my ears and planted me a kiss on the cheek. Both of us tried not to cry, trying to be strong for each other. I didn't wanna cry but hot tears started rolling down my cheeks. I gave up trying not to cry, come on.. i've been crying every night ever since I confirmed my air ticket, which was 2 weeks ago. Suddenly, I heard him sobbing. He didn't wanna look into my eyes. He was reluctant to let go. We ended up hugging and crying endlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6am. Gate 5 is now open. My friends and i walked towards the departure gate. I hugged everyone. I looked at them one last time with watery eyes and whispered Goodbye. I went in with tears rolling down endlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;715am. Looking out the window, I saw beautiful clouds with the sun beginning to rise right before me. It was so beautiful. I said goodbye to Australia and beginning to flashback on my one year in Perth. I took out all the gifts i've received from my friends. I smiled and vowed not to forget every beautiful memories I've had. I will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1320pm. I walked out of the arrival gate in LCCT, Malaysia. My eyes quickly browse through the crowd and in a sec, I saw my family waving at me and smiling. My mum and dad came and hugged me and said "Welcome home", little tears rolled down as I whispered to my parents, "I'm finally home, Mummy, Daddy." As I was still hugging my parents, i saw a stranger, he looks like a father who smiled at me as he was looking at us hugging as though he felt the same as we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It has been exactly a week now. As I am still typing this, tears still formed at the back of my eyes. I still do not know if I've made the right decision. I went for altar call today at church and my pastor prayed for me. As he was still praying, he said, "Kim, trust in the Lord. Stop questioning God. Stop asking why not my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to move on in life, whether or not I'm in Perth or in Malaysia. I'm gonna continue to excel in all areas of my life. I'm gonna stay strong and always keep a smile on my face. Gambate, Kim!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my Perth friends, I will continue to pray for all of you. You guys will forever be my family and I wish you guys the very best in all your future endeavours and remember that you are very beautiful, precious and unique individuals. I love all of you from the bottom of my heart. I hope to be able to continue sharing life with all of you no matter how far we all are with each other. I will remember you guys, always. Thank you for EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&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/5060218547388680694-4654308865284881259?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4654308865284881259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPBduhs_-8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPBduhs_-8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, You are Abosolutely Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-xoxo-&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/5060218547388680694-4969085176418277209?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4969085176418277209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4969085176418277209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4969085176418277209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4969085176418277209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion-cell-group-murdoch-zone-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-9003656644828064293</id><published>2009-04-26T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:00:00.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Although born with no arms and legs, Nick has been a faithful servant of God and has been an inspiration to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What about us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Remember, God is not interested whether or not we are capable.. God wants our availability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do not wait to be invited to serve, act on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is another video on Dick and Rick Hoyt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This video made me tear so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;An expression on God's fatherly love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy8hOOvM0t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy8hOOvM0t0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick Hoyt, a true hero.. a definition of a loving father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i truly salute you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-xoxo-&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/5060218547388680694-9003656644828064293?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/9003656644828064293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=9003656644828064293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/9003656644828064293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/9003656644828064293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/04/nick-vujicic-although-born-with-no-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1600581893626048727</id><published>2009-04-25T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:53:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; -the bond between us can't be broken-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340165945106994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SfIRJnGaojI/AAAAAAAABtU/-UCHJ73TseM/s400/friendship_by_SaphirasSoul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How can one moment ruin a lifetime of trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Our bond is no longer held together by the untouchable memories and experiences we've shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;One snip from the scissors tore us all apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss the closeness we once have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss those times when we used to laughed together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We act like children trapped in an adult appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss those times when we tickle our funny bones with our never ending sarcasm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When we used to turned to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For encouragement, support or even shelter and food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When winter comes, we embraced each other with our warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I never said I was perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I never said I wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why am i being judged for being me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why on earth does nobody understand that I just want to be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why should i even choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why am i being forced to please the entire world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why must i feel obligated to everyone's demands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For all the trouble I've caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I cannot help to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All i ask for is for someone to understand that it hurts me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For being so imperfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All i could give is never enough, but please understand that i would never give up trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friendship is not being measured by how much we spend time together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friendship is when we know that when we fall, there will be someone that will be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friendship is when we know that when we are joyful, there will be someone to rejoice with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It is just as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friendship will wither within time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I will continue to fix the incomplete puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forever i will seek the glue to piece this back together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.S. Like what you've said, it takes two to tango. However, my efforts will be worthless, when i'm endlessly being pushed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-1600581893626048727?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1600581893626048727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=1600581893626048727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1600581893626048727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1600581893626048727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/04/bond-between-us-cant-be-broken-how-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SfIRJnGaojI/AAAAAAAABtU/-UCHJ73TseM/s72-c/friendship_by_SaphirasSoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4360627244851883124</id><published>2009-03-28T02:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:18:02.661+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love Fridays!! It has been always my favourite day ever since God knows when. Fridays always seems to me like Monday is gonna be a long way to come and for now, my week has juz ended, i can finally breathe and relax, laze around till my week starts all over again with classes and classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've just came back from an awesome cell group meeting. Cell group is one that I always look forward to going because I know that even though I'm so tired due to the accumulated stress for the entire week, I can suddenly feel refreshed and rejuvenated with awesome people like the Spammers United and of course really fruitful heated discussion about the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually having slight fever today but after cell group and the usual bubble tea session we have had, I came back energetic and thus decided to blog a little here besides spamming with the spammers via facebook. It really has been an awesome night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You are just so amazingly AMAZING. I was doing my devotion and this verse caught my attention tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 46: 3-4 :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have taken care of you from you birth. Even when you are old, I will be the same. Even when your hair has turned gray, I will take care of you. I made you and will take care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was and am still very touched when i came across this verse. It has struck me that God is just so ever sincere. I mean like, He wasn't even lonely due to His perfect love in the fellowship of the Trinity, but He still created us to LOVE us. How absolutely wonderful He is!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If God is human, I think He would have a lot of girls falling for Him. Haha.. He is LOVE. From the verse, God says that even when I'm old with gray hair, He would still LOVE me. There is no need for botox when God is just so Lovely. Nevertheless, I do believe that there are people in this world that still love their wife/husband even when they are old or physically challenged. In my opinion, whoever that loves God, loves. Yes, that sums up what I wanted to say thus far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No, that trauma you faced was not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And God wept that it hurt you so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But it was allowed to shape you heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So that into his likeness you'd grow - Russell Kelfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Father for your grace and mercy You have towards me. Thank you for every day, every minute and every second of my life. Father, check my heart oh lord for any stubborness i have in me. You know me so well Lord and please do forgive me for all my wrongdoings. Forgive me for all my doubts i have had in You. Lord, cast all my burdens away. Take care of my everything. I acknolwedge you in everything that i do, i pray oh lord that you would direct my paths. I pray for all my loved ones, my family and friends that Lord, You will bless them and help them in whatever circumstances they are going through. Lastly, I pray Lord that You will use me as an instrument to fulfill your purposes you have in me. In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/5060218547388680694-4360627244851883124?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4360627244851883124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4360627244851883124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4360627244851883124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4360627244851883124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-fridays-it-has-been-always-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-2519403287238899317</id><published>2009-03-25T14:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:17:49.849+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/ScnMYYSH6oI/AAAAAAAABtM/Fb5EdRz6gb4/s1600-h/nEVER_by_scheinbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317005554294975106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/ScnMYYSH6oI/AAAAAAAABtM/Fb5EdRz6gb4/s400/nEVER_by_scheinbar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I thought it's a new start, a new beginning, a fresh one, I will tend to fall back into that deep hole all by myself. It is just awfully annoying for me, what about you? I long so much to start anew but my sincerity is just never sufficient. I desire to make an impact, something that I would be proud of, to be of importance in this place but it is me, myself that is hindering me. I procrastinate so much I just wanna hit myself hard. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm never there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just drown yourself, kim.&lt;/em&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/5060218547388680694-2519403287238899317?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/2519403287238899317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=2519403287238899317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2519403287238899317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2519403287238899317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-if-i-thought-its-new-start-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/ScnMYYSH6oI/AAAAAAAABtM/Fb5EdRz6gb4/s72-c/nEVER_by_scheinbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1198354253005751843</id><published>2009-02-27T00:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:38:12.825+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know many of us can't wait for the weekend. Cheer up, it's Thursday already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's have a good laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had a great day today. Not only that the weather is so cooling today (which is great for a cuppa) but also having happy-filled emotions.. Maybe i'm high with endorphines.. credits to good chocolates frm Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope tht time of the month will come soon. my cravings for food are killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;..a day at a time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxo&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/5060218547388680694-1198354253005751843?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1198354253005751843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=1198354253005751843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1198354253005751843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1198354253005751843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-many-of-us-cant-wait-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-201293441677521902</id><published>2009-02-24T00:00:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:32:03.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLFqxoiDyI/AAAAAAAABs8/BmPMWRXKfb0/s1600-h/funny_baby_pic_praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020649664384802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLFqxoiDyI/AAAAAAAABs8/BmPMWRXKfb0/s400/funny_baby_pic_praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nah!!!! Not so much of partying but hibernating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Super Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need prayer, ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so uncertain on what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating in a few months time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i found out it's impossible to get a job here in Aussieland when the recession is hitting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b) i can't stay in Aussieland when i've only been here for less than a year&lt;br /&gt;but, nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;c) i have strong faith that God will direct my paths, &lt;strong&gt;I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my little heart is so confused and lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare my heart to stay in Perth or Somewhere-else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my future gonna be like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whatever it is.. Let's just focus on graduating &lt;strong&gt;FIRST!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just to sidetrack a little... (forgive me, i just need to dream a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I stay in Perth, Kimmy feels like getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. A CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306015431756531890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLA7DaWyLI/AAAAAAAABsU/-oi8VVjScTE/s400/1-lamborghini-gallardo-nera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If i'm going to stay here in Perth, I do not want to rely on people to get me around. I want to drive to church, being able to serve in church without relying on others to get me there.. like how i used to back in Malaysia. Btw, this is a Lamborghini Gallardo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. A new mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306010366829800914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaK8UPFuLdI/AAAAAAAABr0/QOfket6BWi8/s400/apple-iphone-3g-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If i stay in Perth, i can sign up for an iphone contract with Vodafone. I still love my current candy mobile Nokia 2630, but i hate it that it doesn't come with an external memory card. I can't store too many msgs/songs or even pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLEArM9_3I/AAAAAAAABs0/aKRB14RIkmg/s1600-h/pink020_qjpreviewth.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018826872029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLEArM9_3I/AAAAAAAABs0/aKRB14RIkmg/s400/pink020_qjpreviewth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; If i stay in Perth, this boring place needs entertainment. Thus, PSP is the perfect solution. nyehehehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omg. the pink PSP is so tempting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLEAdAk8XI/AAAAAAAABss/XsScgHqMrd4/s1600-h/psp_sm_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018823061959026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLEAdAk8XI/AAAAAAAABss/XsScgHqMrd4/s400/psp_sm_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; OMG!! the red PSP is super sexy... .. which one to choose???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. A brand new Lappie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306012477534090978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaK-PGE1tuI/AAAAAAAABr8/0SCrVZeCeww/s400/13-inch-Apple-MacBook-Cover--2D-Transparent-Hotpink-Cover-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i stay in Perth, i can invest in a new lappie. Since Apple's products are at the cheapest in Aussie, which sane human being wouldn't wanna carry this beauty everywhere they go??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLDPuy3lrI/AAAAAAAABsk/9DXKmMeFYpo/s1600-h/RMCAU7NI3UCASKASTKCAR04L45CAF7EY51CA9TJYYDCAX1LP1VCA1IDY3UCAX0UYEQCACZ0HZRCAVIFI2PCAPP4LVLCAND95CTCALUO6E0CA2AHZUBCARI94JZCA9OA2HZCAY74CI0CA2RPN9ZCALHT75U.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. A Maltese Pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306009130577935026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaK7MRsTurI/AAAAAAAABrs/6jS-AGpUjOk/s400/MaltesePuppy_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; If i stay in Perth, I can have a reason to buy my all time favourite Maltese breed pup. Perth is one of the perfect place to breed a dog. The air is clean and the community here just loves dogs. I have seen so many pure breed expensive dogs in 9 out of 10 houses and these dogs are all happy dogs!! The RSPCA here are all out to protect dogs, thus i never seen any stray dogs in Perth streets. Bravo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay, it's time for me to stop dreaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, what i really need in my so quiet hostel is a TELEVISION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.need.my.tv.the.flat.is.so.quiet.life.after.5.is.so.dead.i.need.my.tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLDPqF8LrI/AAAAAAAABsc/VLJe1mrS0EU/s1600-h/PKCAMMMCY0CALV7107CADC9Z37CA5EUI13CAYPN3D3CASXA3H1CAYV2075CAZ4HOUNCAORDMFECAXF4FBMCATOK2S1CAAN33H9CAAOXYUDCA5GOZ3NCAB2105XCA1X9M3QCA36WSPVCAHO3MU5CA6D9IOF.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. TELEVISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022164178651250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLHC7o3yHI/AAAAAAAABtE/T2WN3tV7WwI/s400/old+tv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan &amp;amp; dee: Where is Kim?? She is Missing in Action. I miss Flat 37 family. Where is KIMMMM??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kim, come hang out with us... what have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: i have no idea. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5060218547388680694-201293441677521902?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/201293441677521902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=201293441677521902' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/201293441677521902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/201293441677521902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/02/nah-not-so-much-of-partying-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SaLFqxoiDyI/AAAAAAAABs8/BmPMWRXKfb0/s72-c/funny_baby_pic_praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-7403067635018520526</id><published>2009-02-21T01:48:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:23:10.325+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-7th December Two 0 0 Eight-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've had an AWESOME Twenty-First Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've never in my life imagined that i'm gonna celebrate my 21st in Perth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God has been so WONDERFUL to have planned and granted me this birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I always thought that it's gonna be a lonely and quiet birthday for me especially on my 21st, but with God's love, He gave me a superb one. I've had my loved one, good friends and a tremendous good time with them on a ROAD TRIP down south!! We rented a car and drove all the way to Margaret River.. the wineries, chocolate factories, refreshing beaches and beautiful sunsets made my 21st a pleasant one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thank you God for being so ever gracious and merciful to me for these 21 years. Thank you God for blessing me abundantly even though I clearly do not deserve such love from You.  Thank you God, for your promise of Salvation, the promise of Hope. God, You know me so well, You know my desires.  I want to be salt and light for You. I want to walk with you. I want to be close to you.  I will be Joyful. I will be strong. I will be a Woman of Courage. God, please listen to my prayers and I pray that You would use me to fulfill Your purposes You have in me. I have faith that You have great plans for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is a note posted by Dan, my really good girlfriend in Murdoch on my 21st Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To my beautiful friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304924897554742818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SZ7hFm7gPiI/AAAAAAAABrk/jZ2w-jvcR70/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There aren’t many words to describe the best of you and of your beauty but still I have sat looking through all the days of memories that you have painted for me and for the others. We maybe just a border across each other yet we’ve come miles apart as strangers to familiar faces over the last couple of months. Today, you’re my friend a really good friend I’d like to continue sharing a friendship in all the days yet to come. We may be different, you’re a little dependent and I rather be independent but that doesn’t make you any less my friend. On this day, I take this opportunity to thank you for all the days you’ve always tried putting on your smiles for us, for me during days that treated us with lonesome. I thank you for always being the one who never fails to shine your radiance on all of us. Pardon me for the days that I have not been at my best, for the days I chose not to share with you myself and for all the things that I must have done to hurt you. I am sorry last night my words were limited for this rising occasion that makes you special today. So for all the things that I did not do, for all the things that I did not say, today, I wish you, Kimberly that may your eyes continue to brim with shimmering felicity. May love come by and may your exclusive loved one sprinkle contentment to whole you. I on behalf of everybody here today, wish you love, peace and happiness. Life may stream with many bumps along the way but you’ll always have me. Happy blessed 21st Birthday, Kimberly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With Love, Dan&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/5060218547388680694-7403067635018520526?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/7403067635018520526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=7403067635018520526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7403067635018520526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7403067635018520526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/02/7th-december-two-0-0-eight-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SZ7hFm7gPiI/AAAAAAAABrk/jZ2w-jvcR70/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-564725734045499453</id><published>2009-02-19T18:17:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:30:25.241+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Insufficient Love by Raymond Lam (Moonlight Resonance SubTheme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlpH8F_7t8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlpH8F_7t8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hiding within my vision, always lingering beside, can guess love is not present&lt;br /&gt;After happily playing &amp;amp; laughing, and be able to totally retreat; as long as you are happy it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of feeling is too loving &amp;amp; warm; to speak a thousand phrases would be insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;What if you were to hear it and afterwards leave&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is too rare, doesn’t need to completely possess&lt;br /&gt;Giving approval, give (my) blessing wholeheartedly, then let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything, both will have greater freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let go, in fact it’s not because I do not love enough&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything without reserve, maybe I’ll still have a good friend&lt;br /&gt;It’s already, already enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance, in the background of “universal silence”, just observing is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of feeling is too loving &amp;amp; warm; to speak a thousand phrases would be insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there was an instant, on impulse where I wanted to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is too rare, doesn’t need to completely possess&lt;br /&gt;Even with heaviness of heart, (it’s best) to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything, both will have greater freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let go, in fact it’s not because I do not love enough&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything without reserve, maybe I’ll still have a good friend&lt;br /&gt;It’s already, already enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, my memories (of you) cannot find an ending&lt;br /&gt;Let go! Wish you will have happiness &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, love is very deep, but I have already seen it through&lt;br /&gt;Can only possess when (you) let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I really do hate uncertainties. If only i could have a glimpse of my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-564725734045499453?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/564725734045499453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=564725734045499453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/564725734045499453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/564725734045499453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/02/insufficient-love-by-raymond-lam.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3343905234719638226</id><published>2008-12-16T01:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:41:47.569+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First 5 months in Perth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I opened my eyes, the only thing that I can see is the white ceiling above me. I quickly take a glance around my surrounding trying to reason out the unfamiliarity and sudden insecurity that I’m feeling only to realize that this wasn’t a dream but a reality. In reality, my current “home” is in this double room (Room 4b) of this flat (Flat 28), the Student Village that accommodate students of Murdoch University which is located in Perth. In reality, my little private place is at this corner of the double room I am sharing. In reality, my little heart has succumbed to expectations expected of me and I’m starting to close up within me. In reality, I’m not anywhere close to home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Feeling cold, I wrapped myself with the comforter enjoying the warmth and wishing for my sunshine to shine ever so brightly today. I have had enough of winter. The cold weather is unbearable anymore. It makes me feel so lonely and empty. I feel so bitter, I am homesick. Yes, I do admit that I’m a pampered child back home with everything being provided. The transition will not going to be any easier for me. I want to just curl up and cry my heart out. I’m starting to wonder whether the decision to transfer to Perth is the right choice. Why on earth did I ever think that studying abroad will be super cool? Now that I’m here, it is not anywhere near cool. It is just plain scary and I want to go home so badly. I am terribly missing my family. The night when they finally said their last goodbyes and left me in the student village to catch their flight back home was the toughest night. I’ve come to realize that I’m really on my own now. I’m a big girl now. I must be independent. It is not a choice to be independent or not anymore. Then, I begin to start recalling the night my friends came to see me off at the airport. Hot tears started to fill my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I can still feel each of their embraces which are filled with genuine love and well wishes pouring out for me. It will never be the same in Perth. It is impossible to find these people in Perth. They are all unique in their individual ways and I’m so blessed to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve woken up with the thought of going home every single morning for the first two months here. Every night before I sleep, I would pray that God would send me home and that I admit that I’ve made a huge mistake for coming here. I dreamt of my family and friends and it is a beautiful and happy-filled dream but as soon as I thought that was reality, I jerked and yet again, to have realized that I’m still very much here. It is usually the culture for study abroad children to not complain of being homesick whenever their parents called. It will be a disgrace some sort towards their parents for pampering their children when they were still in the nest. It is also common that study abroad children will try not to inform their parents if they are not doing well here and ensure their parents that they are doing well instead. I’m not in any way that kind of daughter to my parents. I am not like Wilson to put all those troubles he is going through here in Perth under the bed and not make his parents worry for him. I do understand that it is the supposedly act of a good child. As a pampered and dependent child, my parents would be amazed if I would ever go through all my troubles without even a single complaint from me. My parents brought up have always been no privacy and they should know everything. When I was young, I will never understand and demand for my PRIVACY without realizing that the reason behind this is to remind me that in whatever situations that I would face, whether it is highs or lows, I will never walk alone. Other than God, my family will always walk this road with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn’t really realize the reasoning behind my parents’ parenting methods before I came here to Perth. Student life abroad takes you away from your comfort zones. I’m very sure Perth has made me develop “what-the-heck” symptoms. Ever since I’m in Perth, I always wonder what in the world am I doing here. I remembered Dee (my ex roomie) put up a reminder on our little notice-board in our room reminding both of us the main reason why we’re stuck in Perth. Answer: To Study. I’ve always wondered whether am I doing the right course, whether Business studies is actually my kind of thing, the thing that I really wanna do or just to please my parents? Being the eldest in the family, I am not showing any good example to my siblings. I’ve been denying the utmost truth that I’m the worst sister anyone could ever find. Attitude wise, I’m a true definition of the word ‘ugly’. Academically wise, my siblings do better than me, yet, I’m here using up their education funds to make it to Perth. So, what the heck am I doing here? Since everyone around me are feeding me with all the advantages of studying abroad, my only conclusion is that going to Perth will make me a better person. Yes, that should be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I packed my bags and I pulled myself together, have a pre-departure resolution aiming to put all my bitterness, sorrows, everything unhappy about my old life behind me and start anew in Perth. I have to admit, that’s the fun part of starting anew in a new place where nobody knows you. Of course the first few weeks, I’m always very fearful of not being able to get a group of friends any closer to the ones I have at home. So, what I did was to participate in all first year orientation gatherings and within a week or so, I’ve obtained a handful of really good friends. Although, most of them are first year students but we have the same first year experience here in Perth. Our friendship developed tremendously in those 5 months together and I’m proud to say that they are my “ohana”. Ohana means family. If I did not come to Perth, I would never have experience such friendship. Dan used to say how funny it is for us to come all the way to Perth so that we could meet up when we are just staying in neighbouring countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Village life is very interesting indeed. I got to meet lots of awesome people from all around the world like US, Germany, Zimbabwe, Korea, Singapore and etc. These people are very friendly and fun to hang out with. All of them are mostly very open to Asians and know how to really have fun. I’ve had Americans playing football over the flats when I was walking to uni. I’ve went clubbing with Germans and Koreans and I promise they really know how to dance sexy and drink crazy. Although living in a flat with so many other people is a disadvantage like cleaning which I hate it so much because I have to clean up other people’s mess which I clearly never contributed to any of it every two freaking weeks so that I will not get fined when it is being inspected. It is worse when I have to do it on a Sunday night after church and usually after a party which I never participated. Kitchen duty sucks!! Like, I have to clean the whole bloody kitchen including the appliances such as toaster, oven and even defrost that refrigerator that looks like north pole in there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would say I should be very independent by now. You can laugh out loud now because I’m still as dependent as I can ever be. I’m blessed with really good village friends that will never see me pursue my hunger strike. My favourite hang out place will be the all time Flat 37. I’m almost a Flat 37-rian. I go there almost everyday and if that one week I’m busy and didn’t get to make my grand appearance there, the original Flat 37 residents will be questioning my sudden disappearance. Flat 37 is the one place I could run to for all sorts of shelter like blackout at Flat 28 (my ex flat), full house at Flat 28, Room 4B or even shortage of food supply at Flat 28’s kitchen. The residents of Flat 37 would be Dan (the ever so loving Big Sister of Flat 37 gang), Keanan (the Choo-Choo Train), Kristy (the true definition of gentle and kind lady), Wilson (the King of Blurness) and Yuwin (The Mighty Lord Avocado). We have indeed gone through thick and thin together in these 5 months. Throughout my entire stay in the village, these good friends have been supporting me in every way when I’m on my lowest point and have been rejoicing with me when I’m at my highest point. I would never trade them for anything for I’ve realized that at when you’re in need, only your true friends will be forever there to lend a hand in whatever way they possibly could help. They are my angels and I wish to be their angel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Perth is so amazing. The sky is ever so blue and at night, the stars filled the dark sky and they sparkled at you as if they are smiling at you. I used to walk with Flat 37 gang to our favourite hiding spot, the “rabbit field” which till now I don’t recall seeing any rabbits hopping around that field. We would sit or lie down in the field looking at the shining moon and sparkling stars above us. Sometimes, after studying in the library till wee hours, we would come to this field and wait for sunrise at 530am. It is so beautiful during sunrise with mist all around us as if we are in the clouds. When I’m lonely, stress out and feel empty, I would walk out to the balcony and look at the moon and stars for comfort. God is just so awesome to have created such beautiful universe. We also have our night walk to Caltex opposite Murdoch University often when hunger strikes. Caltex is like the only petrol kiosk with a small shop where we can shop after working hours. I promise the Caltex worker can recognize and label us as the Asian Caltex fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potlucks are favourite past times of village residents. It’s more of an impromptu kind of thing. No extra planning needed. Cooking skill is something I developed a little. Yes, a little. Like, now I finally know the difference between shallots, onion and ginger. I have not learned how to use the knife properly but I am now so much in relief that I can actually cook something edible. The kitchen now is my laboratory to experiment all kinds of ingredients that can be transformed into an edible decent dish that deserves a well done compliment. Although I only cook when my groceries are going to expire the next day and thus I cook in bulk, I am still very proud of myself. Talking about potlucks, we will never forget to include these two guys who are ever so hilarious and entertaining, which are Yeap and Yeow (the YES brothers from Penang KDU College). They are not only entertaining but helpful, friendly and are good cooks too. They can cook really good curry chicken, Chinese dishes and the unforgettable claypot chicken rice. Yeow is an amazing Chinese doctor I always seek in Perth. Like, he knows what sickness you have by sensing your hearbeat. He is good at traditional massaging, like he knows which muscle, which bones that is related to all your health issues. Yeap has big expression and it even more entertaining when we played the 007 Bang game. Along with other friends like Sean Brian McMahon (the youngest among us that never fails to entertain me), Mindy (landlady of Yuwin, Wilson and David), Victor (the feminine good looking dude), David (the anti Swedish but IKEA fan), Mun Yoke and April (accounting twins), we would have potlucks and birthday parties filled with great fellowship and drinking games. Yes, we’ve definitely played some truth or dare games with confessions, moment of truths spilling all over and of course everyone got dared to kiss someone a couple of times. Speaking of Drinking games, I’ve finally realized that I’m not too bad in holding my liquor. At my own flat, Flat 28, I’ve had drinking competition with my flatmates which are Australians and Americans and I’m proud to say at the end of the night, I’m still very much sober. Oh yes, I’ve also have a collection of alcohol bottles on top of my cupboards in my kitchen. The bottleshop near our uni, which is called Thirsty Camel is a drive through shop and it is cheap. A pack of goon (cheap wine) is only like AUD 12 for like 1-2 litres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study wise, it’s pretty challenging in Perth because you do not know the lecturer well and their expectation of you. They DO NOT SPOONFEED. YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. Lectures are shorter than tutorials which are a total opposite system of KDU. I managed to get decent group mates and decent results. I’ve learned to write a proper assignment, do proper research and think, think and think!! My brain still hurts when I recall of those painful moments cracking my brain for those bloody marketing reports that my lecturer is never satisfied with. Lecturers in this country have more power even though we students pay their salaries. Lecturers can walk out of class as when they wanted. I was truly amazed. Furthermore, everything is done online to SAVE THE TREES. Save the ENVIRONMENT. From enrolment to submitting assignments are all done online. Students in uni can dress as whatever they want to such as Gothic, horny, half naked or even powepuff girl style. Yes, I saw Blossom. The university is huge and every Tuesday, I have to walk down two hills to get to my lecture hall which is located at the Veterinary School. I’m always questioning why I should go through this trouble to get to a vet school when I’m a business student. Well, that’s why bicycles are the main transportation method of students here. Save the earth, Save Mother Nature. By the way, at the Vet school, I saw horses with raincoats. It seems that Australia treasures their heritage animals so much, they even put raincoats on their horses, I think I saw Black Beauty with raincoat. Frankly, there are fewer cars on the road compared to Malaysia because the public transportation in Perth is so much more efficient than Malaysia. The buses do stop at bus stops in Perth. In contributing to the effort of saving the environment, when you go buy groceries, you are encouraged to bring your own grocery bag. By the way, when paying for your groceries, you do not need to bring cash because you can pay through eftpos (debit card). There’s this terminal where you slot in you card and then type in your pin number and tadaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 5 months in Perth have been filled with rainbows and portholes as well. I’m not good with directions, I admit. Whenever I’m lost and fall down, I always have good friends like Dan and Yuwin to look for me and bring me up to my feet again. When I’m hungry and weak, they will be there with extra food for me to give me strength. When I’m doing things wrong, they will correct me even though it hurts. I thank God so much to have blessed me with such great friends. I really hope to meet more people like them in the future wherever I’m going to end up in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/5060218547388680694-3343905234719638226?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3343905234719638226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3343905234719638226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3343905234719638226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3343905234719638226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-5-months-in-perth.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-2617250656666173610</id><published>2008-08-10T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:48:08.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You guys must be wondering when will i ever update my blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know when will I ever do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still trying very hard to make this place a 'home' for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People said that "home is where the heart is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wonder...if that is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, you would have to help me answer that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Proverbs 3:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-God, this is the time when i need you most-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/5060218547388680694-2617250656666173610?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/2617250656666173610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=2617250656666173610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2617250656666173610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2617250656666173610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-guys-must-be-wondering-when-will-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5370015481209887331</id><published>2008-07-12T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:21.177+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS YOU, JONATHAN SO...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222027791257928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHhem9ElhKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pt098ZTHyic/s400/P1000521_blog+(Kim%27s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have been chatting with him a lot these days. He being an uncle.. nyehehe.. kept reminding me what to bring there and repeating the exact same sentence : "You'll have many friends here.." and "You better do well in your studies here" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uncle enough?? but i miss his uncle-ness.. HAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathan said this a few minutes ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee kiyay [gonna have McD for dinner] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ian cries over everything la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kimmy lee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got a bit moody, and he cracked me up with this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nGbUXxP6bk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nGbUXxP6bk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, you are one true friend. We all miss you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps: will update on genting's post once i got the piccies..&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/5060218547388680694-5370015481209887331?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5370015481209887331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5370015481209887331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5370015481209887331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5370015481209887331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you-jonathan-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHhem9ElhKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pt098ZTHyic/s72-c/P1000521_blog+(Kim%27s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5779553053163324607</id><published>2008-07-08T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:26.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Singapore with Lee San two weeks after finals. Man, I love Singapore!! but.. i won't stay there, heh... i think cuz it is too small of a country and everyone is always rushing to somewhere. I love the MRT and bus system, so efficient. I bought myself an EZLink card, juz touch and go, anywhere, everywhere. A car is not a necessity in Singapore. There are no LALAs in Singapore. Singaporeans fashion sense is so much better than ahem... and and the escalators are so much faster because people there are all rushing all the time and because the country is small, there are many people in every places, so yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I stayed at Lee San's uncle's place. They stay at a more well to do place which is @ Ang Mo Kio, Serangoon Ave 2. So, when we first arrived and waited quite some time for a taxi. Even the taxi's are different than Malaysia's taxis. Inside the cab, they have this small monitor which Malaysia's cabs don't have it at all. So much difference for a NEIGBOURING country, huh?? The taxi driver sped like hell as if he is rushing to err.. forget it. So, they even have magazines at the backseat for tourist notifying them on the happening places in Singapore. Yea, Backseat Passengers...YOU MUST FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS even in cabs and buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we have reached the condo, we entered into the elevator. YES, Singapore's elevator is so much smaller. An interesting thing is that the elevator only stops at alternate floors. So if you are staying on the 19th floor, you either stop on the 18th or 20th floor and use the staircase to get to the 19th floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is a very very cute dog and her name is SASA. She accompanied me every morning and night when Lee San's not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653024412889586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN8Q_ey8fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PanrK9SVYAY/s400/pic+019%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SASA, the cute dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sidenote: Lee San has a whole long facial routine every night before she sleeps. "Siu Lai Lai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So my first day there, we went to Chinatown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, we meet up with Shi Han (used to be coursemate) at Dholby Ghaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She brought us walk the whole Singapore unintentionally. Yes. Unintentionally. All the way back to Woodlands near Custom which is near JB soon. Why?? To buy ingredients to make Cha Soba for dinner. So darn tired, okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, our dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220660497076396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHODD9UnIPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8oBg8G5k-Hc/s400/pic+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cha Soba @ Shi Han's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659429375736434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHOCFz07-nI/AAAAAAAAA8I/c_ExHAwPJ6s/s400/pic+004%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All mine!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220656070567671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN_CTSsNeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CC3t3eOOw-4/s400/pic+008%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654989867245714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN-DZXoYJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/rVb6dwzp8CQ/s400/pic+010%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After that, we've got a slight diarrhoea because of the raw egg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I CAN'T COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 2nd day, we went to Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220658526010493986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHOBROh4TCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xsjjl9oVZjc/s400/pic+005%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Read the signboard which says "Man, this is your space." Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This picture (above) is actually taken by a Singaporean who doesn't know the existence of a digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yea, Lee San's granny tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that, we went to my all time favourite in Spore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUNTEC CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;owhhh, is so much better than One Utama, okayyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was just so busy shopping so didnt take any pics of us shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hERE are some random pics we took in Suntec City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220660105410166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHOCtKQGv3I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5u55yLYrFtI/s400/pic+001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220657867618891730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHOAq51Ft9I/AAAAAAAAA74/GAecpYOvwwE/s400/pic+007%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kimmy : Look at the fish&lt;br /&gt;Lee San: It is fat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220655465561773938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN-fFeC13I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Rmz9Z5E70mE/s400/pic+009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shi Han, Lee San and Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653749995926178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN87OfRcqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Sh3P-ZsWyKs/s400/pic+010%5B1%5Da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is this water fountain which i grew fond of it. There is this ochestra music being played and the water just comes down with style.... YEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN7s9DXQTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/15yQDvm8XR0/s1600-h/pic+028[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220652405285667122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN7s9DXQTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/15yQDvm8XR0/s400/pic+028%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; No water. No music yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220651467194842802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN62WZFPrI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sVhFDsCM_eQ/s400/pic+030%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220650873810532610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN6Tz3POQI/AAAAAAAAA64/HRtINrzFzHk/s400/pic+032%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, with music and water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649549671251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN5GvD1PcI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7giGpHu315E/s400/pic+034%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shi Han and i, enjoyed it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220648820986491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN4cUf2MyI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Flaq1_YG7ac/s400/pic+035%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I enjoyed too much tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220646345013840722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN2MMx9y1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P1sDi4QBnGw/s400/pic+036%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN0bZCgl7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4PwNxs6sFcg/s1600-h/pic+040[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220644406979237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN0bZCgl7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4PwNxs6sFcg/s400/pic+040%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Look!! Dory from Finding Nemo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some pictures of food found in Singapore's Food Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNyLDTCUkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/b283tlpEoL8/s1600-h/pic+046[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220641927241814594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNyLDTCUkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/b283tlpEoL8/s400/pic+046%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; My all time favourite fried carrot cake. I LOVE IT, MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220641548540573906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNx1Ahn-NI/AAAAAAAAA5o/rgAQ1oZtZXg/s400/pic+048%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Supposed to be duck rice but turns out to taste like Bak Kut Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNw3DCArUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GCeMx0elNBk/s1600-h/pic+050[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220640484061392194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNw3DCArUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GCeMx0elNBk/s400/pic+050%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Let THE FEAST BEGIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Fountain of Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNv7dTf-xI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9snh6r9VTJY/s1600-h/pic+052[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220639460321917714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNv7dTf-xI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9snh6r9VTJY/s400/pic+052%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; The fountain is on your right. You have to walk around it three times while making a wish. Your right hand have to touch the water all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fun of it, i went to accompany granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNthaiKKDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lkyiKkblMKU/s1600-h/pic+053[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220636813878241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNthaiKKDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lkyiKkblMKU/s400/pic+053%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of me with Singapore's staircases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220640828115402578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNxLEu4P1I/AAAAAAAAA5g/GJrzQ0twuq8/s400/pic+051%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220642557865203618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNyvwjXl6I/AAAAAAAAA6A/U5Q1sbQrw5U/s400/pic+044%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220642206349270850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNybTDcH0I/AAAAAAAAA54/XNgLsKMQkhE/s400/pic+045%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite staircase picture is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220643738889450002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNz0gNfchI/AAAAAAAAA6I/EXOUuhz4AUk/s400/pic+041%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The blue bag actually says "ADD ME IN YOUR FRIEND LIST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-5779553053163324607?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5779553053163324607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5779553053163324607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5779553053163324607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5779553053163324607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/07/singapore-trip-i-went-to-singapore-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHN8Q_ey8fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PanrK9SVYAY/s72-c/pic+019%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8560247505618437376</id><published>2008-07-07T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:35.075+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;June 30th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kimmy's Farewell Gathering with High School Friends/ Piggy Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, that is what we called US. The Fantabulous Piggy Sisters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNptTb-ERI/AAAAAAAAA4w/jUxSQssaU-g/s1600-h/DSC05085.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220632620085154066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNptTb-ERI/AAAAAAAAA4w/jUxSQssaU-g/s400/DSC05085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220632502466580386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNpmdRhD6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/vvxatfDCSmI/s400/DSC05086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the farewell card they made for me. I love it to the MAX because i cherish simple things rather than you guys and girls spending so much on me. Simple things are more sentimental if you ask me. I'm not a girl that is too materialistic which sometimes, SOMETIMES it is not good. At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me with card. i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220621036501446578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNfLDOZr7I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Gq06AqbPNyQ/s400/n723031238_691877_5848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES, I CHOPPED OF MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered at Desa Park City @ Waterfront, residence of millionaires. I DON'T STAY THERE, I STAY opposite. So, i'm opposite of rich, i'm opposite of a millionaire. (Lame, kim...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220625053273962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNi023mNkI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/gdgzKlJUUHA/s400/n723031238_689919_5537.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am beginning to love Canon cameras. The effect is grand. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, readers.. this whole post will show you that The Fantabulous Piggy Sisters are possible profit-making models that if you model agents/managers don't see that in us, you are a LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. really. i'm joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220625205325265394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNi9tTc-fI/AAAAAAAAA3g/E8s763YVbs8/s400/n723031238_689914_4562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From left: Kimmy Babi (me), Anne Babi, Fawa Babi and Nuna Babi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i like this because everyone in here poses really well, with personality and that the camera is facing up. photographer: Manda Babi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220624846747845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNio1f7w9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wzzA6hirFvA/s400/n723031238_689921_6027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like the way Manda pulled my shirt. Feels sexy plus the red element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220624564727659762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNiYa5FPPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GG5krFro0rY/s400/n723031238_689941_2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another random and sexy red element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220624264111021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNiG7AfX6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ua4fkU-WopQ/s400/n723031238_689942_3632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623927816453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNhzWNnfCI/AAAAAAAAA24/SccOmbsixDc/s400/n723031238_689943_4125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623639001154642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNhiiSrxFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cXBnV9RWp-w/s400/n723031238_689945_5276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623374648027906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNhTJf_KwI/AAAAAAAAA2o/gnSZreIW00s/s400/n723031238_691851_2425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220622919325306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNg4pSlz1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/2Nwi-CYkCAI/s400/n723031238_691855_4462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Manda discussing important issue while i looked tall. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, BRUNCH @ tHE sTEAMBOAT. We never had steamboat together before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our very first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220635114060774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNr-eOF_II/AAAAAAAAA44/jjhpLG73xw0/s400/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220632206902894818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNpVQNpIOI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dI8zXit-sQI/s400/IMG_3519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Manda Babi is the Eldest Babi, so she makes decision on what to feed us. Muahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sidenote: Nuna Babi and Fawa Babi feels impossible to communicate to the Chinese Speaking waiters and waitresses while Anne and Kimmy Babi can't make decisions. Anything-lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220632386169061474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNpfsCBwGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pp_rv1MFrHo/s400/IMG_3517.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Fawa Babi: I have no idea what's going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220622416928185362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNgbZtyHBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HisPeP6WYfs/s400/n723031238_691862_5241.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I Like my hair from this side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foooooooooooooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNpGZY2fOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/UJDd3fFznlg/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220631951667789026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNpGZY2fOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/UJDd3fFznlg/s400/IMG_3530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220631630800706962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNozuELXZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/az0tEjm1yro/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anne's "ching tong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220631415136411122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNonKpzXfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/WK6iuTWfIx4/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anne found this and she look superly adorable in this picture. Makes me laugh everytime without fail. "Hellooo, Mr. 19"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220622255450128882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNgSAKagfI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zp6_6Qz5bus/s400/n723031238_691863_5545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hot Anne and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right after steamboat, we went to have Ice-creaM @ Natural NZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220621445947837906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNfi4iBzdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/2ZgaG8VTGas/s400/n723031238_691875_5164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again, the two lawyers dealt with the waitresses there. Ask for nice plate, nice decors nice this and that... Canggih, right?!! That is why we need some lawyers among us, for the benefit of whole -bona fide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220620891131508050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNfClrgdVI/AAAAAAAAA1g/v0DCsU-xInI/s400/n723031238_691878_6159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fawa : I'M HAVING ICE-CREAAAMMMMM!!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220291466608396210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIzbjsyR7I/AAAAAAAAA04/XDLdAubbSjM/s400/n723031238_691881_7114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sexy Anne Babi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220291165868819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIzKDW4hWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fULxLx0Ej44/s400/n723031238_691888_3970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ever so funny adorable Fawa Babi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIzCCfD72I/AAAAAAAAA0o/MmE17IUMuM8/s1600-h/n723031238_691889_4330.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220291028195733346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIzCCfD72I/AAAAAAAAA0o/MmE17IUMuM8/s400/n723031238_691889_4330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Sweet Anne and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290819516431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIy15GCfdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/chxc9C19P9E/s400/n723031238_691913_9193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this pic too. Card and Ice-cream. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIypgFR-lI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Jrdcdros4xI/s1600-h/n723031238_691914_9950.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290606643935826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIypgFR-lI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Jrdcdros4xI/s400/n723031238_691914_9950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Look how happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyiDZw6KI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5YuLsgdTpPo/s1600-h/n723031238_691915_619.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290478686136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyiDZw6KI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5YuLsgdTpPo/s400/n723031238_691915_619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Group pic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyaJ269JI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vpoKjxxLDAg/s1600-h/n723031238_691916_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290342980088978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyaJ269JI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vpoKjxxLDAg/s400/n723031238_691916_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I like this. I think Natural NZ should include this in their ad. Customers in red who happened to like strawberries coming into their outlet to get ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the playground behind to burn the fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIySBpt3tI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SHlLT2L6YU0/s1600-h/n723031238_691921_4284.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290203338268370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIySBpt3tI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SHlLT2L6YU0/s400/n723031238_691921_4284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desa Park City should use this pic to attract ppl to their playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!!! The playground here has CANGGIH things to play. Not an ordinary playground. REALLY........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220290048114378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyI_ZdR-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/9KGrjgLfPiI/s400/n723031238_691959_1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like this swing. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyCCc3saI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PIIwLUqOc18/s1600-h/n723031238_691961_2694.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220289928674914722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIyCCc3saI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PIIwLUqOc18/s400/n723031238_691961_2694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I like this effect. Yay, Canon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIx3_RYo2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/WVqvwU1Um5I/s1600-h/n723031238_691966_2740.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220289756022743906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIx3_RYo2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/WVqvwU1Um5I/s400/n723031238_691966_2740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxmN-ZHcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/d8S1mbEz4zY/s1600-h/n723031238_691968_3306.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220289450731969986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxmN-ZHcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/d8S1mbEz4zY/s400/n723031238_691968_3306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; And this skate. Manda Babi is one superb model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxfJbarEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1HyN7WIAFOA/s1600-h/n723031238_691969_3591.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220289329252445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxfJbarEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1HyN7WIAFOA/s400/n723031238_691969_3591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; This is fun!!! Nuna had great time playing this turning around thingay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxTNJFCSI/AAAAAAAAAzI/3SBfg89yC6k/s1600-h/n723031238_691970_3877.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220289124090841378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxTNJFCSI/AAAAAAAAAzI/3SBfg89yC6k/s400/n723031238_691970_3877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of course there are slides. A basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxIBlZj5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/IwNZw7EY0YI/s1600-h/n723031238_691971_4280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288932009840530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxIBlZj5I/AAAAAAAAAzA/IwNZw7EY0YI/s400/n723031238_691971_4280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288817190652322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIxBV2XyaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/cR8JHWjZQfw/s400/n723031238_691972_4568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIw2Z_bB7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/21raAkPQ1GE/s1600-h/n723031238_691974_5148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288629323794354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIw2Z_bB7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/21raAkPQ1GE/s400/n723031238_691974_5148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwo6hTaqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mQm6FgAx9g4/s1600-h/n723031238_691988_8864.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288397537667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwo6hTaqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mQm6FgAx9g4/s400/n723031238_691988_8864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; cONTRASt. Anne is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwd8LpGDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i4mfhqjFRkk/s1600-h/n723031238_691989_9174.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288209005123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwd8LpGDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i4mfhqjFRkk/s400/n723031238_691989_9174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Love the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to chill at Nuna's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwUYICkfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dF1qEWt9ogc/s1600-h/n723031238_691991_9999.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220288044707516914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwUYICkfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dF1qEWt9ogc/s400/n723031238_691991_9999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior design is a classic. Thumbs up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwL_dLVKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BTTb52sQNMk/s1600-h/n723031238_691992_326.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220287900646331554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIwL_dLVKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BTTb52sQNMk/s400/n723031238_691992_326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIv9h0To4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/v9uAN5ohFr0/s1600-h/n723031238_691993_661.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220287652172112770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIv9h0To4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/v9uAN5ohFr0/s400/n723031238_691993_661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Presenting WILD HOGS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIv0quHtCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/p9p9nJ35qVA/s1600-h/n723031238_691994_993.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220287499943261218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIv0quHtCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/p9p9nJ35qVA/s400/n723031238_691994_993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220287312987612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvpyQa5QI/AAAAAAAAAx4/LCDZkKhecPM/s400/n723031238_691995_1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Presenting the big shades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvITsZ8TI/AAAAAAAAAxo/MGBig-_XdQk/s1600-h/n723031238_692234_248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286737847808306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvITsZ8TI/AAAAAAAAAxo/MGBig-_XdQk/s400/n723031238_692234_248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Anne Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvBBHV3cI/AAAAAAAAAxg/l-pIYySATdw/s1600-h/n723031238_692235_862.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286612601429442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvBBHV3cI/AAAAAAAAAxg/l-pIYySATdw/s400/n723031238_692235_862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Manda Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIu1p0bciI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1rvKhj2RnR8/s1600-h/n723031238_692236_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286417369526818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIu1p0bciI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1rvKhj2RnR8/s400/n723031238_692236_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Fawa Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIuqm-eL8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aotyGIM2ogQ/s1600-h/n723031238_692237_2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286227627782082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIuqm-eL8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aotyGIM2ogQ/s400/n723031238_692237_2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Nuna Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIuVBHT8PI/AAAAAAAAAxI/5RbJUAtzZgY/s1600-h/n723031238_692238_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285856687059186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIuVBHT8PI/AAAAAAAAAxI/5RbJUAtzZgY/s400/n723031238_692238_2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Kimmy Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that, I went back to Waterfront to get Big Apple doughnats for them as an appreciation from me to them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220626087033405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNjxB7DfxI/AAAAAAAAA3w/a4_wFM7ybvI/s400/IMG_3725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We went to the Menjalara Lake to "picnic" there and also to tempt the people who are jogging .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Evil, heh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285340414970290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIt292dCbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Vnm7D_SqbT4/s400/n723031238_694489_1621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, they look so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, Manda got emo because she saw her RIVAL. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHItpWwShhI/AAAAAAAAAww/fnnPQeQUXdo/s1600-h/n723031238_694491_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285106581833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHItpWwShhI/AAAAAAAAAww/fnnPQeQUXdo/s400/n723031238_694491_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I am EMO now.. Get lost!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285463966326338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIt-KHZHkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/w3-Xqtl_-KI/s400/n723031238_694488_1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kimmy love Almonds. I like this picture too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PRESENTING THE BEST PICTURE OF THE DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286926402129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHIvTSHQjuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/R97w7MV-VdE/s400/n723031238_692157_5147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHANk you for all the great times, girls.. I love all of you and will never forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God has a reason for us to be good friends through out all these trying times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5060218547388680694-8560247505618437376?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8560247505618437376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8560247505618437376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8560247505618437376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8560247505618437376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-30th-2008-kimmys-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHNptTb-ERI/AAAAAAAAA4w/jUxSQssaU-g/s72-c/DSC05085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-7322933948018089389</id><published>2008-07-06T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:36.690+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After my finals have ended on the 13th of June, 2008, my parents took me to Kedah for the first time to see my sister. If you readers don't know, my sis went to Kedah last April to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yea, i really need the get away from everything in Kay Elle (KL). Finals was not even okayyy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, how's Kedah you would ask. Haha. Let's just say, It was better than okay. Laugh out loud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The journey up north was pain in the arse. Hours of travelling on a highway with only bushes/trees/palm oils plantations/paddy fields on each side of the highway. I'm thinking that Malaysia has too many trees, now. When we have reached Sungai Petani, called my sister "Oi, coming to get you, get ready" Her Uni is huge!! Seeing that it was my very first time stepping on to Kedah land, my sis brought me around and the first stop is her apartment. We have to climb around ten flights of staircases to get to her apartment. Thank god for the bit of stamina i gained from regular jogs, i wasn't that breathless compared to my parents. Sis's room is Really clean, wei!! I am very satisfied with the cleanliness of her apartment, her Uni and even more impressed with the security. Students there have to register and de-register themselves whenever they enter or exit the Uni and also inform where they are heading to and what date and time they will return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After that, we went for lunch at SP, shopped at tesco for some necessities and soon after we checked into a hotel. The first thing i did was to search for the swimming pool. That is the essence of any hotel, okay!! Yes, they have a swimming pool and i quickly changed and the next thing i know is that my siblings and i are swimming and relaxing in the pool. Wow, i really love it because it has been a while that i ever touched chlorine water. nyehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Food is terrible, forgive me kedah-rians. Maybe it is because we do not know where to search for good food. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Right after dinner, my parents and granny went back to the hotel room to clean up before getting into bed. Us, kids didnt. We went to the pool side and do some catching up with each other. My, I tell you folks... it was good. We chatted so long till Mom called and asked us to get back to the hotel room and i'm like "Hello, Mom.. we are just downstairs and besides you can see us from your window." LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of course we didnt go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We camwhored. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220849684311978866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQvIGsgM3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/g2H4H_v-W4U/s400/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The funny thing is when we wanna start to take piccies, the beautiful lights around the pool just shut off!! We were like What the Heck??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220849457189357474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQu64mQB6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/FB2N23BEJKE/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220848062941444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQtpunpOkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/9DnY2Jt8l1s/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;While getting back to the hotel room... of course we have to snapped some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220849901333686322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQvUvKgqDI/AAAAAAAAA84/93gnMSZQiKg/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220850332148326002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQvt0EuXnI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hN4gwZqaXyI/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220852224053532866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQxb7-E2MI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pUazUDgtigg/s400/DSC03409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we've finally got back to the hotel room, we just can't stop taking pics. And we tried to be creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851972004287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQxNRA2lRI/AAAAAAAAA9g/NtKxVfYJxNo/s400/DSC03411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sis used her phone while bro uses his too but with flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out nice, heh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851716131331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQw-Xz_HmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7O9ce-xkB2A/s400/DSC03412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220850539476999186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQv54bu3BI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/9y2DAXGtnjg/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, sis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-7322933948018089389?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/7322933948018089389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=7322933948018089389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7322933948018089389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7322933948018089389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-my-finals-have-ended-on-13th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SHQvIGsgM3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/g2H4H_v-W4U/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3854700974756748571</id><published>2008-06-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:38:56.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you readers scroll down, you will see in the left column there is a calendar&lt;br /&gt;(her-can't-wait-for-the-day calendar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys who are looking forward to meet up with me, these are the days in which i am most probably be busy catching up with others. Text me, notify me, private message me, email me or write to me the days you guys wanna reserve me. I'll try to slot you in, somewhere, somehow. I know, i sound like i'm so &lt;em&gt;whoshethinksheis-ish&lt;/em&gt;, but the truth is, i really do want to catch up with all of you whenever there is an opportunity but i also need time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've prepared almost (i think) everything that i could but not my heart. I am not prepared for my transition to Perth yet. I am having mixed feeling altogether from excitement to fear and sadness. So, i'm on my knees, begging for you guys to give me some day off. Let me have a few days for myself- gather my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy right after i'm done with finals. Mom took me out everyday to buy this and that to pack. Mom treated and cooked good food everyday because she thinks that i'm not going to enjoy good and healthy food once im in Perth. Friends took and is taking me out to here and there and of course eat and eat. So, you see... I am the perfect pig. Fat and pink. &lt;em&gt;Eat me for a change&lt;/em&gt;. muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to DHL, ss2 today to courier some documents to my Uni in Perth. I am very satisfied with the customer service being delivered to me and my mom. Clap clap!! I've got student price discount, I've got my name being registered in their system, my mom also gets discount and assistant if she wanna send any documents or parcel to me in the future and the most important of all, I really get good service from the people there. Bravo DHL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having an enjoyable time in DHL, Mom took me to a Japanese Restaurant opposite DHL (she is feeding me good food again :p ) for lunch. Frankly, I've been to Japanese restaurant quite a number of time lately. There is this once in Rakuzen @ Desa Parkcity, another once in One Utama -the new shop with long waiting lines and now my second time in SS2 Sushi sumthing.. Haha.. not into remembering restaurant names. Due to influence from LeeSan, I've been eating Cha Soba for many many times in all the many many once(s) @ all the Japanese Restaurant i've been to. I feel like i'm made of Soba now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, Mom said let's go try out the new saloon "Poh Ling" in our area. She said I must go trim my hair before i leave to Perth for I am most probably not going to trim my hair for a minimum one year. So, yes... I chopped off my hair. My long hard effort. Aahhh, whatever it is, what is done is done. No picture, you'll see it in some later posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a satisfactory haircut, came home, took out my empty luggages, opened my wardrobe, grab all the clothes i can possibly reach and sorted it out on the floor. It was a mess!! My brother came home and his first sentence was "What is happening in here??" &lt;strong&gt;I am packing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Do not disturb me unless you wanna help&lt;/strong&gt;. My mom took out the ironing board and iron everything and placed it nicely in the luggage bags. I did helped, okay.. a bit. Well, i roughly counted and i have 16 new tops plus some old tops, around 20 plus. I wanna hit 30 pieces of tops so that i can wear different type of tops everyday in a month. Mom said that i'm crazy blah blah.. well, i still think she did hid some of my other new clothes she bought. So now, my wardrobe is quite empty with old old old clothes in there, therefore, if i ever come back to KL, i am so going to have not many options on what i'm going to wear. Mom don't let me buy new clothes anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i still have a long long list of stuff i need to buy and do. No time. No time!!! See? How to have time for myself to gather my feelings when there is so much to do?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, since i've packed new and nice clothes, those who are going to see me will most probably see me in same sets of clothes in the following weeks. LeeSan, if you're reading this... yes, the same set of clothes for both Singapore and Malacca trip. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while i was packing i told my mum that there are things i wish i could bring to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things (not people) i wish i could bring to Perth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Durian- come on... i love durians.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BQ-my labrador breed dog - i will miss all his cute actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TV-i will miss Astro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My toilet especially my toilet bowl - i can't do big business in any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mamak food and beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chinese food and beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My house - space, comfort and privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My phone number - have to change number, i don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My lifestyle here, my comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, i'm off to Singapore later, and then to Malacca after that. I hope i will update this blog here on all of my farewell trips and occassions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;p/s: if you have any of my pictures in you camera on any trips, please send to me, okayz.... thnks.. i will, i promise to get a facebook account so that it is easier for the whole wide world. HAHA... i hope so. I am a slow learner. Pardon me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;till then... muackz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-3854700974756748571?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3854700974756748571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3854700974756748571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3854700974756748571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3854700974756748571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-readers-scroll-down-you-will-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8510090401904492428</id><published>2008-06-19T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:15:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;t tagged by Anne a very very long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinosaurs come haunting me, let's just settle this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late twenties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can turn into anyone, who do u wish u can turn into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmm.... alessandra ambrosini.. hot,sexy and rich... muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anne, Manda, and Fawa because they are my piggy buddies and i miss them so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A place where there is a table and chair with two bottles of wine (Australian and French, Red and White), facing the beach with the sound of the ocean waves and also with the wind blowing at me - with no problems to think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be 2Bs - Brilliant, beautiful and therefore rich!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes and it never fails to cheer me up all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-ending Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10% to God, 50% for personal use, 40% to invest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;depends on the situation and who is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anne is a creative person (She can draw and design very well), she is a great person to hang out with and most important of all.. she is a beautiful person both in inside and outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil people who only values $$ and betrays and uses their friends for their own benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to be a judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you have a flaw, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A true friend will tell the truth about your flaws too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Loved ones, salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What would you most want to achieve right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get good grades in order to get good cert and good job by god's grace and mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What are the things that you're never good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;games and sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What would you want to be after you're dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;go to heaven-&lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;20. what do you do if your lecturer is "pissed off "with you and he/she is marking your final paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;write an apology "sandwich letter" to him/her. play with words *wink* and pray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:Whoever who wants to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yes, i did pissed off a lecturer who is marking my final paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so, what can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1st -&gt;&gt; panic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2nd - &gt;&gt; cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3rd -&gt;&gt; sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4th -&gt;&gt; pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5th -&gt;&gt; enjoy my remaining days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;while i still can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;gosh.... no words can explain how afraid and worry i am now.. i'm just hoping for the best right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hope &amp;amp; faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-8510090401904492428?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8510090401904492428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8510090401904492428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8510090401904492428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8510090401904492428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-t-tagged-by-anne-very-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3052190057870554437</id><published>2008-05-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:36.724+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SDatOw9lpvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/M9-ZAyUefbE/s1600-h/Guilty_Conscience__by_Redhotchillipepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I wanna pack it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;crush it down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;push it in a pill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and feed it to you every damn day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;you'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;winter 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you played a bedtime story on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my plan backfired and i played with fire. unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to me now. Not even your signature smile can brighten up my days now. Oh, i &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;definitely interested in you, but too bad that i found out the other side of you. You do not believe in being sincere, do you?? I am &lt;u&gt;so not&lt;/u&gt; interested to play games with you anymore because, let me repeat myself, you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to me now. And just so you know, you look darn pathetic now no matter how much you melted my heart before. You, my shining star, has just turned everything to darkness. Pfft... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A very disgusted friend to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;p/s: i just found out that you are 'darn rich gay heartbreaker'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&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/5060218547388680694-3052190057870554437?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3052190057870554437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3052190057870554437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3052190057870554437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3052190057870554437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/05/deviantart-you-played-bedtime-story-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-7898084155426443645</id><published>2008-05-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:36.961+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SDF_ikqx6uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LDF1xhWcy6o/s1600-h/Bitterness_by_Nonnetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202079276525021922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SDF_ikqx6uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LDF1xhWcy6o/s400/Bitterness_by_Nonnetta.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Like a rose, I am wilting and dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I feel so bitter, exhausted and getting paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm falling from grace, I'm fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Everything is falling apart. everything. every single thing that matters to me. every part of me is being stabbed. and my wounds heals very slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;emptiness always has its place in every minute of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God, i would fall on my knees and pray till i turn to dust for you to hug me again and tell me that you love me and that all these are going to an end. I promise that every tear i cry is a sincere one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As much as I disappoint others, others disappointed me as much as i did. I'm really upset over everyone and not forgetting myself. No one is perfect that i know, but expectations and trust betrayed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My daddie and i had a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kimmy: Dad, what should i do?? What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Daddie : Kimberly, you have to stop sulking and move on. This is life. Learn from this, take this as a lesson learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kimmy: How to manage this now?? How would you manage this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Daddie: You have to show grace and mercy to others. What did the bible say?? Forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kimmy: Dad, i know but you have to understand that i'm deeply hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Daddie: Kimberly............ you've got to be humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;yes, i feel like a lone ranger right now. Every juice in me has been squeezed out. I've tried very hard to do everything in my capability to save the situation i was forced to be in. The least everyone else could do is to support me in it, but they didnt or should i just say that they are incapable, weak, useless, stupid, ignorant and everything else. i'm not being harsh, it is a fact. i really do not know how or what to do now. Drop the ego, kim.. puhleasseee... this is not ego, it is called disappointment mixed with hurt. I have a feeling, i'm the cause of all the ugly scenes that is going to happen very soon. i am so frustrated at everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; situation: I came early to college to look for a parking space but i can't find one and i realized that i'm going to be late for class, so i parked somewhere far. I walked quickly to college, and i saw many many parking spaces laughing at me. Great!! I arrived late to class and earned a glare from the lecturer. After class, went to get my car, not surprising, i saw a white paper decorating my windscreen- a summon. RM100 for illegal parking. Darn. Can't those MPPJ have some sense that our kindergarten has limited parking space? I am to the extent of burning anyone in that uniform alive. While cursing, i grabbed my lunchbox hoping to at least cure my hunger. Yes, another unfortunate event.. My lunch was exposed to the air, and yea, no lunch. Woohoo... and i believed god do not believe in me using a mechanical pencil, i bought 3 mechanical pencils for the past 3 weeks because they refuse to function when i get them home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Don't get surprised if you read the paper tomorrow and it says : &lt;em&gt;"Girl Dies of Frustration and Bitterness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It has been a long silence ever since i told you that i needed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I would really wanna know if there is something or anything left between the both of us now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Besides bitterness and pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nothing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Question to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If there’s nothing left,why can’t I just walk away from the spot you left me crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*the fading light within me needs to be rekindled by a spark.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;xoxo&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/5060218547388680694-7898084155426443645?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/7898084155426443645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=7898084155426443645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7898084155426443645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7898084155426443645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-rose-i-am-wilting-and-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SDF_ikqx6uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LDF1xhWcy6o/s72-c/Bitterness_by_Nonnetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3826404362391388847</id><published>2008-05-01T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:42.703+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi4P4aIx0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/SiGrvHIYLaY/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195104753151428418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi4P4aIx0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/SiGrvHIYLaY/s400/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; hEY ppL!! it's my 21st!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's Lok's 21st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he called me to plan WITH him,&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go to Sanctuary and all our classmates are invited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so folks, these are some random pictures.. (too tired @_@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p/s: i'm so sorry for not updating, this semester is exceptionally tough. i'm stupid, hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lok's 21st @ Sanctuary, Curve&lt;br /&gt;Date : err.. April 15th, 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195103520495814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi3IIaIxyI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bYyx3e6hMgc/s400/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acting cute pageant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195103056639346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi2tIaIxxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qM3bFLqGpno/s400/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195102506883532546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi2NIaIxwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NoecUF8grdk/s400/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kunshan was drunk the whole night. he was screaming at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195102128926410482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi13IaIxvI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9w1MT7UlzNo/s400/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Soon Seng and Melissa came after 12am ( they're fun!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195101480386348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi1RYaIxuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rcsvNrXxOLk/s400/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lok &amp;amp; his co-planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195101119609095890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi08YaIxtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QhyEmBXLxrg/s400/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;their quote: "even though we are drinking, we must stay healthy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(they did push ups on and off the whole night, waiters are LOL.. oh yea, kunshan was still sober -swtness-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195100754536875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi0nIaIxsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J8WpUK_NTCY/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195100312155244210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi0NYaIxrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bUjSHZU9fWY/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i love the blurry one though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099964262893218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiz5IaIxqI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gZthwBo3VKc/s400/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;birthday boy showing some moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099556241000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBizhYaIxpI/AAAAAAAAAus/lpecPhhFI0E/s400/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;they swept Lok off his feet *happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099148219106946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBizJoaIxoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7SQCU0sMnX0/s400/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;where is photoshop when i need one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195098658592835186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiytIaIxnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0cnqRbcUP5c/s400/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rebecca &amp;amp; Lok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097988577936994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiyGIaIxmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Bs2pmvwpCjc/s400/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lee San and Lok duet-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097627800684114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBixxIaIxlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/IzKHv_LDj6g/s400/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;rebecca : come on kit, open up, the ice must go in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097206893889090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBixYoaIxkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Ev_8I3EgSDU/s400/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;michal kissing lee san (the lights censored it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195095862569125426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiwKYaIxjI/AAAAAAAAAt8/If-YDPp3lnE/s400/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;bro and sis??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195095329993180706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBivrYaIxiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5wHxR388WVQ/s400/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;brennan and hp take-2 for the night ( they are being punished 2wice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195094367920506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiuzYaIxhI/AAAAAAAAAts/dZ0NPrAN7uk/s400/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;read the words on the cake&lt;br /&gt;it says : CUTIE LOK, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093491747177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiuAYaIxgI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nuqznqk5Cj8/s400/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195092937696396786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBitgIaIxfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kZ4q7Lrz608/s400/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cheers~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195092259091564002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBis4oaIxeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Dtprd5__Dwc/s400/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lok with all the girls in red (he is a lucky boy that night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195091687860913618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBisXYaIxdI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ukV4t5FUC90/s400/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;before Sanctuary, we were having dinner @ Vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister so much. she is doing fine in kedah right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195090184622360002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiq_4aIxcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/p4KMpfILaXs/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a picture of me and her wearing glowy sticks during glo's 2nd anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole, if you're reading this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the house is superly quiet, your absence is deeply felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee san and rebecca, remember about the black dress??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195089729355826610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiqlYaIxbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Wdi27dU-8Zk/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the dress is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;update pics of Easter drama : Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is how i am suppose to look as a Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiqLIaIxaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/beoM6HIrIow/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195089278384260514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiqLIaIxaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/beoM6HIrIow/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; this is daniel the pure devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the lead devil is Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195088183167600002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBipLYaIxYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0grEBEidG7Q/s400/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195088737218381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBiproaIxZI/AAAAAAAAAss/2a8HO19eQTA/s400/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me, before i apply blood all over my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is easy to imagine actually, you can see me looking like this soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-panda kimmy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;??????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just to inform you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199153871220501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SCca5kqx6sI/AAAAAAAAAwI/uIBTSG35u0k/s400/American+Chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-i really wanna eat this american chocolate cake-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visa application -&gt; ?? -&gt; 11kg -&gt; forget perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;come to a conclusion yourself. it's easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i find it hard to breathe for weeks. i need to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;busy + stress = suffocation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kimmmm, hang on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this semester, no mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God, please have mercy on me. please do. by Your grace, Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i need my sunshine too. Mr. gloomy, go away.. shoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-3826404362391388847?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3826404362391388847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3826404362391388847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3826404362391388847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3826404362391388847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-ppl-its-my-21st-its-loks-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/SBi4P4aIx0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/SiGrvHIYLaY/s72-c/DSC01249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8438386241643603341</id><published>2008-04-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:44.344+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought i'm weird but it seems that I'm not alone at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was chatting with Michal and Rebecca at the cafeteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've no idea how the conversation leads to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy : I count tiles when im bored in the toilet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Michal &amp;amp; Rebecca : Same SAME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(high 5!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy : and i thought i'm weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Michal : If i run out of tiles to count, i will start counting the boxes on the floor around the toilet bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rebecca : (excitedly) oh oh, my toilet' tiles have design on them. So i will analyse for the differences and similarities and will try to do some 'photoshop editing'.. you know, like trying to cut part of the design and try to paste it to the other design see if it is fitting or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy: wow... you girls are weirdier than me, wei.. How about with number plates?? I will do addition, subtraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Michal and Rebecca : Same!! but we also do multiplication and division too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy : '_______' do u also do differentiation, probabilities.. dy/dx?? (sarcasm is my middle name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(cannot, i must win this conversation. I wanna be the weirdest of them all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kimmy sracthed her head thinking of other weird things she does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy : How about this... I will imagine my car is hopping when i see shadows of trees and lamp-post on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rebecca : Me too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kimmy : ...... and i will imagine that a piano with two pedals are the same as an automatic car. The accelerator will make the piano go louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Michal and Rebecca : &lt;em&gt;err.. wow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I have a Marketing test next monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kelly : Miss, what area should we focus on for the test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lecturer : &lt;em&gt;I don't know....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the whole class looked at the &lt;strong&gt;clueless&lt;/strong&gt; lecturer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'_________________'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kimmy goes : huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, i was going to start on my revision for Marketing cluelessly.. and then i took out a yellow paper and a marker pen and wrote this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184551381760757938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M6A0WcULI/AAAAAAAAArk/EJgNa3RqjeI/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i pasted it on the wall at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"i still find it hard that i'm everything a pig can be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;few misc. piccies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184552537106960578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M7EEWcUMI/AAAAAAAAArs/Je0nQUZKhdk/s400/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is a picture of me with the World's Smallest Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;even my face is bigger than the monkey... great!! (kim.. it is the WORLD'S SMALLEST monkey..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184552958013755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M7ckWcUNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_X2KkIAEVbU/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anne and me camwhoring b4 we depart to Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184553310201073890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M7xEWcUOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z2_VzAFyouM/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is a picture of me camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mum says this one not nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184553473409831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M76kWcUPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lmV8ue-dkXI/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is nicer she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;btw, i just found out that my &lt;em&gt;mum knows&lt;/em&gt; how to sing &lt;strong&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;great mum. cool mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and, i've got my offer letter to Perth, Australia already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have mixed emotions. Excited, Fear and Sadness all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna eat rojak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps: i am so honoured to be your supportive push-up bra!!! you know who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okayz, back to Marketing. I.love.you.michael porter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-8438386241643603341?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8438386241643603341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8438386241643603341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8438386241643603341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8438386241643603341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-thought-im-weird-but-it-seems-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R_M6A0WcULI/AAAAAAAAArk/EJgNa3RqjeI/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-563185057434535905</id><published>2008-03-26T01:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:48.367+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I was asked to act in a drama on Easter Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What role you may ask. I was given a choice to choose whether i wanted to act as an Angel or a Devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What do you think? People always think that i would never have the devil side of me. nyehehehe... i PROMISE i didn't choose. The director said "Kim, i think you should act as a devil" Woohoooo...... Time to change your perception on me, folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rehearsals were hilarious. We, the Devils, have to crawl like a cat and walk like zombie(s), pushing each other. Other people thought that we were having crawling competition or some 'dog-fetching' game. My sister acted as an angel while my brother acted as Jesus. muahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, on that very Sunday, we arrived at church early to put 'some' make-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh my!! Imagine this... My cheeks, forehead and chin looks like i've been playing with ashes.. Black-greyishh.. my eyes looks like i've not been sleeping for the past few weeks or i've been punched.. my eyes were black!! To add to the geez.. blood coming out of my eyes and lips.. my lips were covered with red blood. I looked so scary i don't dare to look at myself in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The post-drama : My knees started to bleed because of the excessive crawling due to devil-acting. Skin peeling. It was so darn painful. I was going to cry when i was washing the wound with my brother but i have to put up an act (act tough) because kids were surrounding me and they were so concern. "Jie Jie Kimberly, what happened?? Pain or not?? Got blood??" For a moment, i felt like im the KID. nevertheless, they were really sweet.. i admit, i am starting to feel like having my own kid. sshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;With my injured knees, i am having difficulty to walk. I almost forgotten that church was planning to distribute 1000 loaves of bread to the neighbourhood near our church area. I was about to quit... but.. I withdrew that thought in me and went ahead with the guys. Under the never-failed-to-shine-sun, i sweat a lot (good exercise) and walked to do charity. Even though my knees were screaming in pain, i told myself, go on!!! Survivor, wei... Champion ah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743542596030626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R-lATEWcUKI/AAAAAAAAArc/N6DontplGQM/s400/Image%2528469%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;picture stolen from jonathanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was really like amazing race - Canaan!! It was really fun. Something that i believe every Canaanites agree with me that all of us enjoyed distributing bread together to bless our neighbourhood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Some good laughs on bread distribution: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There were people who wished us Merry Xmas when we gave them free bread. (it's for Easter, so instead of making them feel awkward, we replied "Yes, Merry Xmas to you too!! Everyday is Xmas!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There were people who when we gave them free bread, they wanted more by asking "Got Kaya?" (kaya is a kinda jam for bread)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They were people who understood that there is no such thing as 'free lunch'. So they asked "Ini Roti ada jampi, ah?" (oh yesh, oh yesh.. like we have the time to do such things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TheRE is also thick-face drivers, aunty on bicycle who asked if we can give them the free bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On average, every house has a dog. If the first house has a dog, the second house don't have a dog, then the third house will have 2 dogs. i'm sorry if i made it sound like some add-maths equation here..  Some dogs are even taller than the gate and with small mini warning sign on "beware of dogs". Imagine us standing far far away from the gate and yelling "hello, hello!! Free bread for you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Due to the increasin crime rate in our country, people fear of getting free bread from us. &lt;em&gt;We don't look like some witch giving bright red apples to snow white, okay..&lt;/em&gt; We were even dressed decently. It is sunday service. Celebration service. We were dressed formally or smart casual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;With my injured knee, i can barely walk, shower and even sleep. It is so painful and i can barely accept that im such a 'taufoo" So soft.So lembik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;aaarrgghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The pain reminded me on Jesus. He was being beaten till blood flowed like ribena. It was so bloody painful and here am i complaining on two small wounds. My pain is nothing compared to what Jesus has done on the cross for me. The journey to the cross was so long and painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I urge you to watch Passion of the Christ if you feel that you are far away from God and is feeling dry. Nobody will have dry eyes after watching this. i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-by His stripes, i'm healed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ps: happy easter, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-563185057434535905?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/563185057434535905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=563185057434535905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/563185057434535905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/563185057434535905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-asked-to-act-in-drama-on-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R-lATEWcUKI/AAAAAAAAArc/N6DontplGQM/s72-c/Image%2528469%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1174726220078727565</id><published>2008-03-17T21:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:48.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R95nVvcYidI/AAAAAAAAArU/8Kryp7--8MU/s1600-h/I_am_fat_so____by_Morgana88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178690244733077970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R95nVvcYidI/AAAAAAAAArU/8Kryp7--8MU/s400/I_am_fat_so____by_Morgana88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; i have no self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i promised myself to control my diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i didn't keep to that promise i made to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i have no self-control at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that is why i can't fit into nice clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i hid in the changing room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fear that people will see how ugly i look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like a dumpling, meaning that i'm too big to fit into that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and oh yeah, my excess fat just earned me a boohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm so angry at myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-assignment missing me now..NOW-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;picture by morgana88&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/5060218547388680694-1174726220078727565?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1174726220078727565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=1174726220078727565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1174726220078727565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/1174726220078727565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-no-self-discipline-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R95nVvcYidI/AAAAAAAAArU/8Kryp7--8MU/s72-c/I_am_fat_so____by_Morgana88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8475980677724759987</id><published>2008-03-12T19:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:48.629+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY FUNERAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i heard something i shouldn't have heard yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I arrived and the first thing i saw was that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later that day, I heard that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I left right after i heard that. It was too cold, too painful, too real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I drove home thinking of that over and over again. I wanna speed on the highway, as if i'm running away from that. but, i can't. The traffic was heavy. It was bumper to bumper. It got to my nerves too. I need to calm down, i thought to myself. I turned the radio off, rested my forehead onto my hands gripping tightly around the steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The next thing i know is that hot tears started flowing down my cheeks. I feel so crushed and shattered. I never thought it would be so painful. For a moment, i feel like this little girl running to her Daddie and laying her head on His lap, crying and pouring her heart out. I prayed hard for my wounds to be healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afraid that the next car's driver would see me crying, I quickly wiped away my tears and concentrated on the road. I scolded myself for being so foolish and idiotic. I told myself to grow up and move on. This is so hard. I wanna leave this place as soon as possible. I can't stand any of that anymore. Nobody will understand how hard it is for me right now. My self-confidence is at the lowest point right now. Everyone looked at me like i'm some ugly creature who don't deserve anything. I'm imagining or whatever it is, screw it !! I have to learn the word ACCEPTANCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I’m so far in dirt from the hole that I have dug falls in on me. Suffocation is what I deserve at this point. A silly death in an un-marked grave. They say this pain is supposed to make the heart stronger but at this point I want the pain to take me over. Suck me down, down and away. A quick death will be better then being slowly crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is when suddenly a voice whispered this : "be patient. Surrender."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It sounds so familiar. Jeremiah 29:11. Something about there are plans for me not to harm me. i hope so, god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh. the least i know is even if the whole world don't understand what i'm going through now, there is god who never change no matter how i throw tantrums around. I can only depend on Him even though He always puts me in really sucky situations to test me and make me grow mature. Nobody would love and die for me when i'm such an ugly person to even love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was the longest journey home even it was just half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rain, rain go away, wash away my tears~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Crushed, battered and bruised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like I have been beaten up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I haven’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel all beaten up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m finding it hard to breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Struggling to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’ve bashed me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m crushed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Taste the red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With my heart in your hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See the blood flowing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shattering all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With the blood that drips from my crushed heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll cross out your name and your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then ex-out your eyes, cause this is the demise of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Erase the red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The blood from my heart on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm drowning you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the poison of what we had&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827521711770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9fJM_cYicI/AAAAAAAAArM/V8J8SbF-PTI/s400/Broken_Heart_by_evil_bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-8475980677724759987?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8475980677724759987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8475980677724759987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8475980677724759987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8475980677724759987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-funeral-i-heard-something-i-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9fJM_cYicI/AAAAAAAAArM/V8J8SbF-PTI/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_evil_bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3304556554599420029</id><published>2008-03-07T15:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:51.364+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;!!Lighten up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896491747809026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9Ds8QQLFwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZCp3Yp68meQ/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;brighten up with a luxurious meal and some camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went visiting to Uncle Sim's place.&lt;br /&gt;He asked us, "What would you kids wanna drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything or Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897032913688338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DtbwQLFxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/y_WcmWXBw9s/s400/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Created by a Singaporean. Each can of Anything or Whatever can be &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;. Orange Juice, Ice Lemon Tea.. Whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Who is Uncle Sim? He is my daddie's business acquaintance, a close family friend. A very successful man. Every multinational company (MNC) wants him. He has been to many countries all over the world. Other than my daddie, he is a man i salute, the reason why i finally chose to take up Business Studies. I wanna be as successful as Uncles Sim and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He is now being wanted in China. So, my family decided to go visit him at his 'new house' again. He has bought many new houses and sold many. His houses cannot be valued in thousand but &lt;em&gt;millions&lt;/em&gt;. (please don't kidnap him, i beg you.. he has bought many gifts and paid many luxurious meals and .. i don't want that to end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;His new house is in Bukit Jelutong. And my, it is beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Everything in the house is rated 5 star!! From furniture to electrical items!! He even have a &lt;strong&gt;mini bar packed with liquors, cognacs, wine etc..&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He cooked a Western meal all by himself for me and my family. We had a french salad as starters, grilled lamb and beef with mashed potatoes for the main course served with few bottles of Australian wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the adults continue chatting and sipping wine off their wine glasses, we KIDS did some &lt;em&gt;'camwhoring'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896027891341042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DshQQLFvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DRVgv4N6s3o/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174895439480821474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9Dr_AQLFuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9NljLuvSwFk/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Since it's a new house, we, KIDS, have decided to take a picture in every corner of Uncle Sim's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174894851070301906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DrcwQLFtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/aLWZOH9iF4E/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Dining Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;okay, this is SUPER COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Reflections!!&lt;br /&gt;(the kitchen's glass door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174893635594557122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DqWAQLFsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/TXMwQ2UoPvo/s400/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174893137378350770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9Dp5AQLFrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/l9tmNuO1L2c/s400/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going upstairs!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174892785191032482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DpkgQLFqI/AAAAAAAAAps/z9z3a0DpfxA/s400/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;my sister is super adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we thought it is a toilet but we are so wrong!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;he has a CLOSET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174892024981821074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9Do4QQLFpI/AAAAAAAAApk/GffyOE3zlLE/s400/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ONE OF OUR BEST PICTURE OF THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174891346376988290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DoQwQLFoI/AAAAAAAAApc/ypkXssiwuOg/s400/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D5lAQLFyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xmenUxzJscM/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174910385967011618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D5lAQLFyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xmenUxzJscM/s200/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D6EgQLFzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/twhcD1SwDjA/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174910927132890930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D6EgQLFzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/twhcD1SwDjA/s200/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174912056709289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D7GQQLF0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/a2jTbxacN1U/s200/uncle+sim%27s+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174912511975823186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9D7gwQLF1I/AAAAAAAAArE/ZSE9_F2Kfnw/s400/uncle+sim%27s+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hot.babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nyehehehe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i've learned this from a self-help resource: &lt;em&gt;Look at the mirror, you'll see yourself and shout with all your might "I AM UGLY!!" many many times till you cry. at the end of the whole drama, you'll slowly learn what is &lt;strong&gt;Acceptance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting the Best picture of the night!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174890362829477490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9DnXgQLFnI/AAAAAAAAApU/su_aa9KF4_U/s400/DSC00377(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ps: Mom &amp;amp; Dad, Happy 21st Anniversary (21/2/08). If it isn't for you guys, I wouldn't have such beautiful siblings to share the love of 'cawhoring'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-3304556554599420029?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3304556554599420029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3304556554599420029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3304556554599420029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3304556554599420029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/lighten-up-brighten-up-with-luxurious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R9Ds8QQLFwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZCp3Yp68meQ/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4125394166263423801</id><published>2008-03-06T01:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:51.491+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever missed someone so much till you realized that tears are starting to roll down your cheeks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did... right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even a glimpse of you is more than enough. A glimpse. Even for a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If god would allow me to turn back time, i would cherished you more and not being all childish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A friend  asked me what am i doing? what am i thinking? why am i still here? I'm doing so much with the hope that i could just feel better, but, why am i still feeling so bitter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm in fact lying to everyone and also myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-If god would give me a second chance, i would give you more smoochies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You think i want attention? That is what people think about me when i started to voice out my feelings inside. or that i'm thinking too much. You are very hell wrong!! All i want is a genuine loving relationship. Is that too much to ask for? People that i used to be so close and comfortable with are now like strangers to me. I'm confused. Did i changed or them? I come home every Saturday and Sunday feeling so lonely, empty and bitter. I'm sorry if i've done something wrong or unintentionally offended these people. I am very unhappy. I'm starting to feel that i'm alienated because i'm ugly, fat and uncool. I really do feel like that. I'm not thinking too much. I'm really not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why do everyone wanna judge me? hOW can i just be myself and not be judged and alienated? I'm so tired of all these criticism and discrimination. What the hell is wrong with the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to the point where my mom asked me to leave this unhappy place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Loneliness, even on a Sunday morning-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm being emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HAVE the RIGHT to feel so damn pissed emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm best left alone now. I'll be all cheerful once i'm back to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174303245095081554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R87RYwQLFlI/AAAAAAAAApE/-zo8rhCc3ck/s400/Tears1.jpg" border="0" /&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/5060218547388680694-4125394166263423801?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4125394166263423801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4125394166263423801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4125394166263423801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4125394166263423801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-ever-missed-someone-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R87RYwQLFlI/AAAAAAAAApE/-zo8rhCc3ck/s72-c/Tears1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4313439714896366409</id><published>2008-03-02T01:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:51.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you think nobody wants to KISS you, then, YOU ARE VERY WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HE DOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172806444895342130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R8mADg_WjjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/J9zas2xtclU/s400/P2110363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he is so kiss-able. wet.juicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;who is he? LeeSan's relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Darn adorable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sigh. I'm so tired. Whole lot of things to do the coming week. Law presentation on Monday. remember to wear formal, kimberly. Marketing case study discussion also on Monday. Mad Mad Monday. Organizational Behaviour assessment discussion on Tuesday. i hate tuesdays because Marketing class till 6pm.Hope to see him on Wednesday. Another Organizational Behaviour assessment discussion on Thursday. Hope to go clubbing with Anne on Friday. she asked me a zillionth times already. Friday gotta pay Uni fees in AUS$.so expensive. not yet revise for coming quiz and midterm.shit. No time to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;p/s : Hunger strike mission failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i wanna play basketball every evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i wanna go walking/jogging after classes every weekdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i wanna stop eating that chocolate cake Rebecca's mom bought for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;dear kim, please stop crapping and do your homework now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;-okay, okay. will update in another few moons to come. i promise-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-4313439714896366409?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4313439714896366409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4313439714896366409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4313439714896366409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4313439714896366409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-think-nobody-wants-to-kiss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R8mADg_WjjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/J9zas2xtclU/s72-c/P2110363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6344555986466972243</id><published>2008-03-01T01:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:35:09.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I LoVe my Granny's Fried Rice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Her Secret Recipe. Secret Ingredients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You can't find anything like this outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;No. I don't have pictures of this incredibly delicious Fried Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why?? I've eaten the whole POT. &lt;strong&gt;yES, tHe Whole POt&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I regretted&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm going for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Hunger Strike"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starting from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Please support me. I love abusing my body. because life is so &lt;em&gt;unfair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;not only that. I will exercise. Exercise, Exercise and Exercise. Sweat it all out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastor&lt;/em&gt; asked me one Sunday : When is your diet going to &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt;, Kimberly??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;As long as it takes?? LoL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Don't worry, folks. &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; said this : &lt;em&gt;Kim will never go aneroxic&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;thats True. &lt;strong&gt;So True&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't worry&lt;/span&gt;. I will end up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; executing my plans. I don't have &lt;em&gt;self-discipline and self-control&lt;/em&gt;. that is why i always end up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nyehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave u readers a scare, eh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fugly and Fat. How.I.Love.My.Life.so.very.Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-she blah-ing away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love BSB. Brian Littrell.you.make.me.blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-xoxo-&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/5060218547388680694-6344555986466972243?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6344555986466972243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6344555986466972243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6344555986466972243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6344555986466972243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-my-grannys-fried-rice.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8491703823642930</id><published>2008-02-28T22:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:59:36.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Kim, if i'm you, i'd rather die..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"To an extent, kim, you are ugly and fat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- how i love my life, so.very.much -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&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/5060218547388680694-8491703823642930?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8491703823642930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8491703823642930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8491703823642930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8491703823642930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-said-kim-if-im-you-id-rather-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-1248052537159856261</id><published>2008-02-19T18:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:52.925+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her mood : Feeling Hot!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i feel so hot... wahahaha... not me, not me.. it is the weather!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr. Sunshine, i do love you, i really do.. but it is time that you should go. It's nothing personal. It's just me. I can't take the heat anymore... You're killing me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I admit, I sux at planning. All my plans always end up ugly. I wonder why people still have faith in me. If i'm Wonderfully Superbly Good Planner, the outing to Pavilion, KL wouldn't end up with only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;... both of us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168627654088338802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qnd4IyLXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/QMe5q6ziU1I/s400/IMG001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rebecca and I ^^ ignore the cleaner, she's talking to the wall.. Ehh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's just always both of us. Rebecca, please stop asking me to ruin our wonderful outing. I'm hopeless. pfft!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qnSIIyLWI/AAAAAAAAAos/Ph5gsLxc8a4/s1600-h/IMG024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168627452224875874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qnSIIyLWI/AAAAAAAAAos/Ph5gsLxc8a4/s400/IMG024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You wanna push up my spectacles, right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm thinking whether to start wearing contact lenses again. I really do hope that my mommie owns a printing money machine, you know!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;College today was interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Met the weirdest girl in my course. She sat beside me. Everyone else started to leave. She is well-known for her weirder-ness. Even, Rebecca!! I said.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO NO.. YOU SIT!! DON'T LEAVE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Rebecca gave an evil smile and left.. Thanks so much, girl!! Yay, talk about having each others' backs. Bluek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;She, WeirdGirl kept talking and talking. I kept looking elsewhere and NOT HER. To me, she is always like a music box. You put her in a box and when you open it, she will come out and talk and talk without knowing her limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : Hello, Kimberly.... I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : ehehe.. hehe.. err..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : You know, (she starts)... i'm not good. Year 3 is suffering... yada yada yada.. (kimmy yawns LOUDLY, looked elsewhere, entertained my phone ..WeirdGirl still talking..) and my dessertation... i'm afraid i can't do. And my assignment is about company's ethics, can you help me think of one?? I can't think of any.. it is so difficult. I am so scared. you know, like pollute the environment, marine life. yada yada yada...yea, I'm waiting for my class. (Kimmy: did i even asked?) And... you know my lecturer, Ms X, i don't know whether she is teaching me. I hope she is teaching me but then i am afraid i can't understand. You know, my Principles of Marketing, i failed the midterm. And, my boyfriend *yes, she HAVE a BF* said that i'm good at Marketing and not Finance. YOU must have the interest if not you cannot do the assignment. How are you going to do the assignment when you are not interested in the subject?? Next time come out and work, it will be difficult. *YAWN EVEN LOUDER, she still didn't get it* Haha.. DO you have a boyfriend, Kimberly????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : (my eyes wide opened!!) Err, do i look like i have a BF?? What makes you think I DESERVED one?? *rendah diri, wei!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : Your complexion so nice. Look at my face! Dot here and there. (frankly, her complexion is so much better).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : Waa, you think just because of my complexion i have a BF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : And, your body nicer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : What??!!! *that sound so lesby... used my handbag to cover my body, even though i know that i'm fully dressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : From the last last time i've seen you, you are so much much better than last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : Oh, thank you but if you really want to know, I do not have a BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : WHAT!!?? Still don't have a boyfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : *wth!!* err.. no, i'm not as lucky as you. *fake smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : Aiya, you think got BF very nice ah?? My BF and i got a lot of problems.. And there she goes again...... His mom very conservative, my dad asked me to be respectful. I asked him to go for my CG's Ball cuz I want him to go with me. Which girl don't wanna have a date, right?? Then i took him to this seminar on what is love. How to show love. Not sex la, yada yada..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy: *i interrupted* How to show love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : *she didn't answer my question* He very stupid 1. Don't know how to show love to me. You know, in the year 2005, i forced him to give me flowers on Valentine's Day. He don't want actually but I must force him. I also forced him to buy me flowers in the year 2006. After he attend the seminar i asked him to, in the year 2007, he automatically gave me flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy : Maybe because you forced him for the last two years?? sarcastic, eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W. Girl : Must force. Which girl don't want flowers on V-Day? I will be very jealous, you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimmy :err.. err... *i need to escape from this conversation* i think your class starts already. BYE BYE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i ran away. literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;met up with another normal friend today. JY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;JY : Kim, i can't recognise you today. you look different. Like you have a glow in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;... my mood swings easily. really. i'm more than complicated ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm the reason for the word complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168627048497950034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qm6oIyLVI/AAAAAAAAAok/dxUrCU6EWHI/s400/IMG047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;all smiling look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168626898174094658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qmx4IyLUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/iqAnGaR1X98/s400/IMG048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;another sec, all emo look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168626747850239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qmpIIyLTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oqhR2krMXRM/s400/IMG050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the next sec...all sakai look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;God is Love. He always gives me the fatherly feeling. Just like how my daddie treat her little girl. If i be good, daddie will plant me with a kiss and a hug. In contrast, if I disobey my earth Dad, the One up there will also show the same black face. I've learned to obey. If I obey and leave everything unto Him, everything will be according to His plans. Whether the plans are the ones that you like or dislike, i understand that He knows what is best for me. Do you think that He likes letting us go through those hardship? He wepts when those problems hurts us so. Only He knows what is best for us. He made us so that He can Love us. How much more can I ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've my own complications. i Feel that i'm a hipocrite lately. I dislike someone lately. I feel that this someone is a faker. I feel that this someone dislikes me and chose to be fake around me. This someone made me feel fugly. yes. FUGLY. that is worse than UGLY. I feel so down when i'm with this person. I don't even wanna hang around with this person. Mood Spoiler!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but, who am i to judge others when God judges us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love others, i remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, what can i do?? I tried my best to not dislike this person. but, it turns out to be more of like an act i am pressured to put up. I ended up feeling like a hypocrite. People said that i think too much. I wanted to believe that, but my instinct tells me a different thing. I am torned between my instinct and my rationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am so tired of dancing around the fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have the feeling that you should just follow you heart. Do what you feel comfortable. And never regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I regretted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I followed my heart and now, i ended feeling more of an idiot and a fool every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who am i to kid?? My nature kills me. What the heck??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why still those butterflies in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is there anyway where i can just be myself and not be judged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Myself??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168626460087430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qmYYIyLSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/e-ATJWIEnds/s400/IMG044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Passport picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168626271108869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7qmNYIyLRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QSmJWjj8ZuI/s400/IMG045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don't look at me-lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-sweat it out, kim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&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/5060218547388680694-1248052537159856261?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/1248052537159856261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8459567412197872131</id><published>2008-02-14T01:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:42:50.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo Happy Valentine's Day xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Corinthians 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentine's Day is a day of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For showing that we care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And if we read the Bible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God describes love there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If we speak like celestial angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;From heaven up above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All our words mean nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If we don’t have Christian love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It doesn’t brag or boast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love conquers pride and envy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is never self-engrossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love is not rude or angry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forgiveness counters wrong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love stays away from evil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It sings a truthful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love is full of trust and hope;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It always perseveres;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love never fails;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It’s faithful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To the Bible it adheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And if you give this kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To your special Valentine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You’ll be loving right in harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With God’s own sweet design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my forever Valentine Friends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentine’s Day is all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Special feelings warm and fond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And friend, I knew right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We had a very special bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our time together is a gift;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You’re interesting and warm and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And when I need to talk and share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think of you, friend; you’re the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We’re always true and real together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We have no reason to pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I’m thankful that you’re in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My trusted, cherished Valentine friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: my dearest all, you are all like brothers and sisters to me. I can't thank God enough for blessing me with so many sweet people like you. Thank you for sharing my joy, my tears. Thank you for being so true to me. Thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lastly, to my sweeetheart, Lil' Angel&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All The Things I Love About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you for the warm, sweet affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whenever you look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and the special smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you save only for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love that you always seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to have your body close to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reaching out to touch,to hold my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to wrap your arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love how you show me you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;by looking for ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to make my life easier and more comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love that when I ask you to do things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you try to do them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;instead of thinking me demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love that your favorite place is near me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that you’d rather be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;than anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you for more reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;than this page has space to write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so I’ll try to tell you and show you in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all the things I love about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: We have been through a lot. Our journey together was short but it was loving, strong and genuine. Our memories together will forever be cherished. You will always have a special place in my heart. Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;credits to Joanna Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Valentine's to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love, Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/5060218547388680694-8459567412197872131?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/8459567412197872131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=8459567412197872131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8459567412197872131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/8459567412197872131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/xoxo-happy-valentines-day-xoxo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-602895483425479030</id><published>2008-02-12T02:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:53.321+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165775336242294018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7CFTIIyLQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/MIJfabnF0yw/s400/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Heart Melts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He is my fav. cuzzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/5060218547388680694-602895483425479030?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/602895483425479030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=602895483425479030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/602895483425479030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/602895483425479030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/xoxoxo-my-heart-melts-he-is-my-fav.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7CFTIIyLQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/MIJfabnF0yw/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-7609712934777856660</id><published>2008-02-11T19:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:23:06.433+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Teardrops on my Guitar - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................. end of lyrics ..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss you, dear. I love you very much. I really wanna see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Very sweet, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;brother : Go die-lah you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pfft!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-pathetic self-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-7609712934777856660?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/7609712934777856660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=7609712934777856660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7609712934777856660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7609712934777856660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/teardrops-on-my-guitar-taylor-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-458634037754517341</id><published>2008-02-09T23:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:55.208+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas 07 Dinner @ Teck Wah's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so superbly lazy.. eat tht!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Piccies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Using my new &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nokia 2630&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164990143206141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R627K4IyLOI/AAAAAAAAAns/F9zo3Eqp1yc/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kim and Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, we do look alike. Like sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164989967112482002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R627AoIyLNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SVO7_ZSyNr0/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;David and Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The younger ones. Great people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164989833968495810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R62644IyLMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MUK_lx4_6Fs/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love my longer hair. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dinner at Teck Wah's was fun!! Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because my table is the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Funnily Weird Table"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was seated with Melissa, Sarah, dAvid and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three mentally-illed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very Very Important People:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1st man&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; "The Drunkard" who wears pink t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd man&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; "The I-don't-love-talking-and-don't-even-bother-to-ask"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3rd man&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; "The You-are-being-poisoned-and-I-Love-ruining-your-appetite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagine having dinner with them. The feeling is like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let's have THEM for dinner instead!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aaarrggghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I didn't have much appetite when there is someone who kept saying that there is poison in the food, a drunkard who took my number (i feel so stupidly stupid) and the most bearable of all is the man who don't talk AT ALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dinner was filled with laughter when there are so many comedy going around our table. I was filled wih Joy at that moment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The AfterDinner @ Laundry Bar, The Curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165650601802083570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R7AT2oIyLPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oAPk4jeZ2jk/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zmay and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164989073759284370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R626MoIyLJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/X8r_7qFiB3E/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164988584133012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R625wIIyLHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-QegdrW_L1U/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kim and Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164988425219222626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R625m4IyLGI/AAAAAAAAAms/KjTh5_39ATM/s400/Zmay+n+Kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zmay and Kim (dim lightings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164988180406086738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R625YoIyLFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ou733Qo5tUY/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There she goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-458634037754517341?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/458634037754517341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=458634037754517341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/458634037754517341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/458634037754517341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/02/christmas-07-dinner-teck-wahs-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R627K4IyLOI/AAAAAAAAAns/F9zo3Eqp1yc/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6933511432090400195</id><published>2008-01-23T23:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:55.495+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The 3"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;~if only $$ grow on trees~&lt;br /&gt;kimmy's mood: -blankness-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Loads of things happened for the past few months. Let's not mention about history now. It's a new year!! i know it's kinda late to wish everyone a Happie New Year Two O O Eight but i still want to... SO HERE GOESSS... Happie New Year 2008!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, what's new eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, I've gotten a new dog. Rescued it from a site.Breed:Labrador. Species : Canine. Color: Black. Very friendly. Too friendly. A he. His name is Bcube aka BQ aka Babi Bin Baka. Yup, it is a Malay dog. Laugh out loud!! Actually his original name is Max II. sO Ancient-like. Max II is in his 'birthcert", given by the person that registered him with his brothers and sisters. I figured that all his other brothers are also Max, IT is just whether who is I, II or III. My Max is number II!! My sister doesn't like the name so BQ is his current name now. It is a great joy having BQ around. He never fails to cheer my family up. We often laugh over his cute behaviour. He is the most adorable canine. Although he looks scary but he is really friendly. This playful canine is the leader of the ochestra in my neighbourhood. All the other dogs will howl with him every night. He is handsome and the most sincere dog. I know that he genuinely loves me everytime i look into his eyes. He is no faker. Not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164979989903453234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R62x74IyLDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0d3eKxdcCMo/s400/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't he handsome??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;, I've been working part-time at PJ. Working life is really tiring and time consuming. However, i've learned a lot of new stuff, experienced valuable experiences and .... hmm... Anyway, i thank God for good managers. Their patience. I'm a really terrible worker. I admit. I thank God for a variety of customers that never fails to entertain every day of my working life. I thank god for MTV. I've spent two months watching MTV 9hrs a day, six days a week and now i'm up-to-date on which song is top in the chart!! woot!! woot!! I also thank god for a great working place that has clean toilets (VERY IMPORTANT). LASTly, thank God for the $$ i desperately need to survive on earth which i almost spent all on CNY shopping spree. Shopaholic-wanna-be!! Well, TWO MONTHS of working is unbearable. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;, actually i can't think of any right now. I just feel that i need a third because everything comes in threes. ermm... ermm... Got it!! My birthday prezzie from my parents. Well, they got it for free though..(redemption) The retail price is actually around RM400 +/- as of Dec 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164980505299528770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R62yZ4IyLEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/f_gf5VXMD08/s400/nokia-2630.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 2630&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_ntype.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2G Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GSM 900 / 1800&lt;br /&gt;GSM 850 / 1900 - US version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_year.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Announced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2007, May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_status.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Available&lt;br /&gt;Size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_dimens.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dimensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;105 x 45 x 9.9 mm, 45 cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_weight.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;66 g&lt;br /&gt;Display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_dtype.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TFT, 65K colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_dsize.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;128 x 160 pixels&lt;br /&gt;- 4-way scrolling- Screensavers, themes and wallpapers&lt;br /&gt;Ringtones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_ringtype.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Polyphonic (24 channels), MP3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_ringcustom.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Customization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_vibrat.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vibration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_number.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Phonebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1000 entries, Photocall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_callr.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Call records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;20 dialed, 20 received, 20 missed calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_cslot.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Card slot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;- 11 MB user memory&lt;br /&gt;Data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_gprs.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GPRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Class 10 (4+1/3+2 slots), 32 - 48 kbps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_hscsd.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HSCSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_edge.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;EDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Class 6, 177.6 kbps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_3g.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_wlan.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_bluetooth.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes, v2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_infrar.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Infrared port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_usb.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_messg.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SMS, MMS, Email, Instant Messaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_browser.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Browser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WAP 2.0/xHTML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_games.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes + downloadable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adsnew.gsmarena.com/adclick.php?bannerid=25&amp;amp;zoneid=7&amp;amp;source=&amp;amp;dest=http%3A%2F%2Fringtones.gsmarena.com%2F0-003%2Fuk_en%2Fgames%2Fhome.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;order now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_colors.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_camera.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;VGA, 640x480 pixels, video(128 x 96)&lt;br /&gt;- FM radio- Java MIDP 2.0- T9- Calendar- Calculator - Currency converter- Built-in handsfree&lt;br /&gt;Battery&lt;br /&gt;Standard battery, Li-Ion 700 mAh (BL-4B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_standb.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stand-by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Up to 310 h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="helpW('h_talkta.htm');" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_2630-1973.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talk time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Up to 6 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It is a slim and elegant phone but the memory space is really small and no memory card slot. Whatever it is, I am already very contented to have a new phone ever since the old one that i've been using since 2005. Love mommie and daddie so very muchie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&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/5060218547388680694-6933511432090400195?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6933511432090400195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6933511432090400195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6933511432090400195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6933511432090400195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-if-only-grow-on-trees-kimmys-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R62x74IyLDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0d3eKxdcCMo/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6871948086179918924</id><published>2008-01-23T23:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:57.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R6x_YAzWV0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/lRiPG2lXTMw/s1600-h/klcc+with+the+3+pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164642923196077890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R6x_YAzWV0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/lRiPG2lXTMw/s400/klcc+with+the+3+pigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R6x_JQzWVzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zuEq_gAeS34/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164642669793007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R6x_JQzWVzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zuEq_gAeS34/s400/ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-Anne's 20th Birthday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Another Piggy Post... Delayed like sh*t... Apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158679859321788194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dQAAzWVyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3s9hBFBOrP0/s400/Anne%27s+20th+C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's ME with the sunflower (a sentimental gift from Manda to Anne..aww..how ssswweett... ) with Anne.. *she edited this piccie* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I.love.you.anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So.. the venue is at KLCC.. woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dP4QzWVxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JSc-rNkaqvg/s1600-h/aNNE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158679726177802002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dP4QzWVxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JSc-rNkaqvg/s400/aNNE%27S+20TH+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; Exact quote from Manda : "You are my sunflower, anne.. like.. like.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anne : Yes..? Yes..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPtAzWVwI/AAAAAAAAAls/BmqFEy9VcTg/s1600-h/Anne"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158679532904273666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPtAzWVwI/AAAAAAAAAls/BmqFEy9VcTg/s400/Anne%27s+20th+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Great time. Really great time. We chatted non-stop. We laughed non-stop. The scenery right next to us showing the night view of klcc is so mesmerizing. It was all so perfect. Perfect like non other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;We went to the park and took nice piccies.. Never miss any chance of capturing nice piccies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh yea, the sunflower always have its' spot in every picture we took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;How can we not?? The sunflower is from MANDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPkAzWVvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x8RFRIhpiOQ/s1600-h/Anne"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158679378285450994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPkAzWVvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x8RFRIhpiOQ/s400/Anne%27s+20th+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678978853492434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPMwzWVtI/AAAAAAAAAlU/AvgH23FNoKM/s400/Anne%27s+20th+E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678721155454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dO9wzWVsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dluOu4mgtgY/s400/Anne%27s+20TH+F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We think the tree trunk is the perfect thing for our bollywood style kinda picture. The effect is.. ermm.. is ... forget it.. well, peek-a-boo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dPXQzWVuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZfBDYxIf3kk/s1600-h/Anne"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678484932253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dOwAzWVrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/sfFRRrnHeik/s400/aNNE%27S+20TH+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got it from our momma~~ We got it from our momma~~ Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678321723496098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dOmgzWVqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/2yrxNWCemmg/s400/5+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 5 of us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Always and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Friendship does last forever, eternally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158677806327420562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R5dOIgzWVpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ddpTRMgYMvE/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yipeeeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Girls, we really had a great time, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-6871948086179918924?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6871948086179918924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6871948086179918924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6871948086179918924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6871948086179918924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2008/01/annes-20th-birthday-another-piggy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/R6x_YAzWV0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/lRiPG2lXTMw/s72-c/klcc+with+the+3+pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5243467792353188196</id><published>2007-11-18T00:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:25:58.997+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Ojtsu1iI/AAAAAAAAAks/YeuIpbkYhbQ/s1600-h/uncle+F.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133838106951079458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Ojtsu1iI/AAAAAAAAAks/YeuIpbkYhbQ/s400/uncle+F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Wh@t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wh@t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tHe ..... !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Laugh out real Loud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;My ah dee and i must be dead drunk!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, okay.. we are NOT drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Is just that my uncle and my ah dee celebrated their birthdays at my place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-The November Dudes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Grand Opening Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133837750468793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8OO9su1hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jEtbfGNviyE/s400/uncle+M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My ah dee received a big "ang pao" from my uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; We had steamboat party!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133837355331802626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8N39su1gI/AAAAAAAAAkc/n2frk8_GPJk/s400/uncle+L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133836964489778674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8NhNsu1fI/AAAAAAAAAkU/jw5P-qV-RJ8/s400/uncle+K.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;gawd... I love fishballs, the little eggs, the crab stick, the 'fu chuk'...and and and the that one and that one.. the left one.. what's the name of that already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835439776388562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8MIdsu1dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7ecsornQNLI/s400/uncle+P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adults table *look at the bday boy.. aww, he looks so happie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and and the Kiddo's table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; with pumped up energy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835864978150882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8MhNsu1eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ew1MpCiG52A/s400/uncle+N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-Blowing the candles ceremony-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;We have to put 86 pieces of candles on this little cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Uncle is 71 yrs young and my ah dee is 15 yes young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thus, 71 + 15 sums up to 86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yesh!! I'm a math GENIUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh lame oh me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133834928675280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Lqtsu1cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/a8iJS-WxNkQ/s400/uncle+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Start counting.. 1..2..3 little candles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Off the lights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Make a wish, make a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133834460523845042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8LPdsu1bI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KGJ7t7WMvNc/s400/uncle+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;And we Huff and we Puff and we Blow the ermm...AWAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133831703154840994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Iu9su1aI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4cAQVyAElt8/s400/uncle+C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133831325197718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8IY9su1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/adyq9KtsXuw/s400/uncle+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yipee!! Happie burpday Uncle and my beloved lil' brother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133830784031839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8H5dsu1YI/AAAAAAAAAjc/J6dxiLXKVQM/s400/uncle+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 'super-women' who have committed in planning and cleaned up the mess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&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/5060218547388680694-5243467792353188196?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5243467792353188196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5243467792353188196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5243467792353188196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5243467792353188196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/11/wht.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Ojtsu1iI/AAAAAAAAAks/YeuIpbkYhbQ/s72-c/uncle+F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-2709493526249685249</id><published>2007-11-09T20:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:00.291+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8HUtsu1XI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JvJEniiozh0/s1600-h/piggies11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133830152671647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8HUtsu1XI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JvJEniiozh0/s400/piggies11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Yo!! Whatz up??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm Back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My phone beeped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anne : Yumcha?? The piggies are back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kim : Sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Yumcha gathering with the piggie sisters" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The yumcha gathering with the piggies will never be a bad one. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Meeting up with them remind us about all the memories we have had once upon a time when we were much younger. Now, all of us have grown up to be ahem... beautiful, educated young ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, as usual... more piccies from muah~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8HCtsu1VI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xfIoAN20Rio/s1600-h/piggies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829843434001746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8HCtsu1VI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xfIoAN20Rio/s400/piggies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829465476879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Gstsu1UI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tpyX9jd1sug/s400/piggies4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829242138580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Gftsu1TI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ML1Mcg6uEN0/s400/piggies10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829014505313570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8GSdsu1SI/AAAAAAAAAis/Oxncl4fU-84/s400/piggies5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828035252770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8FZdsu1PI/AAAAAAAAAiU/73n5g7N1hss/s400/piggies9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828228526298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Fktsu1QI/AAAAAAAAAic/eSqeIbZCF8I/s400/piggies8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828469044466962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8Fytsu1RI/AAAAAAAAAik/3JCoyADk3O0/s400/piggies7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827764669830370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8FJtsu1OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/PmlpZOt4dnQ/s400/piggies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827592871138514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8E_tsu1NI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iM00f11Uz_Y/s400/piggies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; -tHERE is always a reason why God wants us to meet-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;answer: which is to have the most memorable, unforgettable and cherishable friendship in this lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/5060218547388680694-2709493526249685249?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/2709493526249685249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=2709493526249685249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2709493526249685249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/2709493526249685249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-whatz-up-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rz8HUtsu1XI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JvJEniiozh0/s72-c/piggies11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4623765846246256111</id><published>2007-11-06T00:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:02.393+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;!!CAUGHT IN THE ACT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129381258638264978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry85E_6uCpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/F29a4FLvULo/s400/OMD6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red-Handed*&lt;/span&gt; for Eating in class!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;!!hey_hey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; !!Objection_Objection!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:P@Rty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;P@Rty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; time, okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes oh yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;kimmy reports on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUS 240 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Cl@zz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cl@zz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:P@Rty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P@Rty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So, what am i actually chewing on??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry848v6uCoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k4x2cRlIxHg/s1600-h/OMD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129381116904344194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry848v6uCoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k4x2cRlIxHg/s400/OMD4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; Sardine Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I brought Sardine Roll for the class party and i &lt;em&gt;totally recommend&lt;/em&gt; you guys to try them. Very Delicious!! The Sardine has sambal with it and it is rolled with gardenia bread fried with eggs. It's crunchy and tasty!! It's 50 cents per roll and can be bought just outside my house. &lt;strong&gt;Thumbs up!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;We played some icebreakers where Yours Sincerely, Me, Me and Me is also part of the Icebreaker Committee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378054592661954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82Kf6uCcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bo0jMtlsmXg/s400/OMD13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IceBreakerz Commitee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;From Left : Wai Kit, kimmy &amp;amp; KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Wh@t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wh@t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; in the world did we play? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The number game&lt;/strong&gt;: if the number is 7, anything gotta do with the no. 7, the person has to stand up. Imagine when the number turns 70-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007 Bang! game&lt;/strong&gt;: point to one person and say 0, the next person point to the other person and also say 0, the other next person point to another person and say 7, then the person who was being pointed have to say Bang!, the person being Banged!(LOL) has to keep quiet while the two person next to him has to say AHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tie Tom &amp;amp; Jerry game&lt;/strong&gt;: One Tie Tom has to chase Tie Jerry. Tie Jerry is required to tie two knots and Tie Tom has to tie only one knot. The person with 2 ties around him lose!! Boohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;After that, MAKAN time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let the pictures do the talking, yea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379845594024546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry83yv6uCmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WIhgzQ_6EBc/s400/OMD2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the red carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; by the way, i love the meatballs from ayamas. i love the chocolate cake too!! yummylicious... another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thumbs Up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379712450038354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry83q_6uClI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5xvE5Q4UqoI/s400/OMD1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;kimmy with Lee San promoting the cupcakes done by Izwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;too bad we didnt take a pic of the cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Every cupcake has an alphabet on them and it all spells out to &lt;em&gt;"Pn. Nura, thank you for everything. From your OMD students class Sem 2 Jul 07"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379579306052162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry83jP6uCkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/x1hhRz7XsWY/s400/OMD3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell you a secret..sshh... as you guys scroll down, you would realize that Lee San (right) is always with food. Observe!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379321608014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry83UP6uCjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/mUR5DbrIfSA/s400/OMD5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;don't eat first, please give me your best pose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379089679780386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry83Gv6uCiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lIFuwn6ZfHg/s400/OMD7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;KC&lt;/strong&gt;: okay kim, stop posing for the camera, i'll give you the meatball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt;: thx, but i still wanna pose for the camera. How about i give you my sardine roll?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"camera flashes at the 'right' time".."kim looks towards the camera and smile..PerFect, she thinks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378947945859602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82-f6uChI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rE7TVVY7vZc/s400/OMD8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;remember what i've said about &lt;em&gt;Lee San with food&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378643003181570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82sv6uCgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qNW-tH-qpYQ/s400/OMD9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378471204489714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82iv6uCfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_KkPvZl2_t4/s400/OMD10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;and again.. look closely, she's holding a meatball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378346650438114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82bf6uCeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/NbthdOi4ssc/s400/OMD11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and again.. no, it's not the same meatball she's holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lee San, promoter of the cupcake, sardine roll and never-ending MeatBalls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129378209211484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry82Tf6uCdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2yDpO7Jq9co/s400/OMD12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left: Jo Sher, Michal, kimmy, Suyi, Lee San and Wei Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377350218025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry81hf6uCbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TpQjhA0ho64/s400/OMD14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nicholas and kimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;signing off with an invitation for breakfast @ klang -&gt; Bak Kut Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*can you see a rocket?* kimmy loves flying rocket.. sorry nicholas, i don't only fly aeroplane. Laugh out Real LOud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;end sem,hectic sem, killer sem, i hate sem, like NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-time flies like nobody's business-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-4623765846246256111?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4623765846246256111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4623765846246256111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4623765846246256111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4623765846246256111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/11/caught-in-act-red-handed-for-eating-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry85E_6uCpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/F29a4FLvULo/s72-c/OMD6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5384053022745397385</id><published>2007-11-04T17:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:02.657+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil' brother's bday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry2B9v6uCWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W6iMsBJOKLA/s1600-h/uncle+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128898448479619426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="279" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry2B9v6uCWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W6iMsBJOKLA/s400/uncle+I.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry2B9v6uCWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W6iMsBJOKLA/s1600-h/uncle+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My one and only brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He turns 15 on the 1st of November...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It is still so fresh in my head the day where my mommie and I taught my brother how to walk. He will always walk two or three steps and then fall on either one of us. He was ever so adorable walking in his diaper and a singlet, pink and chubby cheeks, baby fats, small hands and feet, little tiny toes and fingers and he conversing in baby language. The language where I once knew how to speak fluently. The language where even the adults can never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He was a Milo King. 8 bottles of Milo per day. He always drink his bottle of Milo while playing with the edge of the pillow and then doze off leaving the bottle hanging at the side of his mouth. He was the cutest thing ever. Everything he does, will make people go Aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Whenever I came back from my then primary school, my lil' brother will be playing 'kungfu' with his favourite stick(the one used to bit dogs/ thieves) as if he is really Bruce Lee. Yes, Bruce Lee with DIAPERS. HAHA... Well, my brother can really act like a kungfu fighter!! He also has his favourite soft toy -&gt; Mr. Bugs Bunny (did i spelt that correctly?).. that rabbit.. the one who always say "What's up, doc?" yea, anyways he only like that rabbit because of it's long legs. My brother will walk that rabbit on top of our sofa(s) and pretend that there is a huge monster in front. Then, the rabbit can jump, fly and do wonders with it's legs. Multiple kicks, flying kicks, etc. My dad will imitate his sound effects and sometimes insert the soft toy in his pocket. My dad and my brother will then play together. WhAt?? yes. My dad will tie his handkerchief around his forehead (like those Hang Tuah) and go sakai-ing around with my lil' brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I was so proud of him during his kindergarten graduation concert. I saw my lil' baby brother dancing on the stage. And the time where he refuse to go to school when he first started his Standard One. Everytime the bell rang, he would pack his school bag and wanted to go home. Waiting for mommie to pick him up from school. Aww.... My mum would always worry so much for him, worried that he will get so devilish naughty. So, my mommie always asked him NOT TO CLIMB TREES!! Laugh. Imagine my mommie telling him that now?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now, although he is 15, i still treat him like he is that ever so adorable lil' brother. but.. In actual fact, he has grown up. He is now the lil' brother who always wanna protect me, advise me, have heart to heart talk, entertain my tantrums and always stay close to me. His voice even changed, this is one of the most visible changes in him besides the fact that he has grown taller, darker and more muscular and hairy. Laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I always want to protect him. I always talk to him like he is a small boy which in actual fact, he doesn't like it. I think. That is what &lt;strong&gt;Joshua&lt;/strong&gt; said to me once.. &lt;em&gt;"Kim, don't talk to him like he is a small boy. He has grown up. Talk to him like an adult".&lt;/em&gt; Haha.. It's hard not to talk to him like last time, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, presenting the one and only Grandson of the Lee Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mr. Timothy Lee Shze Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128902421324368274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry2Fk_6uCZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/b_ksZS0jAoo/s400/uncle+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- nov.baby -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;p.s.: Didi, jie jie will always love you. Happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-5384053022745397385?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5384053022745397385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5384053022745397385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5384053022745397385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5384053022745397385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/11/lil-brothers-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Ry2B9v6uCWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W6iMsBJOKLA/s72-c/uncle+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-3908952885432493147</id><published>2007-11-01T00:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:03:49.777+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAPPY HALOWEEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;trick or treat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~if only&lt;/em&gt; dinosaurs wear pink bra~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;kimmy's mood : Lazy bum bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Feeling like such a lazy bum bum. tsk tsk. Correction - not like, &lt;em&gt;i am&lt;/em&gt; such a lazy bum bum. I am supposed to do my assignment and here am i giving 101 reasons on delaying it. Every action has consequences. Yeah!! here goes my HD flying far far away~~ to a far far away land called WhoCares Island (founder : Kimberlazybumbum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Had a morning class at 8am. Participated in an ice-breaker (if you don't know, my tutorials for my management class are really different and fun. We even have games and parties. REASON: team-building, communication skills, blah blah)!!. Ran all over the classroom playing &lt;em&gt;passing-the-rubberband-using-a-straw-of-different-sizes&lt;/em&gt; game. My team managed to enter the final round and we lost because we can't manage to finish their &lt;em&gt;finish-up-the-whole-plate-of-biscuits&lt;/em&gt; game. they piled the biscuits up to like mountain high, and and.. and.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;at least i tried. i really did.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Joined Angela and Melissa for lunch somewhere at Menjalara. Short lunch but it was fun. Thank God that we are getting very much closer these days. Cheers to cell group!! Missing them already although i see Angela almost everyday this week. We are building a healthy lifestyle by going for jogs at the ever so beautiful lake at Menjalara. Cheers again!!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mommie cooked "claypot chicken rice" tonight but it's not exactly claypot style. More of using the rice cooker and the wok. Whatever it is, it's tempting. So, i broke the promises to myself and dig in. It's delicious. Why does all Moms cook good food?? aaarrggghhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I feel so fat. I am that fat. I feel so ugly and god knows why i don't just die of fat-ness. okay, too extreme. Mom scolded me for eating these days but she herself cook good food all the time. swt..swt.. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-my weight kills me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm worried. Worried about my finals. This is the first time I'm sitting for exams for my degree. It is so different than during my diploma time. Don't wanna screw up any paper or my graduation will be delayed for one year!! I don't wanna let my mommie and daddie down :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, i know i've been a very naughty girl these days. Procrastinating non-stop, criticising, gossipping, telling lies, cursing and some other you-know-what stuff. Please have mercy on me.Don't be angry at me anymore, please...I've truly repented. Trust me, please.... *puppy face* err, Father, i will surrender everything to you from now on. Please give me the strength and discipline in everything that i do and tickle me if i'm about to do something that would make your face turn black.. ok? thank you. love you till bits. In Jesus's name, Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-love jogging. love sweating. the feeling is irresistible.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;back to law assignment. Adui~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-3908952885432493147?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/3908952885432493147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=3908952885432493147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3908952885432493147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/3908952885432493147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-dinosaurs-wear-pink-bra-kimmys.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5248409114989983172</id><published>2007-10-29T21:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:03.562+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAGGED... by Santa Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got tagged by krystal, i think... Laugh!! Well, i'll just do it before i forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First and foremost, I don't know why it's called MEME.... Why krys?? Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Instruction to this meme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Post a short blog article that includes a photograph (or a series of photos)showing the face behind your blog. If you already show a photo somewhere on your site(such as in your about page), then make your post more interesting and choose a photo that’s not currently online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Include links to other people that have displayed a photo,or include their photos in your post, adding a reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Tag as many others as you like in your post to spread the meme.Each person tagged should create their own post and repeat the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FACE BEHIND THIS BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126744445071264002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyXa6P6uCQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EWgp75kIX9Q/s400/Baby_Penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tHe Baby Penguin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, cuz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lam Foo Tseng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; used to call me a penguin when we were younger... Well, can't blame him or any other people who name me a penguin because i do walk like a penguin. Laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok, now the real face behind this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE FACE BEHIND THIS BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126746188827986194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyXcfv6uCRI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IqXyzqrt8dM/s400/Focus+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;huh??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can you spot me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hint: that blurry image.. to your right.. yes, it's a GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;another "Can you spot me?" pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this will be much more easier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126747945469610290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyXeF_6uCTI/AAAAAAAAAek/oHEuHDUXskI/s400/Prakashbdayparty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the noob, the pundian and yours sincerely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh... okay, okay... here's the &lt;em&gt;i promise&lt;/em&gt; it's going to be the..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RRREEEEAAAALLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FACE BEHIND THIS BLOG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126748761513396546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyXe1f6uCUI/AAAAAAAAAes/IDlAdNGFr2E/s400/xmas2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gaWD..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iS she RETARDED? for rEAL?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it's the real her behind this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes, she is a retarded girl. When you're with her, and you are not immune, then she might successfully spread the virus to you. So, stay away from her!! Take HEED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, here is the retarded girl talking, being so kimberlish-ish of her. She is the queen of the sakai tribe, oh by the way, she self-crowned herself. Self praise by kimberly is a PRAISE. She always laugh for no apparent reason and when she laughs, she will turn into a tomato.She is bad at handling her emotions. She sucked at being early and tidy. She loves to camwhore and her blog is seldom updated ALL THE TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sO.... basically, all my blogger friends are my friends, at least most of them. I'm not some world famous blogger, neither a Malaysia's famous blogger and yea, neither a KL's famous blogger. Starting to write a blog is just maybe a self-fulfillment kind of thing or rather pressured by good old friends around me. Just wanna update it for the sake having a place to spill my emotions. I'm not some perfect lil' innocent girl around. I'm just a lil' girl, next door kind of girl, far from jessica alba, full of flaws and this lil' girl is trying really hard to learn from experiences and be a better person. She's far from a B*TCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blog Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Little Heart Speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"My Little Heart Speaks" speaks for itself. This blog is where I speak out every little detail about how and what i feel about things or situations. It's quite personal but not that personal in a way. It's a very emotional blog but at the same time, it updates readers on the recent outings I have been through. Memories with good friends. This blog is full of pictures and posts. Very few visitors and comments. Not interested to be the next world most famous and influential blogger, this blog is not to seek for attention. It is for myself in a way and for people who wants to know how am i and so on and so forth. Not to attract unintentional readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why "My Little Heart Speaks"?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Err.. At first, I wanted a very gothic kind of name and design for my blog. I want to give the impression that I'm NOT WHAT YOU THINK I AM. I'm unpredictable. I'm not the innocent bubbly little girl you thought you knew all about. I can be the total opposite of what you had in mind. Later on, I decided that the actual fact i want my readers/ friends to know is that, i'm not just that strong, innocent and joyful girl they know. I can have problems and is tiring to put up a front in front of them so that I will not ruined the atmosphere. The most ironic thing is, I am suppose to be like that. I am not suppose to affect the environment just because I have problems. I'm not the only one with problems. So, i've decided to spill it all out in this blog and what's here remains here. I have to learn to control my emotions when i'm with the others. Thus, this is Where My Little Heart Speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kimberly Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Country:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7th December 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fav Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Black &amp;amp; Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fav Drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rootbeer, Pepsi, Wine, Cocktails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fav Fruit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fav Dessert / Snacks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ice-cream, M&amp;amp;M and OReo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watch drama series, shopping when i have the ca$h, jogging, listening to music, read a novel, play the piano, sing karaoke, blogging, chatting, and yes, sleeping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some of the blogs with photos of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amanda, Anne, Lam, GloCanaan, Joshua, Prakash, Terrence and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would like to tag these bloggers to share more of themselves with me and my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone in my list except for those who have already done this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Phew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-feeling fat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-5248409114989983172?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5248409114989983172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5248409114989983172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5248409114989983172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5248409114989983172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyXa6P6uCQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EWgp75kIX9Q/s72-c/Baby_Penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-7433714754819841989</id><published>2007-10-29T19:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:47:45.975+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got tagged by krystal long long time ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Perfect Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number one : &lt;strong&gt;Loves God and his family first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I believe that if he loves god and his family first, he would genuinely love me. I will be worried if he put me first in his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number two: &lt;strong&gt;Love me for being me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can be myself around him. I don't have to always try to please him and carry myself in a way that pleases him. I don't have to worry that if he knows the real me, he would not love me anymore. He would love simple things about me like my smile, my laughter or the way i respond to stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number three&lt;strong&gt;: Mature, sensitive &amp;amp; understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He knows how to handle things or situations. He thinks maturely. Never loses his temper or get jelly over simple things. Furthermore, he is understanding and being very sensitive towards me, my emotions. He tries to understand the complicated me, what i feel, what's in my mind. When i throw tantrums, he would see it as the adorable side of me. When i'm not in a good mood, he would question but at the same time give me some time to deal with my own emotions. He would know that when i say no, it's a yes. LOL.. He would also give me some space, not being all possessive but i like him to be a lil' protective, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number four: &lt;strong&gt;Emotional, romantic and is a gentleman (sexy...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. Emotional doesn't mean he being all childish. It's not that. I just don't like guys being like a log (kayu). I want him filled with emotions. I don't want a guy who have no respond at all. For example, he don't get even a single un-easiness when he sees me being extra close with another guy friend. Even if he trust me, i expect him to question sometimes. Romantic guys are sexy. He would know how to 'spice up' the relationship. Not only in words but actions too. For example, like leaving lil' notes in my flie or handbag are really sweet!! I love guys who know how to treat a girl the right way, that's a gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number five: &lt;strong&gt;Trustworthy, responsible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every girl likes a guy that she can trust. It is the essence in a relationship. He is also a responsible kind of person. Overall, I love guys who walk the talk. I don't like guys who boast and boast but do nothing about it. I can trust him when he is not around me. I will have the confidence that he is not doing any hanky-panky at the back of me. He would put me in his mind at all times before he do something that would hurt me. He is being responsible in that sense too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number six: &lt;strong&gt;Caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love him to be caring. In simple things like if he notices i'm wearing a skirt and we intend to go watch a movie, he would get ready an overcoat for me. He would also remember simple things i said like when my favourite heels got broken, he would surprise me with another one. He don't have to spend much on me. Simple thoughts is a big deal to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number seven: &lt;strong&gt;Fun to be with, nice to talk to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He is fun to be with. His friends love hanging out with him. I love hanging out with him. He is an extrovert. Knows how to cheer up the crowd. My friends would love him too. He is nice talking to. He can blend in well. Can chat just about anything. In conclusion, he is not a boring type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number eight: &lt;strong&gt;knows how to dress up, play sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He knows how to dress up for occassions. Even when he is wearing casually, like a t-shirt and surfers with sneakers and a cap, he would look dead charming!! okay okay, he would look great to me. He can play sports like basketball, football etc. I don't mind watching sports and playing so, I would love it!! If he could play snooker or pool, that's even better. Computer games is ok too, but it can be addictive. So, NO NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, I believe that with love, LOVE will cover everything in a relationship. I don't know whether there is this such perfect guy out there but whatever it is, everyone has their flaws. I admit, I'm not a great girlfriend either. In fact, i suck at it. I'll learn through experiences and strive to be better overtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I will tag : Everyone in my list unless he/she did this before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay, i'm done here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-7433714754819841989?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/7433714754819841989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=7433714754819841989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7433714754819841989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/7433714754819841989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-tagged-by-krystal-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-5853121217310562416</id><published>2007-10-20T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:09.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWfh_6uCPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q8CKH6ehcxU/s1600-h/happy_hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126679157273397490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWfh_6uCPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q8CKH6ehcxU/s400/happy_hippo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been so long since I've updated this baby of mine. Before I update you guys about my sudden disappearance, let me update you on my recent trip to Genting Highlands with my family during the Raya holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Enjoy Folks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a happy-hippo, yes, that hippo piccie above.. (==")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my granny, uncle and auntie and my family travelled up to Genting Highlands just for fun. No special occassion or if we really need one, then it would be Happy Raya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my condolence to Uncle Lim Goh Tong's family. Really salute this amazing Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126677430696544482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWd9f6uCOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WWu75nm_Nm8/s400/Genting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;A night view of Uncle Lim's baby. How beautiful :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Please don't question about the printscreen. I just teleported from the stone age, you know. It's been ages since I posted a post HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, I would wanna &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/strong&gt; recommend this place to you darlings. If you have a high budget and wanna have a nice buffet dinner in Genting Highlands.. then read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It is the &lt;strong&gt;Coffee Terrace&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They have a variety of food and if you are a kind of person where the environment matter a lot to you, this is the right place!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They have Western Corner, Asian Corner, Japanese Corner, India Corner and etc. They have great &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; desserts. I love the most is the fact that their dessert corner has a &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN&lt;/strong&gt;!! tHeir chocolate fountain is actually CADBURY CHOCOLATE. I love &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126675858738514130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWch_6uCNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fWqn_RcJVlk/s400/Coffee+Terrace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Coffee Terrace (it's actually really big inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My family went there to meet my other family members. It was raining like cats and dogs while we travelled up there. Pretty scary, though.. When we've reached, my parents went into the casino to search for my granny, uncle and auntie. So, my parents asked my siblings and i to go find our own entertainment. My sister thinking the casino is an arcade, walked towards the casino. Imagine how embarassed she got. "Pai-seh" nyer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My siblings and i decided to go for bowling since it's raining outside and the theme park is closed. We used up more than half an hour to get to the bowling arena. We followed the signboards but we ended up somewhere else. We nearly gave up when my brother found the information board with a detailed map. Actually, we were supposed to go up a few floors. Oohhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126673449261861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWaVv6uCMI/AAAAAAAAAds/UFsGryjrZzg/s400/genting+d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yours sincerely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672547318728882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWZhP6uCLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/SuMRPXCUucg/s400/genting+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126671915958536354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWY8f6uCKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Eu9NTdHLvpo/s400/genting+q.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later on, my mum and dad joined!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126671602425923730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWYqP6uCJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C7JTinUcDbw/s400/genting+c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126670816446908546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWX8f6uCII/AAAAAAAAAdM/U6doZO82vkc/s400/genting+b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whoa!! My first time watching my dad play bowling.. Yeng leh^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After bowling, my family went to the so called botanical garden... Yes, there are flowers everywhere. I don't know how many people can fit into this 'garden' .. It's really small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126670189381683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWXX_6uCHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/t46oEQOkTks/s400/genting+r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My Mum, Dad and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126666804947454050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWUS_6uCGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gj_qhCqHHfk/s400/genting+m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My brother and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126666452760135762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWT-f6uCFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/W2HitCjLY0g/s400/Gentinggarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sister and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later on, my auntie called and asked us to meet her at the lobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We waited and waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can't wait NO MORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mUST &lt;em&gt;CAMWHORE&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126666177882228802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWTuf6uCEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kPf7p1N7yWo/s400/genting+e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Presenting my sis and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We waited long enough for them to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And we have a group pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126665769860335666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWTWv6uCDI/AAAAAAAAAck/xCJ6FPC9BMM/s400/genting+o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The ladies... Oops.. and my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The men found a nice spot to "camwhore" too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126665078370600994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWSuf6uCCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kn8FUeszaGg/s400/genting+l.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They actually wanted to sit on them. That is why the sign if for people like them. Laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After a great dinner at the coffee terrace, we went and took our stuff from the car. We can't seem to find our car. Why?? Look at the picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126664459895310354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWSKf6uCBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Dd3E8Z2ktoQ/s400/genting+p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Look how misty it is... CooL RIGht??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Right after that, my uncle, aunty, granny, Mum and Dad went and look at crystals. While my siblings and I meet up with my cousin brother who is working there and we went SING Karaoke!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We shouted, scream out loud and dance!! Oh yea, we did sing when it comes to slow songs. Laugh!! We made so much of Noise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then, out of our expectation, my Dad joined us!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW!! MY DAD CAN SING!! I CAN CONFIRM THAT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; okay.. I sound like Melissa now.. Ahem... yes, my dad can sing. His deep voice.. Wow.. Like Michael Buble!! did i spelled that out right?? Buble.. Bubble.. err.. you guys know who am i referring to-lar... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later on, my dad said that he is tired and he went back to the hotel room and sleep. My siblings, cousin brother and I went and play archery, went to the arcade and play lots of games. We were so excited in collecting those redeemable tix. Wanna win some gifts. But we ended up investing RM30 and our gifts?? &lt;em&gt;Two keychains and a wisel&lt;/em&gt;. Wow.. clap clap.. YEA RITE!! darn "potong stim" .. While the machine counted our les than 250 tix, the next machine digit shows more than 1000 tix. So embarassing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;At 1am, we still refuse to go up to the hotel room. We went to the cybercafe!! The internet connection is super fast. Good quality comes with a price. We paid &lt;strong&gt;RM15 per hour&lt;/strong&gt;!! My cousin brother and my brother played DOTA and CS while my sister and I chatted in MSN and watched music video and taiwanese drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later on, Mum called. We went back to the hotel room. Dad is still sleeping. We can't sleep because there's only two beds. Dad took up one whole bed. We initially squeezed but it was so uncomfortable!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, my sister and I , as usual.. &lt;em&gt;CAMWHORED&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;eNJOY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123312646867604418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RxmptTXPU8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/xGqPcz1zkB0/s400/genting+h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311414211990450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RxmoljXPU7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/t40ruocAoaE/s400/gentingloo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;MY sis is so funny!! LOOK AT HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123309640390497186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rxmm-TXPU6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5epyYxcn_64/s400/genting+j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123308429209719698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/Rxml3zXPU5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/JJSBiPV4OiQ/s400/genting+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;look at MY SIS again!! ROFL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Something is missing.. No toilet scene.. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here it is.. It's the toilet mirror scene!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123305328243331970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RxmjDTXPU4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/hTsQq67Uryg/s400/gentingloo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Somehow, I don't look like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's 3am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I look like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123304486429741938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RxmiSTXPU3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Wbz7CpnWut8/s400/genting+g.JPG" border="0" /&gt;trying very hard to smile.. sleepy smile~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We made so much noise, Dad can't sleep. We travelled back down from Genting at 3am plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes, it was fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060218547388680694-5853121217310562416?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/5853121217310562416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=5853121217310562416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5853121217310562416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/5853121217310562416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-so-long-since-ive-updated-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RyWfh_6uCPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q8CKH6ehcxU/s72-c/happy_hippo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-6437773339768389000</id><published>2007-08-20T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:46:53.054+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Canaan Church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZwFtkKCpAg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church guys have also uploaded some videos in Youtube.com. You can type 'lamfootseng' / 'joshuachay' / 'darkcurse' / 'anniehoe' in the search box and there will be many videos mostly on our church guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prakash hosting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJxEY7Kciig" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;straw match&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7pXeaupHW8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find out more about our church or our young adults ministry (glo),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://glocanaan.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&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/5060218547388680694-6437773339768389000?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/6437773339768389000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=6437773339768389000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6437773339768389000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/6437773339768389000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-canaan-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-4419449603707602171</id><published>2007-08-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:18.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRs-jzvWEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-VpfsuJ7dnk/s1600-h/Kim+@+One+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320500110186562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRs-jzvWEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-VpfsuJ7dnk/s400/Kim+%40+One+U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; OOHHHH.. I REALLY LOVE THIS PIC!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sssswwwweeeeetttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WAFFLE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320358376265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRs2TzvWDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RojGCFR1kbs/s400/WW1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320044843653154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRskDzvWCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/BEKk3cID6pQ/s400/WW2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yummy-licious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319654001629202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRsNTzvWBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MqCmJRdxAuo/s400/1_894354103l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; nyam-nyam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319550922414082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRsHTzvWAI/AAAAAAAAAas/uNjiTGoUV7k/s400/1_936092709l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lee sAN and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another farewell to Angela Ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sakai queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, i know, i know.. i've said it a lot of times that this will be the last time i'll be seeing Angela again this year, but looks like God wants us to meet for another last time before she fly back to the states :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319434958297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRsAjzvV_I/AAAAAAAAAak/1VY8wybkjnk/s400/1_898304722l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the sakai-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319301814310882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRr4zzvV-I/AAAAAAAAAac/DBpVBBu5Th8/s400/1_783784704l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the sakai-s with the simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319112835749842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRrtzzvV9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/t7z484DtLpo/s400/1_208202816l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; So, here i go again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angela, so long, farewell... have a safe trip back to the states, have fun, study smart and I will miss you terribly here. sob... sob...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-farewell-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5060218547388680694-4419449603707602171?l=mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/feeds/4419449603707602171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5060218547388680694&amp;postID=4419449603707602171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4419449603707602171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060218547388680694/posts/default/4419449603707602171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleheart-kimberly.blogspot.com/2007/08/oohhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259383466000852434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9CM-HKYtCE/RsRs-jzvWEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-VpfsuJ7dnk/s72-c/Kim+%40+One+U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060218547388680694.post-8820385733872197752</id><published>2007-08-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:26:19.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUS 240 Organizational Management &amp; 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