<?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-2120222982178929498</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:24:29.047+08:00</updated><category term='Birthday Flowers'/><category term='Point Of View'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Yummy'/><category term='Songs I Love'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Meaningful'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Life Entries'/><category term='I Like It'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Love Bites'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Heart Matters'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='Just 4 Laugh'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='From The Heart'/><category term='Dining Places'/><title type='text'>~*♥ Little Princess Di@ries ♥*~</title><subtitle type='html'>Journey of my life...
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3888206459567536292</id><published>2009-08-16T14:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:55:09.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>A Little Princess Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoeoTaNHbyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kzOOfbwL5_o/s1600-h/pretty-princess-dreams-of-future-thumb8087225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoeoTaNHbyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kzOOfbwL5_o/s400/pretty-princess-dreams-of-future-thumb8087225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370446132067921698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always dream to be a princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I believe I'll meet my prince soon&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill a little princess dreams&lt;br /&gt;As I believe princess and prince is fated to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" And they lived happily ever after... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andtheylivedhappilyeverafter.com/" class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','1','AFQjCNGsGHFrB3avBUv8N7SRdHOGYY_irQ','')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-3888206459567536292?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3888206459567536292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-princess-dreams.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3888206459567536292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3888206459567536292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-princess-dreams.html' title='A Little Princess Dreams...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoeoTaNHbyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kzOOfbwL5_o/s72-c/pretty-princess-dreams-of-future-thumb8087225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8972692695759133607</id><published>2009-08-15T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:36:00.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Great Tea...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Randomly grabbed this from my mailbox...&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2vg-alxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/09DkWhykgp0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2vg-alxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/09DkWhykgp0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702789479995154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2p_GAzjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/hvjO2X_vUWU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2p_GAzjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/hvjO2X_vUWU/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702694485708338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2j13dFII/AAAAAAAAAqE/goSgmbUAhPw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2j13dFII/AAAAAAAAAqE/goSgmbUAhPw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702588929512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2chMCUvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yqMvLJ5VkxA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2chMCUvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yqMvLJ5VkxA/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702463119610610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2WlimNNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/RAsc2nUL70U/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2WlimNNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/RAsc2nUL70U/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702361208763602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2RMQXAwI/AAAAAAAAAps/n2wuFu23dEQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2RMQXAwI/AAAAAAAAAps/n2wuFu23dEQ/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702268522038018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2HEDXRBI/AAAAAAAAApk/jKk7E1Ctxu4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2HEDXRBI/AAAAAAAAApk/jKk7E1Ctxu4/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702094521353234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2ClAfxBI/AAAAAAAAApc/AXqe09IyD_U/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2ClAfxBI/AAAAAAAAApc/AXqe09IyD_U/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368702017468351506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF1zIBPV_I/AAAAAAAAApM/CJV305YXKhk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF1zIBPV_I/AAAAAAAAApM/CJV305YXKhk/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368701751988803570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF1pPD4lCI/AAAAAAAAApE/eL9WIR6Ma2k/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF1pPD4lCI/AAAAAAAAApE/eL9WIR6Ma2k/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368701582080250914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rather named it special tea. It's kind of unique! ;)&lt;a href="http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/shoot-at-sight/2009/07/01/let-the-picture-do-the-talking/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','10','')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/shoot-at-sight/2009/07/01/let-the-picture-do-the-talking/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','10','')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8972692695759133607?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8972692695759133607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-tea.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8972692695759133607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8972692695759133607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-tea.html' title='Great Tea...?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoF2vg-alxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/09DkWhykgp0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7996809110128549738</id><published>2009-08-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:05:00.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just 4 Laugh'/><title type='text'>Seriously... Please Don't  Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91zYjK2nsow&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/91zYjK2nsow&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LMAO........&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress don't  stress... ;p&lt;br /&gt;It's just commercial break...&lt;br /&gt;Get back to work now! ^.^&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/2120222982178929498-7996809110128549738?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7996809110128549738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously-please-dont-laugh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7996809110128549738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7996809110128549738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously-please-dont-laugh.html' title='Seriously... Please Don&apos;t  Laugh!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5239604158381785735</id><published>2009-08-12T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:01:00.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>Frankie J : Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVK9emHIDYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVK9emHIDYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Its early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is really lonely&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;Got me twisted in the head&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how to take it&lt;br /&gt;But its driving me so crazy&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if its right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tossin turning in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 oclock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me&lt;br /&gt;Weak...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hopeless in my home&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do but I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're not my lady I'm just tryin to make this right&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So baby if u let me could I get you to say maybe we could ride together&lt;br /&gt;We could do this all nite now I dont care if u got a man&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wish you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know he cant love u right, quite like I can&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 oclock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me&lt;br /&gt;Weak...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hopeless at home&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do but I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;Its an obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;br /&gt;Hold up let me dream&lt;br /&gt;Shorty got me feelin less supreme&lt;br /&gt;Where my candy, where my cream&lt;br /&gt;Got your boy feel less supreme&lt;br /&gt;Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent&lt;br /&gt;Loving everything your representing&lt;br /&gt;Got alot of money, I love to spend it&lt;br /&gt;And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream&lt;br /&gt;You're my blessin when I'm stressin&lt;br /&gt;My superfly beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep it saucy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my money know how I do, we go rendez-vous, mi corazon belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong) what am I do wrong [echo]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;What am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong?) what am I do so wrong? [echo]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-5239604158381785735?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5239604158381785735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankie-j-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5239604158381785735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5239604158381785735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankie-j-obsession.html' title='Frankie J : Obsession'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-779089917752264780</id><published>2009-08-11T20:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:47:25.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFnSV-guXI/AAAAAAAAAok/chlLV1ASY6Q/s1600-h/FOOD+FOR+THOUGHT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFnSV-guXI/AAAAAAAAAok/chlLV1ASY6Q/s400/FOOD+FOR+THOUGHT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368685795636984178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love this quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"To make money we lose our health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and then to restore our health we lose our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;We live as if we are never going to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and we die as if we never lived...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it's very true. Don't you think so? :)&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/2120222982178929498-779089917752264780?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/779089917752264780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/779089917752264780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/779089917752264780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFnSV-guXI/AAAAAAAAAok/chlLV1ASY6Q/s72-c/FOOD+FOR+THOUGHT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2213836662036078414</id><published>2009-08-09T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:26:07.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson : My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=51358077"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=51358077,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=51358077,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;You're standing at my door&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you take back&lt;br /&gt;All you said before&lt;br /&gt;Like how much you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Said you'd never come back&lt;br /&gt;But here you are again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly,&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've got issues&lt;br /&gt;But you're pretty messed up too&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly,&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you&lt;br /&gt;Is so dysfunctional&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly,&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly,&lt;br /&gt;My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Mr. Devil P, being with you is so dysfunctional, I really shouldn't miss you, but I can’t let you go... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-2213836662036078414?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2213836662036078414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/kelly-clarkson-my-life-would-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2213836662036078414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2213836662036078414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/kelly-clarkson-my-life-would-suck.html' title='Kelly Clarkson : My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3372323786411221531</id><published>2009-08-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:17:49.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Flowers'/><title type='text'>Birthday Flower of August - GLADIOLUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFtMQwZuAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRxfcdPC_1I/s1600-h/gladiolus-priscilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFtMQwZuAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRxfcdPC_1I/s320/gladiolus-priscilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368692288226179074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The August birth flower is the gladiolus which means&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; sincerity&lt;/span&gt; and symbolizes&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; strength of character&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love-at-first-sight&lt;/span&gt; is what the hidden message of this flower was during the Victorian era. Gladiolus is available in a variety of colours that include red, pink, white, yellow and orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gladiolus also known as the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sword lily&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the gladiola&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gladiolus is native chiefly to tropical and South Africa, and has a sword-shaped and one-sided spikes or brightly-coloured funnel-shaped flowers that are widely cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-3372323786411221531?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3372323786411221531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-flower-of-august-gladiolus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3372323786411221531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3372323786411221531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-flower-of-august-gladiolus.html' title='Birthday Flower of August - GLADIOLUS'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SoFtMQwZuAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRxfcdPC_1I/s72-c/gladiolus-priscilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8518193096295843142</id><published>2009-07-12T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:49:34.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>I Promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SlnVrI1KTYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/avvwFvduUik/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SlnVrI1KTYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/avvwFvduUik/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357548168815463810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna give you a promise, but I am afraid this promise will hold you back, and not give you any freedom, so I decided to give you myself. You always be in﻿ my heart... so if you wanna fly, you can fly, if you wanna dream, go get your dream... but always remember, whenever you come back, you have a home... and I will be waiting for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8518193096295843142?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8518193096295843142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promise.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8518193096295843142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8518193096295843142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promise.html' title='I Promise...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SlnVrI1KTYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/avvwFvduUik/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8422088539946639450</id><published>2009-07-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:48:42.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Flowers'/><title type='text'>Birthday Flower of July - LARKSPUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sl3Po54YC9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/DftyTkpqEi4/s1600-h/Low-Larkspur_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sl3Po54YC9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/DftyTkpqEi4/s400/Low-Larkspur_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358667433279753170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The larkspur is the July birth month flower, which means an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;open hearted&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ardent attachment&lt;/span&gt;. The flower was so favoured in the Victorian era had a hidden message, which was dependent on the colour of the flower. The larkspur is also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delphinium&lt;/span&gt;. The name larkspur is obtained from the spur of the flower, which reminded some people of the parts of the lark. Larkspurs are plants that have very tall stems with many branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; larkspur symbolises&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fickleness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; larkspur signifies &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;joyful and happy-go-lucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; larkspur means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;you have a sweet disposition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8422088539946639450?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8422088539946639450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-flower-of-july-larkspur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8422088539946639450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8422088539946639450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-flower-of-july-larkspur.html' title='Birthday Flower of July - LARKSPUR'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sl3Po54YC9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/DftyTkpqEi4/s72-c/Low-Larkspur_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3577186483971829761</id><published>2009-06-05T20:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:15:56.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Frozen Cherry Trees.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikUDHjwU2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q0tXqOdNEq8/s1600-h/FCT1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikUDHjwU2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q0tXqOdNEq8/s400/FCT1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343824476652983138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikVhbb6gsI/AAAAAAAAAns/7KzHHfoDSVc/s1600-h/FCT2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikVhbb6gsI/AAAAAAAAAns/7KzHHfoDSVc/s400/FCT2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343826096896508610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikWdwH56sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/f_X4dDeV1wA/s1600-h/FCT3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikWdwH56sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/f_X4dDeV1wA/s400/FCT3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343827133241879234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikX63LFdFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HXmRF4357JQ/s1600-h/FCT4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikX63LFdFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HXmRF4357JQ/s400/FCT4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343828732862100562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikYxJ-CO_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/rb27RbmKW0E/s1600-h/FCT5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikYxJ-CO_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/rb27RbmKW0E/s400/FCT5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343829665620573170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Isn't nature wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &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/2120222982178929498-3577186483971829761?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3577186483971829761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/06/frozen-cherry-trees.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3577186483971829761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3577186483971829761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/06/frozen-cherry-trees.html' title='Frozen Cherry Trees.......'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SikUDHjwU2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q0tXqOdNEq8/s72-c/FCT1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2169739414465427726</id><published>2009-06-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:18:01.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Flowers'/><title type='text'>Birthday Flower of June - ROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SiJ6u4fIxbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/abgo1jIQOew/s1600-h/flowers3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SiJ6u4fIxbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/abgo1jIQOew/s400/flowers3-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341967053870384562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rose is the June birthday flower and it is a symbol of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. The hidden message of this flower varied according to the colour. The rose is defined as a flower and shrub of any species of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genus rosa&lt;/span&gt;. The name rose is derived from the Latin word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt;. There are more than a hundred species of wild roses available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red rose&lt;/span&gt; signifies &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white rose&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'I am worthy of you'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange rose&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'You are my secret love'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow rose&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'I am not worthy of your love'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pink rose&lt;/span&gt; signifies &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'Please believe me'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; signify &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'We are inseparable'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-2169739414465427726?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2169739414465427726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-flower-of-june-rose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2169739414465427726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2169739414465427726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-flower-of-june-rose.html' title='Birthday Flower of June - ROSE'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SiJ6u4fIxbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/abgo1jIQOew/s72-c/flowers3-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4772104242669951395</id><published>2009-05-22T20:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:30:06.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>Total Eclipse Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urY1aZCRs7c&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/urY1aZCRs7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Lonely And You're Never Coming Round&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Tired Of Listening To The Sound Of My Tears&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Nervous That The Best Of All The Years Have Gone By&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Terrified And Then I See The Look In Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround Bright Eyes, Every Now And Then I Fall Apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround Bright Eyes, Every Now And Then I Fall Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Need You Now Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I Need You More Than Ever&lt;br /&gt;And If You'll Only Hold Me Tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll Be Holding On Forever&lt;br /&gt;And We'll Only Be Making It Right&lt;br /&gt;Cause We'll Never Be Wrong Together&lt;br /&gt;We Can Take It To The End Of The Line&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Shadow On Me All Of The Time (all Of The Time)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know What To Do And I'm Always In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;We're Living In A Powder Keg And Giving Off Sparks&lt;br /&gt;I Really Need You Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's Gonna Start Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's Gonna Start Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon A Time I Was Falling In Love&lt;br /&gt;But Now I'm Only Falling Apart&lt;br /&gt;There's Nothing I Can Do&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon A Time There Was Light In My Life&lt;br /&gt;But Now There's Only Love In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I Can Do&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Restless And I Dream Of Something Wild&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Helpless And I'm Lying Like A Child In Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Angry And I Know I've Got To Get Out And Cry&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every Now And Then I Get A Little Bit Terrified But Then I See The Look In You Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround Bright Eyes, Every Now And Then I Fall Apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround Bright Eyes, Every Now And Then I Fall Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Need You Now Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I Need You More Than Ever&lt;br /&gt;And If You'll Only Hold Me Tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll Be Holding On Forever&lt;br /&gt;And We'll Only Be Making It Right&lt;br /&gt;Cause We'll Never Be Wrong Together&lt;br /&gt;We Can Take It To The End Of The Line&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Shadow On Me All Of The Time (all Of The Time)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know What To Do And I'm Always In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;We're Living In A Powder Keg And Giving Off Sparks&lt;br /&gt;I Really Need You Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's Gonna Start Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's Gonna Start Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon A Time I Was Falling In Love&lt;br /&gt;But Now I'm Only Falling Apart&lt;br /&gt;There's Nothing I Can Do&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;A Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life... but now there's only love in the dark, nothing I can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; A total eclipse of the heart... A song about me... &lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-4772104242669951395?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4772104242669951395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/total-eclipse-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4772104242669951395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4772104242669951395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/total-eclipse-of-heart.html' title='Total Eclipse Of The Heart'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1658953859259415560</id><published>2009-05-20T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:56:36.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just 4 Laugh'/><title type='text'>Best Names for Twins‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ShQK4eKZibI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1abJdTYpmgA/s1600-h/image001%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ShQK4eKZibI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1abJdTYpmgA/s400/image001%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903423626512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLzzz.....&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-1658953859259415560?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1658953859259415560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-names-for-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1658953859259415560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1658953859259415560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-names-for-twins.html' title='Best Names for Twins‏'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ShQK4eKZibI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1abJdTYpmgA/s72-c/image001%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2748067326297776725</id><published>2009-05-17T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:39:43.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining Places'/><title type='text'>Sushi Tie @ Wisma Sanyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9rJdnh27I/AAAAAAAAAlU/fbjfhM7GvXo/s1600-h/sushitie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9rJdnh27I/AAAAAAAAAlU/fbjfhM7GvXo/s320/sushitie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336601893770746802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Irashaimase..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9rb9T_NQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/L0CTbyXvQcM/s1600-h/shush_tie_edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9rb9T_NQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/L0CTbyXvQcM/s400/shush_tie_edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602211516364034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi Tie @ Wisma Sanyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9sD0JfskI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PCf3NwiigXo/s1600-h/menu_combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9sD0JfskI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PCf3NwiigXo/s400/menu_combine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602896251204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2009 Promotion @ Sushi Tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9r94mn0yI/AAAAAAAAAls/DELdaBl_AoM/s1600-h/2009promotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9r94mn0yI/AAAAAAAAAls/DELdaBl_AoM/s320/2009promotion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602794367898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Various types of sushi we ordered but too bad I forgot the name for the dishes except for some of it such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuka Itako (Baby Octopus),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salmon Sushi, Chuka Wakame, (Seasoned Seaweed), Inari (beancurd skin) with Scallop Wings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GBlwkWxI/AAAAAAAAAm8/4R3LqrguqKw/s1600-h/sushi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-F65NPF1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/RFpc1KEvrPM/s400/sushi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336631330292569938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GBlwkWxI/AAAAAAAAAm8/4R3LqrguqKw/s400/sushi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336631445331139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GJp3-jvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HwiVxLqx3tA/s1600-h/sushi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GJp3-jvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HwiVxLqx3tA/s400/sushi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336631583874911986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GbqhDtxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zZlGxq6S9IM/s1600-h/sushi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-GbqhDtxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zZlGxq6S9IM/s400/sushi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336631893284861714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-CMBeSxKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/saebk3OnTtk/s1600-h/sushi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg-CMBeSxKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/saebk3OnTtk/s400/sushi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336627226522862754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another dish I personally recommend here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotate Mayo (Baked Mussels with Cheese)&lt;/span&gt; which I didn't order this time... If you like mussels and  you love cheese, then you should try this up... *two thumbs up* ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg92yYJIbnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6untnLl3QG4/s1600-h/combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg92yYJIbnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6untnLl3QG4/s320/combine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336614691303616114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Overall Rating: 7/10&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-2748067326297776725?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2748067326297776725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/sushi-tie-wisma-sanyan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2748067326297776725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2748067326297776725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/sushi-tie-wisma-sanyan.html' title='Sushi Tie @ Wisma Sanyan'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sg9rJdnh27I/AAAAAAAAAlU/fbjfhM7GvXo/s72-c/sushitie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2204043091662576860</id><published>2009-05-14T22:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:58:34.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Poor Monkey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgwwVEx_JII/AAAAAAAAAlE/2WyV1LtT3L4/s1600-h/IMG_7471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgwwVEx_JII/AAAAAAAAAlE/2WyV1LtT3L4/s320/IMG_7471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335692797145982082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Monkey... May it rest in peace. *Amen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My daddy found this poor monkey lay unconsciously at the roadside after been hit by the car when it try to cross the road to get the papaya which plant at my neighbor area opposite the road. :( Usually I always can see group of monkeys hanging on the trees in the jungle which just behind my house. And this is the first time I see it so closely but it's dead... May it rest in peace &amp;amp; my condolences for the family members of this monkey. Next time please look left &amp;amp; right before you cross the road to get the papaya ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgwz1mqLZLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kl2TV-Pohnc/s1600-h/combine4-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgwz1mqLZLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kl2TV-Pohnc/s320/combine4-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696654530733234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photos of Monkey... Dead Monkey. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: My mom always cursed the group of monkeys for stealing the fruits we plant. When see this unfortunate monkey, she felt sorry for it... Me too. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-2204043091662576860?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2204043091662576860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-monkey.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2204043091662576860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2204043091662576860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-monkey.html' title='Poor Monkey...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgwwVEx_JII/AAAAAAAAAlE/2WyV1LtT3L4/s72-c/IMG_7471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8196024196537733829</id><published>2009-05-13T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:30:11.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>To love someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgq4WhP2lsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fRTbbjDZCYw/s1600-h/1155-love-is-more-than-words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgq4WhP2lsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fRTbbjDZCYw/s320/1155-love-is-more-than-words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335279405595268802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgq3KuI0YHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dw5Dibvq5V4/s1600-h/1b13a7cfd4a95f2cb9c6c387101bd1f0_raw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 104px;" src="http://srv0110-06.oak1.imeem.com/g/p/1b13a7cfd4a95f2cb9c6c387101bd1f0_raw.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: The best way is to love you silently... Let the destiny decide its' way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-8196024196537733829?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8196024196537733829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8196024196537733829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8196024196537733829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-love-someone.html' title='To love someone...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgq4WhP2lsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fRTbbjDZCYw/s72-c/1155-love-is-more-than-words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5147864796838865115</id><published>2009-05-12T23:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:46:17.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining Places'/><title type='text'>My Valentine's Cafe @ Paramount Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmhE4F8yNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/E2DnYtI_F4k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmhE4F8yNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/E2DnYtI_F4k/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334972338745952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Valentine's Cafe @ Paramount Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmhYzwUJTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WAznZ4FBBZA/s1600-h/combinemenu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmhYzwUJTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WAznZ4FBBZA/s400/combinemenu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334972681178850610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May &amp;amp; June Promotion @ The Valentine's Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgmhin_CwVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1eDVO-BZ8kI/s1600-h/combinemenu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgmhin_CwVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1eDVO-BZ8kI/s400/combinemenu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334972849818091858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgmh28Ia9oI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Gw-TKrfPbYo/s1600-h/drinkcombine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sgmh28Ia9oI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Gw-TKrfPbYo/s400/drinkcombine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973198823519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yogurt Fruit Milkshake @ RM9.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Recommended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmiN7a2B0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/niSjFsd1Msc/s1600-h/IMG_7490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmiN7a2B0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/niSjFsd1Msc/s320/IMG_7490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973593769346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk Butter with Hot Chili Chicken Chop @ RM13.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deep fried chicken chop served with butter milk sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmiURmmGSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/53EMleXaYDs/s1600-h/IMG_7501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmiURmmGSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/53EMleXaYDs/s320/IMG_7501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973702803429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medallion Beef Honey @ RM15.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grilled beef honey with pepper rice ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmicBhCcHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2TqEg6zcv-8/s1600-h/IMG_7507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmicBhCcHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2TqEg6zcv-8/s320/IMG_7507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973835924107378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eggplant Salad @ RM5.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deep fried eggplant served with salad sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Recommended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmikG5Ew8I/AAAAAAAAAks/rurmDW1noBU/s1600-h/IMG_7513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmikG5Ew8I/AAAAAAAAAks/rurmDW1noBU/s320/IMG_7513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973974806053826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Overall Rating: 6/10&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-5147864796838865115?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5147864796838865115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-valentines-cafe-paramount-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5147864796838865115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5147864796838865115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-valentines-cafe-paramount-hotel.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Cafe @ Paramount Hotel'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SgmhE4F8yNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/E2DnYtI_F4k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2417325865647222166</id><published>2009-05-11T19:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:18:55.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Stop For Being Disrespectful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SggYNEcH0lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QEoNfBckLyM/s1600-h/excuse_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SggYNEcH0lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QEoNfBckLyM/s320/excuse_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540371429413458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh gosh.. It's just less than 24 hours Mother's Day had passed...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why do you so dare yelling at mom like tat just for that small matter..???&lt;/span&gt; It really hurt me, then what do you think the impact towards mom? Even though on her face, she still can smile... but we never know how hurt is it inside. I thought you just different from other siblings but still you are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my all brothers, I hope you remember this,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WITHOUT MOM, U ARE NOTHING! JUST NOTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you can&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; repent for being disrespectful&lt;/span&gt; towards mom... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom, no matter what happen, I will always love you &amp;amp; you are the best I ever have in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: I hope one day I would not witness the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;same situation where your children done the same as what you had done&lt;/span&gt; today! As I can see your kids are more spoil &amp;amp; disrespectful... Maybe you are just a great role model for you kids! Just go ahead!!!&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/2120222982178929498-2417325865647222166?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2417325865647222166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-being-disrespectful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2417325865647222166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2417325865647222166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-being-disrespectful.html' title='Stop For Being Disrespectful!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SggYNEcH0lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QEoNfBckLyM/s72-c/excuse_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1740035430123323249</id><published>2009-05-01T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:25:58.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Flowers'/><title type='text'>Birthday Flower of May - LILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyMGf6WD9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/p8Ysoy99F8k/s1600-h/lily_5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyMGf6WD9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/p8Ysoy99F8k/s320/lily_5_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326786502545772498" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lily of the valley is the May birth flower. This flower signifies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;humility &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; sweetness&lt;/span&gt;. This flower was so favoured by the Victorian era as it has a hidden message too, which is &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You have made my life complete&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;.  The lily of the valley is available in the colour white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;This May flower is also known as the May lily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This term is derived from the Latin word &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maius&lt;/font&gt;, which means flower. This refers to the flowering time of these plants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLTfTpeaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4E2FUqOEVNg/s1600-h/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLTfTpeaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4E2FUqOEVNg/s320/lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785626210138530" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLcVfdrCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tE-wyrYKq8o/s1600-h/Lily-WhiteHenryi-2005-07-09-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLcVfdrCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tE-wyrYKq8o/s320/Lily-WhiteHenryi-2005-07-09-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785778194164770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLkPdNatI/AAAAAAAAAdg/QnYD-j0rMKI/s1600-h/lily-2005-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyLkPdNatI/AAAAAAAAAdg/QnYD-j0rMKI/s320/lily-2005-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785914013051602" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-1740035430123323249?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1740035430123323249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-flower-of-may-lily.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1740035430123323249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1740035430123323249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-flower-of-may-lily.html' title='Birthday Flower of May - LILY'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyMGf6WD9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/p8Ysoy99F8k/s72-c/lily_5_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4821260357657866903</id><published>2009-04-27T19:49:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:37:22.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful'/><title type='text'>To My Dear Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW-rdMD_5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/iiWSCnHtCYE/s1600-h/where_is_love__by_julkusiowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW-rdMD_5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/iiWSCnHtCYE/s320/where_is_love__by_julkusiowa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375387841724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are...........SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我單身朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But&lt;br /&gt;愛就像一隻蝴蝶。越要追牠，卻越要逃避。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can&lt;br /&gt;如果就隨牠自由的飛，牠會在你最不注意時飛向你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it&lt;br /&gt;愛使人快樂，卻常傷害人。但只有在你把愛給了一個真正值得付出的人時，是最珍貴的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;所以，花點時間去選擇最好的他 /她吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfXCpLATgmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SWmsEHeAyIw/s1600-h/heartheart-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfXCpLATgmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SWmsEHeAyIw/s320/heartheart-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379746647343714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我那不是單身的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.' It's about&lt;br /&gt;愛不能使他 /她成為一個 '完美的人 '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;它卻可以使你找到一個幫你成長的他 /她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW6POYZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bCbPWaHVX5I/s1600-h/playboy_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW6POYZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bCbPWaHVX5I/s320/playboy_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370504784105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我玩世不恭的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I love you' if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they&lt;br /&gt;如果你不在乎，不要說 '我愛你 '。如果他們不在時，不要討論自已的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look&lt;br /&gt;不要涉足會使他人心碎的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is&lt;br /&gt;說謊時，不要看著眼睛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...&lt;br /&gt;最殘忍的事莫過於男人讓女人愛他，卻是逢場作戲。反之亦然 …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW64KsTZmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hhi9ZRVm3k0/s1600-h/married2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW64KsTZmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hhi9ZRVm3k0/s320/married2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371208168466018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我已婚的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about 'it's your fault', but 'I'm sorry.' Not 'where are you',&lt;br /&gt;不要老是說 '這是你的錯 '，何不說說 '對不起 '。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 'I'm right here.' Not 'how could you', but 'I understand.' Not 'I&lt;br /&gt;不要老是問 '你去哪裡了 '，何不說說 '我就在這兒等著你 '。&lt;br /&gt;不要老是問 '你怎麼會這麼作？ '，何不說說 '我了解你 '。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you were', but 'I'm thankful you are.'&lt;br /&gt;不要老是說 '我希望你這麼做 '，何不說說 '我感謝你的一切 '。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW5NMPrx9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/dd4tJFONDD4/s1600-h/engaged-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW5NMPrx9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/dd4tJFONDD4/s320/engaged-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329369370339297234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............ENGAGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;給我那已訂婚的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;要真正衡量包容心，不是看在一起幾年了，而是要看彼此的敬愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW5jrwjJKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9NXyTRxF4do/s1600-h/heartbroken3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW5jrwjJKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9NXyTRxF4do/s320/heartbroken3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329369756755764386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............HEARTBROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我心碎的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.&lt;br /&gt;心碎的時間和傷害的深度，完全取決於你自已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;難的是，如何從中學習，而不是從傷痛中爬起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW2gpxUOkI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cw6FpX87Fxw/s1600-h/you__re_so_naive_by_cloud_room-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW2gpxUOkI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cw6FpX87Fxw/s320/you__re_so_naive_by_cloud_room-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366406147619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NAIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我所有天真的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too&lt;br /&gt;要如何戀愛？ --就愛吧。不要欲言又止；要互相協調，不要太固執；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;要分享，且千萬不要有不公平；要了解，別命令；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;受傷後不要再記恨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW7j5_jvpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CN7vMtYv5ec/s1600-h/jealous-girlfriend-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW7j5_jvpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CN7vMtYv5ec/s320/jealous-girlfriend-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371959600070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;給我積極的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but&lt;br /&gt;看到你所愛的他 /她和其他人很快樂使你心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;但知道你所愛的他 /她是和你在一起不快樂，令人更加的傷心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW7tb0SpoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/E6FcrVT71xI/s1600-h/540697901_77087e308f-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW7tb0SpoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/E6FcrVT71xI/s320/540697901_77087e308f-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372123298440834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我害怕去承認的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when&lt;br /&gt;當你和他 /她分手時，愛受到傷害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you&lt;br /&gt;當他 /她和你分手時，更是傷痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;但傷害最深的是你所愛的他 /她完全無法了解你的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW6CwNoxRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/J1emWoyfM4U/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW6CwNoxRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/J1emWoyfM4U/s320/heartbroken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370290527454482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To My Friends Who Are............STILL HOLDING ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;給我那還在等待的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to&lt;br /&gt;人生最傷心的事，是你和他 /她愛情長跑了多年，最後的結局卻不如所望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not&lt;br /&gt;如果他/ 她現在讓你覺得不值得付出，那麼一年，甚至十年後，都不會值得付出的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go.....&lt;br /&gt;讓他 /她走吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfXBzeTagXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/gWXFztNrrC4/s1600-h/FLOWEROFLIFE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfXBzeTagXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/gWXFztNrrC4/s200/FLOWEROFLIFE.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378824114831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;給我所有的朋友們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature, never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish.&lt;br /&gt;我竭誠祝福你們愛著一個誠實、強壯、成熟、衷心、有衝勁、保護你、積極、值得付出和無私的他 /她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p/s: It's very true for me... Hope this sharing will make some of you who facing relationship problems will feel much better after reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-4821260357657866903?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4821260357657866903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4821260357657866903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4821260357657866903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-dear-friends.html' title='To My Dear Friends...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SfW-rdMD_5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/iiWSCnHtCYE/s72-c/where_is_love__by_julkusiowa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4232688042445017609</id><published>2009-04-26T10:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:29:15.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>爱·恨·难</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYH09WzqVDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYH09WzqVDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;天可不可能变亮？&lt;br /&gt;虽然已习惯无止境的黑暗&lt;br /&gt;明天我只凭想象&lt;br /&gt;轻轻触摸你幸福微笑脸庞&lt;br /&gt;即使命运早已向我摊牌&lt;br /&gt;我还是要对他耍赖&lt;br /&gt;愿意光线都被取代&lt;br /&gt;换一点未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是爱你也难 恨你也难&lt;br /&gt;割舍的勉强&lt;br /&gt;过竟千帆 也许遗忘&lt;br /&gt;我被伤的悲伤 哦...&lt;br /&gt;爱你又难 想想的难&lt;br /&gt;永远有遗憾&lt;br /&gt;心口是谁的泪在淌&lt;br /&gt;当是好梦终于做完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天没有可能再亮！&lt;br /&gt;渐渐你喜欢这黑色的绝望&lt;br /&gt;明天我不用期盼&lt;br /&gt;紧紧抱住我给你我的温暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Love... Hate... Indeed both make me suffering...&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-4232688042445017609?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4232688042445017609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4232688042445017609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4232688042445017609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_26.html' title='爱·恨·难'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3755928288996060494</id><published>2009-04-24T15:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:13:28.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Flowers'/><title type='text'>What's your Birthday Flower?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyTV1AauZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WO_1byr6BqU/s1600-h/birthday-flower-ideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyTV1AauZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WO_1byr6BqU/s320/birthday-flower-ideas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326794462487820690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found out this interesting article on TBP and would like to keep it as my collections and I will do the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;updates&lt;/span&gt; on the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st of every month&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;starting from&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1st May&lt;/span&gt;... Do check it out about your birthday flower! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Birthday Flowers: Information On Birth Month Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyTozZp_-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/vngio9OtjQ8/s1600-h/birthday-flowers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyTozZp_-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/vngio9OtjQ8/s320/birthday-flowers-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326794788474322914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Victorians developed the language of flowers during the highly-conservative period of the Victorian era. This was done because they were strongly restricted by the rules of etiquette when it was considered totally inappropriate to express feelings of affections and love. The language of flowers thus evolved when a message was assigned to a specific flower such as a violet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now with the help of flowers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lovers could send hidden romantic messages&lt;/span&gt;. Read on for information about the birth flowers associated with each month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyVIgEqc2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WvitKSPr8WY/s1600-h/birthday-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyVIgEqc2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WvitKSPr8WY/s320/birthday-flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326796432553440098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday flowers brighten a birthday with colour and aroma. Here is information about birthday flowers, their meanings and the messages associated with them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Updates monthly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January: Carnation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February: Violet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March: Jonquil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;April: Sweet Pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-flower-of-may-lily.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;May: Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-flower-of-june-rose.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;June: Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July: Larkspur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August: Gladiolus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September: Aster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October: Calendula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November: Chrysanthemum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December: Narcissus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I love to do my own collections on this kind of article...&lt;br /&gt; More coming up soon! ;)&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/2120222982178929498-3755928288996060494?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3755928288996060494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-your-birthday-flower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3755928288996060494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3755928288996060494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-your-birthday-flower.html' title='What&apos;s your Birthday Flower?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeyTV1AauZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WO_1byr6BqU/s72-c/birthday-flower-ideas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2309348487873504461</id><published>2009-04-20T20:59:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:50:49.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Great Adventure: The North Island Volcanic Plateau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1h7mICQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yUjPK6dgLdk/s1600-h/HPIM7519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1h7mICQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yUjPK6dgLdk/s320/HPIM7519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761685066189058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had received an email from my net friend couple weeks ago, regarding his latest adventure to the middle of the North Island with some nice photos of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcanic_plateau"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;volcanic plateau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; attached in the email... Just do some sharing with you all. Emm.. I think he wouldn't mind.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the short description about the journey (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken from the email&lt;/span&gt;) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;" ...In March, couple of my work mates travel to the middle of the North Island to go on a 20km hike through our volcanic plateau. This walk is described as the best one day walk in New Zealand as it passes through couple of volcanoes reaching the height of 1900 metres above sea level. We started with the shuttle dropping off at the start of the track at 7am and didn’t finish until 4pm. So it is a very long walk. Many many people do this walk every year especially during the warmer months as it is not covered in snow. I hope the photos will show you how beautiful some of the scenery is.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0CRcbMLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9XUYiQgGl5c/s1600-h/HPIM7317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0CRcbMLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9XUYiQgGl5c/s320/HPIM7317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760041663639730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0KT0XWrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yba0hfquYw4/s1600-h/HPIM7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0KT0XWrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yba0hfquYw4/s320/HPIM7369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760179739876018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0RW6CH3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/OzYAViBKP4s/s1600-h/HPIM7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0RW6CH3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/OzYAViBKP4s/s320/HPIM7394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760300828041074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0cZ-DSfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wPIygYUp2TY/s1600-h/HPIM7398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0cZ-DSfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wPIygYUp2TY/s320/HPIM7398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760490628762098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0jR8-exI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KKxWnFW03Ks/s1600-h/HPIM7408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0jR8-exI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KKxWnFW03Ks/s320/HPIM7408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760608735853330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0tYYUjOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2B8xsubLSXk/s1600-h/HPIM7445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex0tYYUjOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2B8xsubLSXk/s320/HPIM7445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760782259850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex01xkQkzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IGMSGGv0ku8/s1600-h/HPIM7470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex01xkQkzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IGMSGGv0ku8/s320/HPIM7470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760926459761458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex083ThTuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/i_fRhksDbO4/s1600-h/HPIM7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex083ThTuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/i_fRhksDbO4/s320/HPIM7482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761048259251938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex2K9W_iQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tWAnLz6mHfA/s1600-h/HPIM7499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex2K9W_iQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tWAnLz6mHfA/s320/HPIM7499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326762389914224898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1ZHhLnoI/AAAAAAAAAco/pna_ciUBC3Q/s1600-h/HPIM7488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1ZHhLnoI/AAAAAAAAAco/pna_ciUBC3Q/s320/HPIM7488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761533647855234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1ocgj73I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UJbZFig6dpE/s1600-h/HPIM7532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1ocgj73I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UJbZFig6dpE/s320/HPIM7532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761796980436850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, I feel grateful to know him as my net friend... Indeed, he is a great friend and always share with me his traveling adventure and we get to know each other through the same hobby- traveling... And we share the same dream too - that is to travel all around the world... Seem that he started the journey first before me...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the great photos Ivan... :)&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-2309348487873504461?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2309348487873504461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventure-north-island-volcanic-plateau.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2309348487873504461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2309348487873504461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventure-north-island-volcanic-plateau.html' title='Great Adventure: The North Island Volcanic Plateau'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sex1h7mICQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yUjPK6dgLdk/s72-c/HPIM7519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-9003322301661679328</id><published>2009-04-14T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:39:33.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Of View'/><title type='text'>Chivas Mixed Green Tea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIPnWYRMqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FezEladPzzE/s1600-h/20080526-ChivasRegal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIPnWYRMqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FezEladPzzE/s320/20080526-ChivasRegal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834878202032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chivas? I ever been fooled by my ex-colleague whom had told me that chivas is one kind of soda drink and it won't make the person drunk. Hahah.. It was few years back when I still have O% knowledge towards all those alcoholic drinks. Now don't ever try to fool me on those achoholic drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I drink chivas mixed up with coca-cola or sprite, in the end I'm still alright... But last few days when I drink chivas mixed up with green tea, only drink for few glasses.. I already felt strange.. Not fly high in the sky... Just that I feel something wrong and few minutes later... I had to rush to washroom... Errr.. I think you can guess what happen next? I had vomit badly... I was wondering is it because my body can't accept the mixture of the chivas and green tea? It was totally spoilt my entertainment night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange as my friend told me that green tea can help to reduce the drunk. But what happen to me? I even more worse when I drink chivas mixed with green tea... Maybe I should do some research on it to find out the reason... Well, for the next time, I must remind myself not to drink chivas mixed with green tea... Err.. But still I prefer chivas mixed with coca-cola which taste nicer to me.. Hehe.. Just make sure that I am not boom boom shake shake in the club... ;p&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/2120222982178929498-9003322301661679328?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/9003322301661679328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/chivas-mixed-green-tea.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9003322301661679328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9003322301661679328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/chivas-mixed-green-tea.html' title='Chivas Mixed Green Tea?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIPnWYRMqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FezEladPzzE/s72-c/20080526-ChivasRegal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7009307385376738327</id><published>2009-04-13T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:35:31.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Like It'/><title type='text'>Online Boutique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIEdkn7giI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NvVETptNTVg/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIEdkn7giI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NvVETptNTVg/s320/shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323822615599219234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday went for shopping with my bestie... Not purposely to accompany her as I am as well need to do some shopping for myself to attend my another bestie wedding which on coming June. Cant wait for the day to come as she's my bestie among all my bestie... Congrats M babe! Before this she had "booked" me become her bridesmaid but at last canceled as I could not make it to come to her place during the wedding gown fitting... and at last her sister become her bridesmaid. Well, I missed out the chance but yet my another bestie want me become her bridesmaid too... Maybe I only can be a bridesmaid and never be a bride for the rest of my life... Nooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Back to the shopping topic.. Yet I still can't get for myself the dress to attend the wedding... Why so hard to do shopping for the dress? Well.. Let me be more specific! I am looking for the dress either in pink or purple colour, not too sexy, not too conservative and must look elegant! Haha.. Ok, why must pink or purple? Not because I'm too obsess towards those colour.. It's because the theme colour for the wedding is pink or purple, that's the reason! It's too hard for me eventho I love pink so much... When I found the colour that I want, yet the dress not the type that I want... When I found the type of dress that I want, sure got problem with the colour... :( Helpppppppp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIBNugZ20I/AAAAAAAAAaw/rF4By2MmF7I/s1600-h/istock_confused-indecisive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIBNugZ20I/AAAAAAAAAaw/rF4By2MmF7I/s320/istock_confused-indecisive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323819044839217986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends had suggested to me to try search it online. I spent whole day sitting in front my computer surfing the net. And still I can't find the dress that I want... Hemmppph.. But I found one site that's really great! The fashion available at that site caught my attention.. If I found the website early I am very sure that I will overspent! HAHAH~ The clothes available there all looks gorgeous! It absolutely suit my taste... And I am about to do my first online shopping here.  I still couldn't find the dress I want as some of it SOLD OUT... but there's still few clothes I like and I already placed my &lt;a href="http://www.irenelim.com/fashion/2009/04/12/small-flowers-cotton-tube-blouse/#more-4635"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well, feel free to visit the website... &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.irenelim.com/fashion/"&gt;Malaysia Online Boutique - Irenelim Fashion&lt;/a&gt;. I like it! How about you? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irenelim.com/fashion"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.irenelim.com/wp-content/uploads/banner-125x125-1.jpg" alt="Irenelim Fashion" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-7009307385376738327?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7009307385376738327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/online-boutique.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7009307385376738327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7009307385376738327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/online-boutique.html' title='Online Boutique'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeIEdkn7giI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NvVETptNTVg/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5282884754748553837</id><published>2009-04-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:22:26.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Love = Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeDBbxx0rPI/AAAAAAAAAao/-FMlLSEAmfo/s1600-h/broken-heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeDBbxx0rPI/AAAAAAAAAao/-FMlLSEAmfo/s320/broken-heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323467442514865394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you feel down or upset, please  count the stars in the sky... One, two, three, four,....  you counted till you unsure the figure then you'll feel better soon... Maybe this only works on me... But how if there's raining or no stars in the sky? Drunk yourself with chivas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Love is pain... Love is beautiful lie... Love is just a game...&lt;/span&gt; Am I right? If not, please correct me... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;True love never exist in this world...&lt;/span&gt; In fact, it's just a fairy tales to make you blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-5282884754748553837?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5282884754748553837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5282884754748553837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5282884754748553837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-pain.html' title='Love = Pain'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SeDBbxx0rPI/AAAAAAAAAao/-FMlLSEAmfo/s72-c/broken-heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4124022283845867244</id><published>2009-04-11T10:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:21:38.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Another Tsumani?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sd_7J5G_FbI/AAAAAAAAAag/DwreDcOqE4s/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sd_7J5G_FbI/AAAAAAAAAag/DwreDcOqE4s/s320/SafeRedirect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323249431942731186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Please be more cautious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had received a bunch of emails regarding this. I don’t know the credibility of the content, but just beware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the content on the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello there. I just wanted 2 let you know that please&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stay away from the beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; in the month of July&lt;/span&gt;. There is a prediction that there will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;another tsunami&lt;/span&gt; hitting on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;July 22nd&lt;/span&gt;. It is also when there will be sun eclipse. Predicted that it is going 2 be really bad and countries like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Malaysia (Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak), Singapore, Maldives, Australia, Mauritius, Si Lanka, India, Indonesia, Philippines&lt;/span&gt; are going 2 be badly hit. Please try and stay away from the beaches in July. Better 2 be safe than sorry. Please pass the word around. Please also pray for all beings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-4124022283845867244?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4124022283845867244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-tsumani.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4124022283845867244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4124022283845867244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-tsumani.html' title='Another Tsumani?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sd_7J5G_FbI/AAAAAAAAAag/DwreDcOqE4s/s72-c/SafeRedirect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-227311006804953024</id><published>2009-04-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:24:51.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>你的承诺...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rD2IFLJ8NT0&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/rD2IFLJ8NT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM5mdpGQRnk&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/gM5mdpGQRnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;乌云遮蔽了天空&lt;br /&gt;窗外又是阴雨时候&lt;br /&gt;伞下的恋人中&lt;br /&gt;不再有你我手牵手&lt;br /&gt;一切过了 太久&lt;br /&gt;我们的十字路口&lt;br /&gt;下一站是谁在等候&lt;br /&gt;你我的方向盘 却向着&lt;br /&gt;相反的彼岸&lt;br /&gt;终点还是 分开&lt;br /&gt;告别你我离开之后&lt;br /&gt;这回忆可以保留&lt;br /&gt;当初那美好的感动&lt;br /&gt;你说你记住了&lt;br /&gt;不为彼此难过&lt;br /&gt;过各自的生活&lt;br /&gt;oh baby~&lt;br /&gt;你答应我的我都记得&lt;br /&gt;但是你却忘了你的承诺&lt;br /&gt;不是说好彼此都不再联络&lt;br /&gt;谁都别再 犯错&lt;br /&gt;是我的固执让你难过&lt;br /&gt;但是分手却也无法选择&lt;br /&gt;我走了以后&lt;br /&gt;你要好好生活&lt;br /&gt;不要想我 也别再哭了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的十字路口&lt;br /&gt;下一站是谁在等候&lt;br /&gt;你我的方向盘 却向着&lt;br /&gt;相反的彼岸&lt;br /&gt;终点还是 分开&lt;br /&gt;告别你我离开之后&lt;br /&gt;这回忆可以保留&lt;br /&gt;当初那美好的感动&lt;br /&gt;你说你记住了&lt;br /&gt;不为彼此难过&lt;br /&gt;过各自的生活&lt;br /&gt;oh baby~&lt;br /&gt;你答应我的我都记得&lt;br /&gt;但是你却忘了你的承诺&lt;br /&gt;不是说好彼此都不再联络&lt;br /&gt;谁都别再 犯错&lt;br /&gt;是我的固执让你难过&lt;br /&gt;但是分手却也无法选择&lt;br /&gt;我走了以后&lt;br /&gt;你要好好生活&lt;br /&gt;不要想我 也别再哭了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你答应我的我都记得&lt;br /&gt;但是你却忘了你的承诺&lt;br /&gt;不是说好彼此都不再联络 (不再联络)&lt;br /&gt;谁都别再 犯错&lt;br /&gt;是我的固执让你难过&lt;br /&gt;但是分手却也无法选择&lt;br /&gt;我走了以后&lt;br /&gt;你要好好生活&lt;br /&gt;不要想我 也别再哭了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p/s: why you made such promises if you just want to break it... and in the end hurt me deeply... can you let me know the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-227311006804953024?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/227311006804953024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/227311006804953024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/227311006804953024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='你的承诺...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3857732873411828011</id><published>2009-04-08T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:23:49.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>I Stay In Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=45495630"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45495630,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45495630,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stay&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stay in love?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside 'cause I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Make or break up, can't take this madness&lt;br /&gt;We don't even really know why&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, baby, I try and try so hard to keep our love alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me at this point&lt;br /&gt;Then I highly doubt you ever will&lt;br /&gt;I really need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;That unconditional love I used to feel&lt;br /&gt;It's not mistaking, we're just erasing from our hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we said let go but I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over, you're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me 'cause there ain't nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself that you'll come back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like, "Oh well,"each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cuts so deep, it hurts down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me I ain't the same no more&lt;br /&gt;We still need each other when we stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;How we gon' act like what we had, ain't nothing at all now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what I wanna do is ride shotgun next to you&lt;br /&gt;With the top down like we used to hit the block, proud in the SUV&lt;br /&gt;We both know our heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Can we learn from our mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;I can't last one moment alone, now go I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go but I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over, you're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me 'cause there ain't nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself that you'll come back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like "Oh well," each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go but I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over, you're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me 'cause there ain't nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself that you'll come back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like, "Oh well," each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s:  Slowly... I'm letting you out of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-3857732873411828011?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3857732873411828011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-stay-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3857732873411828011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3857732873411828011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-stay-in-love.html' title='I Stay In Love...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7670005830057521027</id><published>2009-04-07T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:38:53.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>Kiss Me Through The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=117804482414981812&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy Tell 'Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that i miss you, I wanna get with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss u&lt;br /&gt;But i can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;You could be my wife, text me, call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life, yeah all day everyday I need ya&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see ya my feelings get deeper&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss u&lt;br /&gt;But i can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I been thinking lately so much about you&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you, I like it, I love it&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it&lt;br /&gt;Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you so sexy, your voice is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna kiss you but I can't&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss u&lt;br /&gt;But i can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She call my phone like&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da&lt;br /&gt;We on the phone like&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taking pics like&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da&lt;br /&gt;She dial my number like&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss u&lt;br /&gt;But i can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Yea.. i miss you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-7670005830057521027?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7670005830057521027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-me-through-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7670005830057521027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7670005830057521027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss Me Through The Phone'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4224048347567436318</id><published>2009-04-06T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:44:30.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Tears are words the heart can't express...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdnXhrh3BPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aLHoawrQrCU/s1600-h/Letter_From_My_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdnXhrh3BPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aLHoawrQrCU/s320/Letter_From_My_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321521408335348978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you feel wanna cry, what would you do? Even though you know it's not worth for  your tears... I rather cry it out then to stop my tears to drop down... Most of people will need tissue paper or handkerchief but not me... Why? Because every time I feel want to cry I will  take a shower... Maybe that's the best way to save tissue paper... and also the best way to waste water... Hahah! (Fake Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel better after that... just like the water washed away all my sadness... Just hoping I won't getting sick by doing this too often. I still believed there always sunshine after the rain... Maybe it's just not the time yet. Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; with a clearer view again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;“When the tears fall, it's so easy to wipe off... but how do I erase the stain from my heart?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-4224048347567436318?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4224048347567436318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4224048347567436318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4224048347567436318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html' title='Tears are words the heart can&apos;t express...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdnXhrh3BPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aLHoawrQrCU/s72-c/Letter_From_My_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-420433379511214845</id><published>2009-04-05T14:13:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:49:05.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Yeah... I'm indecisive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sdhji721QII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KbkNwKNS9gc/s1600-h/Anne-Indecisive.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sdhji721QII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KbkNwKNS9gc/s320/Anne-Indecisive.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321112411572617346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont ask me why as I really don't know why? What I can say is that I'm indecisive... If you get to know me, you'll know what I mean... Believe it or not, I can spend more than an hour time just to choose between two things... Sometimes my friends will get very annoying when go shopping with me... But most of my bestie know my 'style' and that's why they are in my bestie list... LOLz... That's why I need a boyfriend or partner whom can stand with my attitude and can help me to minimize the time for me to make decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last ex-boyfriend done a very good role when he decided everything for me and I am satisfy with the final decision... Well, I also think myself very weird too... That's me!  After the final decision, I won't regret with it and not even think about it after that... And sometimes when it's become too critical for me to choose, I will take both... For some cases, I rather not to choose both items and when I got home... My mind will me 24 hours thinking about it and I will keep on regreting about it until I can get back to the shop to buy the item. This is really a bad attitude... My friends or even some of the salesgirl ever said that I will hardly to choose my future life partner too... Hahah... Hopefully not when I really met the right one! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhkX7bBCyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cCqOybksoTs/s1600-h/indecisiveBear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhkX7bBCyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cCqOybksoTs/s320/indecisiveBear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321113321989016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why I suddenly thinking to post up this topic? Hahah... The story come out like this... It's because the incident happened this morning when I went to shop for some accesories for myself... It was the &lt;a href="http://www.swarovski.com/Web_AA/en/index"&gt;Swarovski&lt;/a&gt; crystal  bracelet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhiZ-6tyMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZJAo4WCuDfQ/s1600-h/swarovski-crystal-beads-ct-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhiZ-6tyMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZJAo4WCuDfQ/s320/swarovski-crystal-beads-ct-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321111158263761090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I took almost an hour to decide which combination of colour and the type of beads pattern that suit me... and this give chance for me to get to get know another new friend... Haha! She was working in that shop and she entertain me and I can see that she's very patient with me... :P Until an hour later, her boss came out and warned me to make my decisions a.s.a.p as I was disturbing his worker to do her job... This really make me unhappy! I was thinking to get away from the shop without buying the thing... But when think back the girl spend time entertained me that I changed my mind... But I think it was not wrong as during the hour no customer enter the shop, and I have right to spend my time longer to pick the best choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr... Really hate that old boss!!! I won't recommend my friends to come to that shop! And  at last because of that old boss spoilt my mood, then I just pick the combination of soft pink and clear crystal. Well, no choice because I love pink! The other combination would be pink and purple but then it looked so contrast that cant really focus on the pink... I hope I made a right choice... :S My mum said it suit my skin and me myself still think it just nice only... Nevermind, next time can try other combination of colour and just make sure not go to the same shop again! Emmm.. I named my new Swarovski crystal bracelet as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pinkfairy&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhqQfZdrKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mDyeQ_TizJU/s1600-h/IMG_7389edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhqQfZdrKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mDyeQ_TizJU/s320/IMG_7389edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321119791276993698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morale of the story... If you are indecisive just as me, please refer the Swarovski colour chart before proceed to the shop to pick the right combination of colour...  ;) I just did this survey just after I back from the shopping... LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sdhi7pQTsWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jXssP12O-OU/s1600-h/SwarovskiColorChart_StoneColor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sdhi7pQTsWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jXssP12O-OU/s320/SwarovskiColorChart_StoneColor.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321111736564298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhirFs4dCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-Ehf1IztrXI/s1600-h/SwarovskiColorChart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdhirFs4dCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-Ehf1IztrXI/s320/SwarovskiColorChart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321111452142564386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-420433379511214845?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/420433379511214845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-im-indecisive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/420433379511214845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/420433379511214845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-im-indecisive.html' title='Yeah... I&apos;m indecisive!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sdhji721QII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KbkNwKNS9gc/s72-c/Anne-Indecisive.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2373531113945477526</id><published>2009-04-04T21:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:02:52.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>04.04.09... It's just another Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SddnuJQJQpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/36ArV125SOY/s1600-h/800px-Triumph_Tulip_Tulipa_%27Prinses_Irene%27_Single_2859px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SddnuJQJQpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/36ArV125SOY/s320/800px-Triumph_Tulip_Tulipa_%27Prinses_Irene%27_Single_2859px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320835527216808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4th of April 2009... 04.04.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another Saturday and nothing much interesting things happen today... Today is the actual day for "Qin Ming" and I decided not to go anywhere tonight as I don't feel to go out too. One of my friend of friend invited me to go out tonight and I had rejected him.. He was quiet mad that make me feel a bit annoying as he made assumption that I don't want to go out with him because my friends not going out too... Gosh... What a very-not-matured thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wake up this morning, I got a sms from my bestie to cancel this morning shopping plan... Ok great, I can continue my sleep a bit later but few minutes later... I got a called from another bestie asked me out in the afternoon... See... I really must walk out from my room... It's been nearly 4 months I have not meet her since last December... It's been 4 months also I kept her belated birthday present which I should hand in to her last Christmas.... Hahah! What a belated gift...  -_-" Okok.. Not my fault as both of us busy with our work... What a lucky day today that we can arranged this meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much we talked about... She just complaint to me that her engagement ring not longer fit her finger as she getting more "cute" now... Haha.. So, the conclusion I made is her fiance treat her very well and I not need to worry about this bestie... I still remember how she sleepless for almost one week to decide whether want to accept the bf proposal... Not that she not love the bf but is because she too love the bf. Why I say so? Because I know the reason why she took for that long to make the decision... Why? My answer still the same... Because she loves the bf so much. Ok... Let's end this topic! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You soon will know why when the time is come...&lt;/span&gt; -End-&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/2120222982178929498-2373531113945477526?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2373531113945477526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/040409-its-just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2373531113945477526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2373531113945477526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/040409-its-just-another-day.html' title='04.04.09... It&apos;s just another Saturday!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SddnuJQJQpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/36ArV125SOY/s72-c/800px-Triumph_Tulip_Tulipa_%27Prinses_Irene%27_Single_2859px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-811288211582974989</id><published>2009-04-03T21:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:22:15.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdYadYtIMDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4qfm43DaHas/s1600-h/sometimes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdYadYtIMDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4qfm43DaHas/s320/sometimes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469101935079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I unsure what you really want from me...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;what's the meaning of love&lt;/span&gt; to you...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I doubt whether we should &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;continue on or just stop&lt;/span&gt; here...&lt;br /&gt;But always I will think &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love life so painful...&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Sweet Lavender ---&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/2120222982178929498-811288211582974989?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/811288211582974989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/811288211582974989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/811288211582974989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdYadYtIMDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4qfm43DaHas/s72-c/sometimes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7926693107834366284</id><published>2009-04-01T19:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:53:40.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>I love April Fool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdNh3ZbHAVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x01LOEbnmR0/s1600-h/APRIL+FOOL+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdNh3ZbHAVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x01LOEbnmR0/s320/APRIL+FOOL+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319703189199978834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the crappy updates that I have been posted before... as I am very really truly busy with my job... How I wish.. (How I really really wish...) To escape to a place that NO ONE can find me which enable me to take a long break as long as I want... At this moment, the only place exist is 'My Zzzz @ Dream' which only few hours a day... I WANT MORE.... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is 1st of April which I never forget that it's APRIL FOOL... No matter how busy I am, you... you... or anyone of you will not able to FOOL me... If you don't believe, try me then! LOLz... It's been long long long time ago I've been fool.. Kind of missed it... But I can't pretend to be fool just to give you chance to fool me... Hehehe! Every year, I wont missed to get a victim to be fooled. Only one... then it's enough... Sorry babe to be chosen as the lucky one this year... She's the 1st one greet me "Happy April Fool!" this morning... and less than half and hour later she became my 1st victim... LOLz... She's kind of blur but still it create a cheerful morning for all of us to start our working day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdNmQus4fQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tbqkHa2kF6I/s1600-h/gotcha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdNmQus4fQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tbqkHa2kF6I/s320/gotcha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319708022454910210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Less than 4 hours... So, try me now! I want to be a victim... Hahah.. Maybe I am lucky not to be fooled during April Fool but it's even more unlucky when you get to be fooled in your love life... I rather to be a victim for April Fool but not in love... Happy April Fool everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: If you just want to fool me in love matters, I beg you... Please stay away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't bear any heartache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-7926693107834366284?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7926693107834366284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-april-fool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7926693107834366284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7926693107834366284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-april-fool.html' title='I love April Fool...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SdNh3ZbHAVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x01LOEbnmR0/s72-c/APRIL+FOOL+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2650965215265496091</id><published>2009-03-26T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:33:11.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/a7L64RKglm/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/a7L64RKglm/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/7gS5oe/video/gp_-nRaX/neyo-mad-music-video/"&gt;Mad - Neyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starin' at me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin',&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;And now is I'm yellin' over her,&lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening,&lt;br /&gt;(And what's even worse).&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(Askin' questions like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(This ain't the way that love is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;[What happened to workin' it out].&lt;br /&gt;We've falled into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(Whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love ain't gonna be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect, perfect, oh oh).&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can't fuss and we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything alright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: Watching this video make me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-2650965215265496091?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2650965215265496091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2650965215265496091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2650965215265496091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/mad.html' title='Mad'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6871079271875902970</id><published>2009-03-25T22:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:11:20.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Why the Wedding Ring should be worn on the fourth finger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thumb represents parents. Second fingers represent brothers and sisters. Center fingers represent you. Fourth fingers represent your partner. Last fingers represent your children. Interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why the wedding ring should be worn on the fourth finger?&lt;/span&gt; Please read the following, you may not believe this, but still interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, join your palms as shown in picture below, center fingers bent and placed together back to back. Secondly, let the rest of the four fingers touch tips to tips. Follow the instructions below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ScpGq69Xe2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pnVnxfNEZiE/s1600-h/weddingring.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ScpGq69Xe2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pnVnxfNEZiE/s400/weddingring.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317140013259389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try to open up your thumbs, the thumbs represent parents, they can be opened because all human beings do go through sickness and death. Our parents will leave us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please close up your thumbs, then open your second fingers, these fingers represent brothers and sisters, they will have their own family too and they will leave us one day. Now close up your second fingers, open up your little fingers, these represent your children. Sooner or later when they have their own families, they too will leave us. Close up your little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to open your fourth fingers in which we put our wedding ring; you will be surprised to find that it cannot be opened at all. Because this represents &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Husband and Wife&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;they will be attached to each other forever till eternity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: But mine can open... it means? Ok, no comment.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-6871079271875902970?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6871079271875902970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-wedding-ring-should-be-worn-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6871079271875902970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6871079271875902970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-wedding-ring-should-be-worn-on.html' title='Why the Wedding Ring should be worn on the fourth finger?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/ScpGq69Xe2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/pnVnxfNEZiE/s72-c/weddingring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2612238367276972028</id><published>2009-03-24T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:57:40.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXSBfNxmY6s&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/nXSBfNxmY6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;br /&gt;So they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home, to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© B-DAY PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: I love this song so much...  Gals, try to listen... Sure you'll like it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/2120222982178929498-2612238367276972028?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2612238367276972028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-lyric.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2612238367276972028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2612238367276972028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-lyric.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6281446823086949235</id><published>2009-03-21T23:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:37:56.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs I Love'/><title type='text'>沿海公路的出口</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ln6S3C054dg&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/ln6S3C054dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzMzNjg5MTk3MzQmcHQ9MTIzMzM2ODkyOTE*MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTE*NjYzMGU1YWRmYjRlODk4MGQxMTZjN2NlZDczNjdk.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;  &lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;:用一根火柴烧一场蜃楼&lt;br /&gt;借这场大雨让自己逃走&lt;br /&gt;荒茫公路无人的漂泊&lt;br /&gt;寂寞海啸把我卷走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用一段感情换一个朋友&lt;br /&gt;每一句再见割一道伤口&lt;br /&gt;躲在万劫不复的街头&lt;br /&gt;微笑参透覆水难收&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hebe&lt;/span&gt;:倘若说放一次手&lt;br /&gt;就像咳一个嗽&lt;br /&gt;我又何苦在乎得不到的温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Selina&lt;/span&gt;:我坐在公路的出口&lt;br /&gt;等待天黑以后无边的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;连想你都是种残酷切磋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hebe&lt;/span&gt;:我目送沿海的日落&lt;br /&gt;紧抱一个醉生梦死的枕头&lt;br /&gt;游不出回忆却学不会放手&lt;br /&gt;怎么走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;:倘若说放一次手&lt;br /&gt;就像咳一个嗽&lt;br /&gt;我又何苦在乎得不到的温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Selina&lt;/span&gt;:我坐在公路的出口&lt;br /&gt;等待天黑以后无边的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;连想你都是种残酷切磋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hebe&lt;/span&gt;:我目送沿海的日落&lt;br /&gt;紧抱一个醉生梦死的枕头&lt;br /&gt;游不出回忆却学不会放手&lt;br /&gt;怎么走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Selina&lt;/span&gt;:我坐在公路的出口&lt;br /&gt;等待天黑以后无边的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;连想你都是种残酷切磋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;合&lt;/span&gt;:我目送沿海的日落&lt;br /&gt;紧抱一个醉生梦死的枕头&lt;br /&gt;游不出回忆却学不会放手&lt;br /&gt;怎么走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p/s: My current favourite song... I will practice to sing it for my 1st karaoke session on coming week... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-6281446823086949235?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6281446823086949235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6281446823086949235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6281446823086949235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrics.html' title='沿海公路的出口'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2497085775523779579</id><published>2009-03-18T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:38:00.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>The A-Z of UNUSUAL JOBS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;More than 8700&lt;/span&gt; workers have listed the most unconventional jobs they've ever held in a survey on careerbuilder.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZyRnZf9JI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TnSKYtKbTCc/s1600-h/worst+job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZyRnZf9JI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TnSKYtKbTCc/s320/worst+job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558457489355922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, somebody's got to do them.&lt;br /&gt;Come! Let's check out if you interested to change your career pathway... LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;utopsy assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;artender at the Liberace mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;at nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;onkey trainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lf at Santa's workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;BI fingerprint examiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;rave digger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;urricane hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ce sculpture carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;unk mail machine operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;itty litter box decorator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;aser tag referee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;agician's assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;uclear electrician on a submarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;pera singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;arachute tester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uality control taster for a chocolate factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;omance specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;cratcher (scratching backs of patients)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;urkey wrangler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ndercover vice decoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ideo game tester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;allpaper peeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;-ray technician for zoo animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;awn counter at a sleep clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;amboni (ice resurfacer) driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Adapted from RD/Jan/09' -&lt;/span&gt;&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/2120222982178929498-2497085775523779579?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2497085775523779579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/a-z-of-unusual-jobs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2497085775523779579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2497085775523779579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/a-z-of-unusual-jobs.html' title='The A-Z of UNUSUAL JOBS...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZyRnZf9JI/AAAAAAAAAW4/TnSKYtKbTCc/s72-c/worst+job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3597604603325552245</id><published>2009-03-17T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:23:00.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Riddle of The Day...</title><content type='html'>Of the following words, which does not belong and what do the others have in common?&lt;br /&gt;EVIL, FAT, ROMAN, DOUBLE, HANDLEBAR, SWEET, CACTUS, CAULIFLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer:&lt;br /&gt;CACTUS is the odd one out! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other words combine with facial features in common phrases: EVIL eye, FAT lip, ROMAN nose, DOUBLE chin, HANDLEBAR moustache, SWEET tooth, CAULIFLOWER ear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-3597604603325552245?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3597604603325552245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddle-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3597604603325552245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3597604603325552245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/riddle-of-day.html' title='Riddle of The Day...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-736060076979782012</id><published>2009-03-15T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:03:00.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Why is the letter "W" called "double U"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZ5Pry6uVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D76ntQ_bi_A/s1600-h/geof-huth-W-Double-U-clean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZ5Pry6uVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D76ntQ_bi_A/s320/geof-huth-W-Double-U-clean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311566120891365714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is interesting! Have you ever wonder why is the letter "W" called "double U" when it looks more like two "V"s put together? Why isn't there a unique name for this letter like other letters?&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the experts at AskOxford.com, English uses the Latin alphabet of the Romans but the latter had no letter suitable for representing the phoneme "w" used in Old English. The earliest from for "w" was probably the "uu" that was used by scribes in the seventh century. Some of the scribes later replaced the "uu" with the runic symbol known as "wynn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European scribes continued to use the "uu" term and this usafe was brought back to England along with the Norman Conquest in 1066. Early printers sometimes used "vv" for the lack of a "w" in their type but the pronunciation "double u" stuck around till now.&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/2120222982178929498-736060076979782012?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/736060076979782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-letter-w-called-double-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/736060076979782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/736060076979782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-letter-w-called-double-u.html' title='Why is the letter &quot;W&quot; called &quot;double U&quot;?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZ5Pry6uVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/D76ntQ_bi_A/s72-c/geof-huth-W-Double-U-clean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7886317303370177835</id><published>2009-03-13T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:45:23.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>How far would you go for love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkNBcRMYaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qk2Gyq-a5wY/s1600-h/love-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkNBcRMYaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qk2Gyq-a5wY/s320/love-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312291553879548322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'It's hard to wait around for something that you know might not happen&lt;br /&gt;but it's even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;harder to give up&lt;/span&gt;, when you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's everything you ever wanted...&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--- sweet lavender ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;P/s: Just for you my love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2120222982178929498-7886317303370177835?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7886317303370177835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-far-would-you-go-for-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7886317303370177835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7886317303370177835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-far-would-you-go-for-love.html' title='How far would you go for love?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkNBcRMYaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qk2Gyq-a5wY/s72-c/love-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3576866520114175848</id><published>2009-03-12T20:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:53:36.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>From the Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkB9jD75gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KaXFJo3DMxA/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkB9jD75gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KaXFJo3DMxA/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312279392355608066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The expression &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FROM THE HEART&lt;/span&gt; evokes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love and sincerity&lt;/span&gt;. As it happens, the 12 letters in that phrase can be rearranged into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;two six-letter opposites&lt;/span&gt; that have a lot to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love and marriage&lt;/span&gt;. Can you unscramble this anagram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... rearrange &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FROM THE HEART&lt;/span&gt; and you can spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;FATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Incredible right? '&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/2120222982178929498-3576866520114175848?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3576866520114175848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3576866520114175848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3576866520114175848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-heart.html' title='From the Heart...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbkB9jD75gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KaXFJo3DMxA/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6039985642674605630</id><published>2009-03-11T23:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:05:20.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Seven Signs You're In A Disaster Relationship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbfgsIT7zaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8nN-GELCmhk/s1600-h/relationship12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbfgsIT7zaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8nN-GELCmhk/s320/relationship12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311961334256749986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. 1 ~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dishonesty&lt;/span&gt; - yourself or your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2 ~ Communication - always ending up in an&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 ~ Putting the other on a pedestal and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;putting yourself down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 4 ~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Destructive&lt;/span&gt; impulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 5 ~ Compromise at your own expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 6 ~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling enclosed&lt;/span&gt; or shutting yourself off from other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 7 ~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear of losing&lt;/span&gt; the other person with everything you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-6039985642674605630?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6039985642674605630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-signs-youre-in-disaster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6039985642674605630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6039985642674605630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-signs-youre-in-disaster.html' title='Seven Signs You&apos;re In A Disaster Relationship...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbfgsIT7zaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8nN-GELCmhk/s72-c/relationship12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4629951726929281989</id><published>2009-03-10T20:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:34:05.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>In Pursuit Of HAPPINESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZo0cmt4FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/C5O8L-TOFMU/s1600-h/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZo0cmt4FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/C5O8L-TOFMU/s320/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311548060771147858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; could add years to your life. Agree with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While happiness doesn't cure illness, it does help healthy people live about 7.5 to 10 years longer... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to an analysis of more than 30 studies&lt;/span&gt;). The Australian psychologist Timothy Sharp says that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;happiness is something that can be learnt, much like healthy eating habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ways To Get HAPPY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Set aside a worry time&lt;/span&gt;, such as half an hour after work. If worries come up at other times, put them out of your mind until worry time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Practice random acts of kindness.&lt;/span&gt; Research shows altruism is a powerful catalyst for happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Redefine happiness.&lt;/span&gt; Some people think happiness only means pure joy, but it also includes emotions such as contentment. Work out what happiness means to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be curious. Set aside time to do something new&lt;/span&gt;, such as taking up a new sport or visiting a different town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from 100 ways to happiness:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Guide for Busy People by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy J.Sharp&lt;/span&gt;&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/2120222982178929498-4629951726929281989?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4629951726929281989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4629951726929281989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4629951726929281989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='In Pursuit Of HAPPINESS...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbZo0cmt4FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/C5O8L-TOFMU/s72-c/radioactive-happiness-face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6793513767857897452</id><published>2009-03-09T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:12:29.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>More Than Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbSl2ZgcmQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/AQzA18bZOI4/s1600-h/alpha_soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbSl2ZgcmQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/AQzA18bZOI4/s320/alpha_soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052214555154690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITH ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 26 letters&lt;/span&gt; in the English alphabet, the combination to form words can get interesting. Let's check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Aegilops"&lt;/span&gt; is the longest word with letters in alphabetical order. It means goat grass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"queuing"&lt;/span&gt; has the longest run of vowels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Swims"&lt;/span&gt; is the longest word with 180-degrees symmetry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Stressed &amp;amp; Desserts"&lt;/span&gt; are the longest words that can be reversed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Esophagographers"&lt;/span&gt; is the longest word in which all letters appear twice. It refers to people experienced in radio-graphic visualisation of oesophagus using a swallowed radiopaque contrast medium.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Strengths"&lt;/span&gt; is the longest word that has only one vowel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest word that can be typed with the left hand is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"stewardesses"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest word without a repeating letter is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"dermatoglyphics"&lt;/span&gt;. This word refers to the study of skin markings and patterns on fingers, hands and feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"latchstring"&lt;/span&gt; has the longest run of consonants. It means a cord attached to a latch and often passed through a hole in the door to allow lifting of the latch from the outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest one-syllable word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"screeched"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Honorificabilitudinitatibus"&lt;/span&gt; - the longest word to alternate consonants and vowels. It is the ablative plural of the medieval Latin word &lt;i&gt;honorificabilitudinitas&lt;/i&gt;, which can be translated as "the state of being able to achieve honours".&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is also the longest word coined by Shakespeare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;- Adapted from RD/feb/09' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2120222982178929498-6793513767857897452?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6793513767857897452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6793513767857897452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6793513767857897452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-words.html' title='More Than Words...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbSl2ZgcmQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/AQzA18bZOI4/s72-c/alpha_soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1950107608137103200</id><published>2009-03-08T13:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:16:37.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>The Common Misconception About Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbNiEwQ8uzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uRC3LfqyxME/s1600-h/smoking-cigarette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbNiEwQ8uzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uRC3LfqyxME/s320/smoking-cigarette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310696219414936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mild cigarettes are a healthier option."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;: They are no less harmful. It's also important to look at how you smoke; if you take heavy puffs on a low-tar cigarette, you'll take in a large amount of nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I might over-dose on nicotine through NRT (nicotine replacement therapy)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;: If you use NRT as directed, you will absorb less nicotine than you would from cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't smoke much so I'm not addicted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;: Addiction can be judged by "time to first cigarette." If you're heavily addicted, you'll need a cigarette within the first 30 minutes of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll gain weight if I quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;: You might be tempted to replace cigarettes with food once you've quit, but avoid this trap. Regular exercise and healthy eating will keep those kilos away.&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/2120222982178929498-1950107608137103200?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1950107608137103200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/misconception-about-smoking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1950107608137103200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1950107608137103200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/misconception-about-smoking.html' title='The Common Misconception About Smoking'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbNiEwQ8uzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uRC3LfqyxME/s72-c/smoking-cigarette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3558729672580860001</id><published>2009-03-06T22:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:02:56.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Why ladies today are still single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbFAYj_4wjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xGt1PBhzO2k/s1600-h/single-women_965860.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/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbFAYj_4wjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xGt1PBhzO2k/s400/single-women_965860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310096226370765362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nice men are ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The handsome men are not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'...so now, who the hell understands men? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: Guys...No offense! LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-3558729672580860001?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3558729672580860001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-ladies-today-are-still-single.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3558729672580860001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3558729672580860001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-ladies-today-are-still-single.html' title='Why ladies today are still single?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SbFAYj_4wjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xGt1PBhzO2k/s72-c/single-women_965860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8171266035661675623</id><published>2009-03-03T19:55:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:33:33.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Paintings in the sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6W9RuPcHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0veQqbGS830/s1600-h/aurora-borealis-742458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6W9RuPcHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0veQqbGS830/s400/aurora-borealis-742458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309346990189932658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far north in the night sky, a faint glow appears on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green and red flames of light stretch across the sky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A glowing curtain of light forms, waving and swirling above you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the lights fade away the dark night closes over you once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aurora Borealis&lt;/span&gt;... Does anyone of you familiar with this name?&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora_%28astronomy%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'aurora borealis'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is also called the &lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Northern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lights&lt;/em&gt;, the dancing fluorescent ribbons that light up the night sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6YXRGYHtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/S4Z4OHA37Eg/s1600-h/AuroraBorealis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6YXRGYHtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/S4Z4OHA37Eg/s400/AuroraBorealis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309348536210955986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aurora was named after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roman goddess&lt;/span&gt; of dawn, and was long thought to be produced by sunlight reflected from polar snow and ice, or refracted light much like  rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6XQEJX7OI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ODGLlfwLq50/s1600-h/800px-Red_and_green_aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6XQEJX7OI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ODGLlfwLq50/s400/800px-Red_and_green_aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309347312963153122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Time to Watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Northern Lights", at their most dazzling from December to March when nights are longest and the sky darkest, can usually be seen even as far south as Juneau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Aurora Viewing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aurora is most active late at night or early in the morning, when the sky is clear and the air chilly. The best time to watch is in spring and fall, especially February, March, September, and October. One of the best times to look for the Northern Lights will be when it is dark because of a new moon. So, you might start to plan now if you wish to see it too... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6XhQk2AkI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ezZV8ZvDz4w/s1600-h/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6XhQk2AkI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ezZV8ZvDz4w/s400/aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309347608357372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'It's become one of my dream to witness this unique phenomenon with my loved one... Well, there are lots of things I wish to do with my partner and I hope I can make all of them come true.. one day... i wish! As I mentioned before, I wish to do something special which can create special memories of both of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6YKXo0gNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s1-8BmFPaY4/s1600-h/AuroraBorealisC11764853.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6YKXo0gNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s1-8BmFPaY4/s400/AuroraBorealisC11764853.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309348314627735762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8171266035661675623?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8171266035661675623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/paintings-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8171266035661675623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8171266035661675623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/03/paintings-in-sky.html' title='Paintings in the sky...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Sa6W9RuPcHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0veQqbGS830/s72-c/aurora-borealis-742458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6482906161259210050</id><published>2009-02-28T08:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:43:52.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Anniversary Nuffnang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what? I just got signing up for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.nuffnang.com/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yesterday and I was surprised to get this very first  email from Nuffnang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaiS5vRImjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/loAB3HyNINU/s1600-h/Nuffnang2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaiS5vRImjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/loAB3HyNINU/s400/Nuffnang2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307653681494661682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have seen most of the bloggers have Nuffnang ads on their blogs and it's never come across my mind to bother about it until yesterday I had surf the Nuffnang.com. Honestly, I was impressed when I read about the growth story of Nuffnang that make me to surrender as one of the Nuffnang supporters.  Never thought that I signed up on Nuffnang 2nd Anniversary... Ok, I not purposely chosen yesterday because it's Nuffnang 2nd Anniversary. Indeed, I really don't know it is until I got that very first email from Nuffnang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am glad that I can be one of the Nuffnang supporters as I found out this blog advertising agency really impressed me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Congrats to the founders of Nuffnang.com, Mr. Timothy Tiah &amp;amp; Mr. Cheo Ming Shen on their succeed...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the best to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nuffnang.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nuffnang.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&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/2120222982178929498-6482906161259210050?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6482906161259210050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-2nd-anniversary-nuffnang.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6482906161259210050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6482906161259210050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-2nd-anniversary-nuffnang.html' title='Happy 2nd Anniversary Nuffnang...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaiS5vRImjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/loAB3HyNINU/s72-c/Nuffnang2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8311447682690555701</id><published>2009-02-27T21:26:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:18:51.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>Lovely cookies... and notes for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact I am missing him so much today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If really God gives us chance to be together...&lt;br /&gt;I wish to bake some of these cookies for you...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wont be as lovely as in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;But I will made it with full of loves...&lt;br /&gt;Just for you dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot things I wish to do for you...&lt;br /&gt;Now all of it become part of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am just dreaming now...&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, I  wish to see your smiling face again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf2YWn-API/AAAAAAAAASk/SiykcCXXUxQ/s1600-h/butterfly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf2YWn-API/AAAAAAAAASk/SiykcCXXUxQ/s320/butterfly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307481584129933554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are such a beautiful butterfly that come to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf252bXqhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FWk73aUmX_g/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf252bXqhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FWk73aUmX_g/s320/love.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307482159602706962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You filled me with unconditional loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf_CdIHPxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iej4BGlBoV8/s1600-h/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf_CdIHPxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iej4BGlBoV8/s320/heart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491103522897682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You make me feel loved that I never felt before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf3VMuWsyI/AAAAAAAAATE/lsUbI2zboA4/s1600-h/yourone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf3VMuWsyI/AAAAAAAAATE/lsUbI2zboA4/s320/yourone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307482629444383522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You always cheer my day with sweet words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf3uenEhPI/AAAAAAAAATM/FbCJCPcfESI/s1600-h/be+mine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf3uenEhPI/AAAAAAAAATM/FbCJCPcfESI/s320/be+mine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307483063742399730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The phrase that you never missed... "Be mine, I Love You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf4ER6Z1HI/AAAAAAAAATU/zhzi05JMtaU/s1600-h/colourful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf4ER6Z1HI/AAAAAAAAATU/zhzi05JMtaU/s320/colourful.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307483438290949234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You coloured every single day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf4g_NtbFI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZ240v2dSKg/s1600-h/cute.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf4g_NtbFI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZ240v2dSKg/s320/cute.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307483931487857746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All things is beautiful when you're with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5ANEjrlI/AAAAAAAAATk/0dxHmSQSVwA/s1600-h/frog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5ANEjrlI/AAAAAAAAATk/0dxHmSQSVwA/s320/frog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307484467783511634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till the day is come... I open my heart for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5UvuGJJI/AAAAAAAAATs/wBy3blIaGIQ/s1600-h/hugme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5UvuGJJI/AAAAAAAAATs/wBy3blIaGIQ/s320/hugme.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307484820681925778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel happy to be yours... Yes, I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5uVJ_MLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SRm_iaIYHZY/s1600-h/happyvday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf5uVJ_MLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SRm_iaIYHZY/s320/happyvday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307485260227752114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday is our Valentine's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf6H7b95bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BfqsAEsfeEw/s1600-h/choco.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf6H7b95bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BfqsAEsfeEw/s320/choco.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307485700000441778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing everything together... Our fave choco cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf6hO0BPQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KxlJkXRQoAY/s1600-h/pink.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf6hO0BPQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KxlJkXRQoAY/s320/pink.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307486134698327298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May our love blossoms like those flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf7MiYXJ1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/8xM3UZj7YqM/s1600-h/fruit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf7MiYXJ1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/8xM3UZj7YqM/s320/fruit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307486878685407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then bear those fruits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf7jzbRaXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iCX_NKTXuSk/s1600-h/hepibday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf7jzbRaXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iCX_NKTXuSk/s320/hepibday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307487278398007666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I can celebrate your birthday this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf8KGJbxDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/563m5xWw-RA/s1600-h/cakes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf8KGJbxDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/563m5xWw-RA/s320/cakes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307487936258491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wait for my surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf8hNm3A4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ArY9cegf2SA/s1600-h/marry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf8hNm3A4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ArY9cegf2SA/s320/marry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307488333397951362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reserved one of your birthday wishes for this.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf-TqCbEtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Bme3_vnXrNI/s1600-h/iluvu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf-TqCbEtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Bme3_vnXrNI/s320/iluvu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307490299534840530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you always... I want to be yours forever....&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/2120222982178929498-8311447682690555701?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8311447682690555701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovely-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8311447682690555701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8311447682690555701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovely-cookies.html' title='Lovely cookies... and notes for you...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/Saf2YWn-API/AAAAAAAAASk/SiykcCXXUxQ/s72-c/butterfly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1133361152610595632</id><published>2009-02-26T15:45:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:30:48.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Hope he get well soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaZXx8NT9KI/AAAAAAAAARc/WT0w_OmQo00/s1600-h/burung-kertas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaZXx8NT9KI/AAAAAAAAARc/WT0w_OmQo00/s320/burung-kertas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307025726389875874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you believe in dreams? Well... Try to not! But last night I had weird dreams where at first I felt happy then followed by unhappy... And that happened today when I heard good news and then bad news... The good news is about my job where I not gonna too stress after March... Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news... Ok, this really make me feel sad and make me moody whole day today... but still I wanna share with you all... Hoping that you all can do me a favor... I just got the news that one of my ex-student was involved in accident last Sunday and his condition very unstable and in unconscious mode. I feel guilty that I only got to know about this today!!! Yesterday, I bumped into his classmates and they told me that he was involved in  accident.. Since I was too rush  for something else then I was not too bothered to ask further as I thought it won't be too serious... until today, one of the teacher called me and ask whether I would like to join to visit him in the hospital.. then only I know he was seriously injured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident news was on the newspapers.. I blamed myself as I not really read newspapers and not to ask further about him from his friends yesterday...The incident happened last Sunday, 10am. He and his friend were walking along the road (on the way back home from football game ) when he got knocked down by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'stupid driver' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that didn't drive properly. After the car rammed into him, the impact of the incident caused him to be thrown into the air before he knocked against the front mirror of the car and then fell onto the road. According to the police initial investigations, he might have been dragged off as far as 95 metres from the spot where he was knocked down. Can you imagine how fast was that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'stupid driver'&lt;/span&gt; drove? This caused serious injury on his head and body... And he's now laying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; on the hospital bed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To all, please do me a favor after you read this.. Take a few seconds.. Pray for him so he get well soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaZZPevFyII/AAAAAAAAAR0/jTXyH12Z4Tw/s1600-h/just_pray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaZZPevFyII/AAAAAAAAAR0/jTXyH12Z4Tw/s400/just_pray2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307027333386193026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He used to be my naughty student  when I taught him last year... But still I like him very much as he always cheer me up with his naughty action... Sometimes, he will act guilt when he found out that I not bother him in class due to his naughtiness... Then, he will start to pay attention and try to get my attention in class... Unlike other naughty students, he is very obedient when he met the teachers outside the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;' KongLP, I hope you get well soon... Everyone is waiting for you! You must be strong... I want to see naughty KongLP back to school... Your friends are waiting for you... 2C class is waiting for you... same as well all the teachers in the school... your parents, your siblings, all family members... and of course me too, your ex-teacher, Ms.SP... We love you, KongLP! Gambatte! '&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/2120222982178929498-1133361152610595632?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1133361152610595632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-you-get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1133361152610595632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1133361152610595632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-you-get-well-soon.html' title='Hope he get well soon...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaZXx8NT9KI/AAAAAAAAARc/WT0w_OmQo00/s72-c/burung-kertas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4529489853845767346</id><published>2009-02-24T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:32:50.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy'/><title type='text'>Irresistible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't blame me if you feel hungry after viewing all these pictures... I just want to keep it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the-dream-foods-I-wish-to-eat-with-you&lt;/span&gt; collections...&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, Japanese desserts... Yummy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPod5vnMfI/AAAAAAAAANs/w--A9NrUoPs/s1600-h/Anmitsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPod5vnMfI/AAAAAAAAANs/w--A9NrUoPs/s320/Anmitsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306340386386948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anmitsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPoxfyufVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xlxk65a-aB8/s1600-h/Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPoxfyufVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xlxk65a-aB8/s320/Apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306340723018071378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apple Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaQAZdvc49I/AAAAAAAAARE/-Js3qJ97Hi8/s1600-h/edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaQAZdvc49I/AAAAAAAAARE/-Js3qJ97Hi8/s400/edit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306366698429670354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sesame Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPpMaeus9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/bvHoXlTt3-0/s1600-h/Choco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPpMaeus9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/bvHoXlTt3-0/s320/Choco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306341185448489938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choco Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPpdDtvWoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4mPubVv5-uA/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPpdDtvWoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4mPubVv5-uA/s320/Cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306341471395207810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp; Bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPqG4pdwJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OebmK3uYiKw/s1600-h/Dorayaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPqG4pdwJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OebmK3uYiKw/s320/Dorayaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306342189978992786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dorayaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPqVbFztmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gbciHw7-Qvw/s1600-h/Fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPqVbFztmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gbciHw7-Qvw/s320/Fruits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306342439742846562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Variety Fruit Pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrEl6FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/A69GSi3epR8/s1600-h/Japanese%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrEl6FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/A69GSi3epR8/s320/Japanese%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306343250100316034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese Variety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrQ8GuWzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1LzJJWlB9_Q/s1600-h/Japanese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrQ8GuWzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1LzJJWlB9_Q/s320/Japanese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306343462217341746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute right? Little Bunny ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPricNoClI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CPeP9bOtVU8/s1600-h/Kuzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPricNoClI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CPeP9bOtVU8/s320/Kuzu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306343762893998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrtq2sk3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/UGjJrYHZtFM/s1600-h/Little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPrtq2sk3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/UGjJrYHZtFM/s320/Little.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306343955802919794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPr5XMvQLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XZGuj8FUVMI/s1600-h/Macha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPr5XMvQLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XZGuj8FUVMI/s320/Macha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306344156685090994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPsEopn6GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QMMjDtoNQAY/s1600-h/Mitarashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPsEopn6GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QMMjDtoNQAY/s320/Mitarashi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306344350348208226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mitarashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaQDBfox6bI/AAAAAAAAARM/PSLXuxpEqGo/s1600-h/edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaQDBfox6bI/AAAAAAAAARM/PSLXuxpEqGo/s400/edit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369585156581810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mochi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP0PSnvmuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e_xCTGLTBkQ/s1600-h/combinepeachraspberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP0PSnvmuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e_xCTGLTBkQ/s400/combinepeachraspberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306353329506327266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peach &amp;amp; Raspberry Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP1H3rSYwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_WdQa890gRw/s1600-h/combinestrawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP1H3rSYwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_WdQa890gRw/s400/combinestrawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306354301525975810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP6QqKTnvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZFkJepXQNKk/s1600-h/Taiyaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaP6QqKTnvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZFkJepXQNKk/s320/Taiyaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306359950074945266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taiyaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' I wish that one day there will be a chance to try all these foods with my loved one.. Sharing one piece.. Treasure every bites together... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-4529489853845767346?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4529489853845767346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/irresistible.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4529489853845767346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4529489853845767346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaPod5vnMfI/AAAAAAAAANs/w--A9NrUoPs/s72-c/Anmitsu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-834504848359172995</id><published>2009-02-23T21:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:18:51.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>When there's no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaKmreeQy9I/AAAAAAAAANk/OTbiKeYQbRE/s1600-h/363498mj5991k58e.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaKmreeQy9I/AAAAAAAAANk/OTbiKeYQbRE/s320/363498mj5991k58e.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986576840444882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When there's no more hurts, you'll stop crying...&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more feels, you'll stop loving...&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more cares, you'll stop hoping...&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more loves, you'll stop breathing...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sweet Lavender -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2120222982178929498-834504848359172995?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/834504848359172995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-theres-no-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/834504848359172995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/834504848359172995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-theres-no-more.html' title='When there&apos;s no more...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaKmreeQy9I/AAAAAAAAANk/OTbiKeYQbRE/s72-c/363498mj5991k58e.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1292528171536883002</id><published>2009-02-22T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:15:14.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Pimples... Go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaFAh-hRK9I/AAAAAAAAANc/-muVEIQfjrU/s1600-h/pimples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaFAh-hRK9I/AAAAAAAAANc/-muVEIQfjrU/s320/pimples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305592788481551314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not again... My pimples is back! This time even more worse... Maybe because the food I eaten? Or the wrong product I use? Or STRESS? Emm... I think all these when blend together then *tada*... Pimples will come for partying on my face! Well, I think the main cause is Peanut! :( I really can't eat peanut as the pimples love peanut so much... Last few days, I had eaten the peanut with my nephew. Then the next day when I woke up in the morning... Looking at the mirror! Goshh.. The pimples is appeared as much as the peanut I eaten a day before... When I count.. count.. and count.. It almost the same total as the peanut I eaten.  Sound ridiculous? But that's the truth! -.-" I think start from this moment I really should band any peanut related &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;products &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; in my food list...&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/2120222982178929498-1292528171536883002?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1292528171536883002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/pimples-go-away.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1292528171536883002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1292528171536883002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/pimples-go-away.html' title='Pimples... Go away!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SaFAh-hRK9I/AAAAAAAAANc/-muVEIQfjrU/s72-c/pimples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8649661877380922936</id><published>2009-02-20T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:18:51.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From The Heart'/><title type='text'>Just for you...</title><content type='html'>To the light of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq-erAIt-I/AAAAAAAAANI/N6L9VV6NG2M/s1600-h/love_012_1680x1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq-erAIt-I/AAAAAAAAANI/N6L9VV6NG2M/s320/love_012_1680x1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303760945330829282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can change my love towards you..&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&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/2120222982178929498-8649661877380922936?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8649661877380922936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8649661877380922936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8649661877380922936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-you.html' title='Just for you...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq-erAIt-I/AAAAAAAAANI/N6L9VV6NG2M/s72-c/love_012_1680x1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-2107989258765874398</id><published>2009-02-19T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:18:49.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Bites'/><title type='text'>Would you sacrifice for Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq21lZ8tOI/AAAAAAAAANA/L0Z0k4fLtfY/s1600-h/becauseimagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq21lZ8tOI/AAAAAAAAANA/L0Z0k4fLtfY/s320/becauseimagirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303752542872450274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another version of "Just take care my eyes please..." where the guy had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; just because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;his love towards the girl&lt;/span&gt;.. Love is blind! Enjoy the video clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fe8011bc141d993" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fe8011bc141d993%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320408%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C53A985B874DCED97DFA9075A319593C8CE4E70.5F610351C570EDEAD76C7CA579279FA34C2D7CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fe8011bc141d993%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx3tynI_I46hSXwTiZvcIXHo13W8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fe8011bc141d993%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320408%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C53A985B874DCED97DFA9075A319593C8CE4E70.5F610351C570EDEAD76C7CA579279FA34C2D7CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fe8011bc141d993%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx3tynI_I46hSXwTiZvcIXHo13W8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" name="histoire"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What is right it doesn't matter... What's important is which decision you will not regret'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;The Story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story begins with the scene of a photographer who was taking a picture for an automobile magazine. He accidentally took a picture of a girl who was walking across right in front of his camera. She excused politely and went away. One day, the photographer went to a salon which by accident was the the place where the girl worked at. He left his hat in the salon by accident, leaving the girl a chance to come by his workplace to return it. So she came to his studio and returned his hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But before she left, he made her pose as a model. They found out that they shared a same passion. He was a professional photographer and she was a girl who dreamed to be a model. They became close and spent a lot of time together. He took a lot of pictures of her and published them. One day, an accident happened while she was trying to get something from a high rack in his studio. An unlid bottle of photographic product fell and spilled on her. She was immediately taken to a hospital. The chemical of the photographic product was so toxic, it damaged her eyes so bad that she was about to never be able to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A miracle happened, after a while being taken care in the hospital, the doctors took off the bandages on her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw the photographer's co-worker holding a celebration cake with a candle on it. The co-worker took her to his studio, but he was not there to be found. She was so sad because she loved him so much, she thought that the photographer left her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day when she was working, the co-worker came over and showed her the magazine he published with her as the model. She remembered about the racing place where they went together before. She found him there sitting on a bench with a dog next to him and noticed that he was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She stand there and suddenly cried realizing that he loved her so much that he let go the most important part of his life as a photographer and a biker for her, his eyes. She was so touched knowing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he actually gave her his eyes just so she could see again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is someone I love... Although I can't be with him now... I'm still in love with him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The story grabbed from http://kissinfo.net/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="histoire"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2120222982178929498-2107989258765874398?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fe8011bc141d993&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2107989258765874398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/sacrification-of-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2107989258765874398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2107989258765874398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/sacrification-of-love.html' title='Would you sacrifice for Love?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZq21lZ8tOI/AAAAAAAAANA/L0Z0k4fLtfY/s72-c/becauseimagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8668653753711305541</id><published>2009-02-18T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:34:22.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful'/><title type='text'>Just take care of my eyes please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People tends to forget about their past when the new things come and changes their life. In fact, we should remember the path we had traveled in the past and never forget to think where we been before the current stage of our life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZrBHh-zZEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z5DshvNNnQE/s1600-h/42-17034852edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZrBHh-zZEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z5DshvNNnQE/s320/42-17034852edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303763846307210306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said the if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES PLEASE...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'This is how human change when their status changes. Only few remember what life was before, and who has always been there in the most painful situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Dear J...I willing to sacrifice to let you see the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-8668653753711305541?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8668653753711305541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-take-care-of-my-eyes-please.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8668653753711305541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8668653753711305541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-take-care-of-my-eyes-please.html' title='Just take care of my eyes please...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZrBHh-zZEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z5DshvNNnQE/s72-c/42-17034852edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1838930133338813869</id><published>2009-02-17T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:05:09.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Self-Abused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZl3FDPcZuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dSSywf3o-3g/s1600-h/numb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZl3FDPcZuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dSSywf3o-3g/s320/numb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303400964858603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever lost control and caused self-abused? In fact, when you feel deep depressed and when you are in your own world, everything will be out of your control... This what I get used too right now! I scratched both my arms till it bleeding... I stabbed myself with pen... and I dint feel the pain! I feel numb and I totally don't know what is the feel of pain.. It's really out of my control which caused self-abused... to get myself get hurt to release some kind of annoying feels in my heart... People will think that I was mad! But in fact all this is out of my control... as I mentioned earlier... I feel numb... I cant bear this feelings... I want to feel something that more painful than the pain in my heart now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I am sorry that it's really out of my control... Remember last time when we quarreled, it used to happened and you will stop me but now no one to stop me... Don't worry as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the pain is not as greater as the pain I feel in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&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/2120222982178929498-1838930133338813869?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1838930133338813869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-abused.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1838930133338813869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1838930133338813869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-abused.html' title='Self-Abused...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZl3FDPcZuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dSSywf3o-3g/s72-c/numb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7078296334721095222</id><published>2009-02-16T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:15:28.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful'/><title type='text'>A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQseMG6WeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gtU_xcgE3M0/s1600-h/PurpleRoseedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQseMG6WeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gtU_xcgE3M0/s320/PurpleRoseedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301911558479829474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A boy was  born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loving couple  and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;around two years old,  one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was late for office so  he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the cupboard. His wife,  preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boy saw the  bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;color and drank it  all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;adults in small  dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to the hospital. He  died.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The mother was stunned! She was terrified how she was going to face  her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the  dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five  words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What were the five words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. What is  the implication of this story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The  husband just said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am with you  Darling"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The husband's totally unexpected  reaction is a proactive behavior. The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;child is dead. He can never be brought  back to life. There is no point in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finding fault with the  mother.  Besides, if only he had taken time  to keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the bottle away, this would not have happened. No one is to be  blamed. She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had also lost her only child.  What she needed at that moment  was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave  her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there  would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;much fewer problems in the world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A journey of a thousand  miles begins with a single step.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take off all your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;envies, jealousies,  unforgiveness, selfishness,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fears&lt;/span&gt;. And you will find things are actually  not as difficult as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'As for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;this story is  really worth reading. Sometimes we spend time in asking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;is responsible or  whom to blame&lt;/span&gt;, whether in a relationship, in a job or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;with the people we  know. By this way &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;we miss out some warmth in human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;relationship.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s: Dear J, i never blame u for whatever happen...&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-7078296334721095222?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7078296334721095222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-of-thousand-miles-begins-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7078296334721095222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7078296334721095222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-of-thousand-miles-begins-with.html' title='A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQseMG6WeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gtU_xcgE3M0/s72-c/PurpleRoseedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4282554534473050968</id><published>2009-02-15T01:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:55:16.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009 Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZcQgLqPcjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1gX7UY_LA9o/s1600-h/IMG_7144edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZcQgLqPcjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1gX7UY_LA9o/s320/IMG_7144edit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302725231323869746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pink - Grace and Gentility, the rose of sweet thoughts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the one &amp;amp; only rose I got for 2009 Valentine's Day... Not to reveal the person identity as he's the most stubborn one among all... as I already warned everyone that "NO flower for this year! Better buy me something that I can eat!!! LOL~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Anyway, thanks "papaya" for treat us Valentine's dinner @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cafe Palmelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for the lovely pink rose.. He know I like pink so much that I wont throw it away... Great choice huh? :)&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/2120222982178929498-4282554534473050968?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4282554534473050968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-2009-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4282554534473050968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4282554534473050968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-2009-valentines-day.html' title='Goodbye 2009 Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZcQgLqPcjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1gX7UY_LA9o/s72-c/IMG_7144edit3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3154120358529506760</id><published>2009-02-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:54:16.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://this-is-the-mad-style.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZVmdtC8M-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2jdXRaOLkz0/s1600-h/8701-014-05-1027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZVmdtC8M-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2jdXRaOLkz0/s320/8701-014-05-1027.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302256796792796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's not longer mine...  But still I want to complete this questionnaire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ What are your middle names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Xue" (snow in mandarin) @ Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Less than a year... and all those become &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unforgettable memories&lt;/span&gt; to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost a month.. He was trying so hard to get to know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everything about me&lt;/span&gt; within that month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him... I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by the way he treated me everytime we together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His lovely sister... But we don't get the chance to talk to each other as she's always on phone... and me &amp;amp; him spending time together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you have any children together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No... Planned too if we could make it until marriage as both of us love kids.. He want baby gal as our 1st baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ What about pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He promised to get me a puppy and he will took care of it for me... but now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's all impossible&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope... We were in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;same dream&lt;/span&gt;.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.. That makes this relationship turned like this and I willing to let him go for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his happiness&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He always surprised me, bring me to different great places (which  I ever mentioned  to him  I wish to go &amp;amp; he fulfilled every one of it) when we're on date. To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/span&gt;... Thanks for all those sweet moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None... Our last plan was to go on cruise together to Korea... and it's now become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my-not-come-true-dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the neat-freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He totally vice versa and because of me he try to change to be one... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where was your first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remembered it clearly and it was during Merdeka countdown at D Spring.. He treated me like a princess :) That was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the most romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; moment&lt;/span&gt; I ever had with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, for me... the relationship will get serious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;once we had started it&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm done! Next is your turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Lucky prince @ princess&lt;/span&gt; are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://amieymisme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amiey@amieymisme  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://forevertulip.com/"&gt;Ethel@forevertulip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://1001nothings.blogspot.com/"&gt;OneOther@MuchAdoAboutNothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="blog-icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1001nothings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="blog-title"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nazshemah.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shemah@MySweetEscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.ashodasangkenyalang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashoda@AshodaSangKenyalang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;* I'm not really sure of your status, it's just a random pick.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... Dear J, Happy Valentine's Day..  ILY&amp;amp;IMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-3154120358529506760?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3154120358529506760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-boredom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3154120358529506760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3154120358529506760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-boredom.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZVmdtC8M-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2jdXRaOLkz0/s72-c/8701-014-05-1027.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-9157982968233107887</id><published>2009-02-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:18:49.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Bites'/><title type='text'>17 signs you are falling in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQvZgNkG0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Um-wD-gM2yY/s1600-h/5380038019-652919451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQvZgNkG0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Um-wD-gM2yY/s320/5380038019-652919451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301914776511978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEVENTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You look at their profile/picture constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SIXTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FIFTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You read their TEXTs and IMs over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FOURTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You walk really slow when you're with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;THIRTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You feel shy whenever they're around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ELEVEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;When you think about them, your heart beats faster and slower at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;TEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You smile when you hear their voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;NINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, all you see is him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;EIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You start listening to slow songs while thinking of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SEVEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;They're all you think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SIX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You get high just from their scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You realize that you're always smiling to urself when you think about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You would do anything for them, or anything to see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;THREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;While reading this, there is one person on your mind the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't notice number twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp;amp; are now silently laughing at yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...AND THE PERSON  WHO IS IN YOUR  MIND IS YOUR LOVE ONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-9157982968233107887?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/9157982968233107887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-signs-you-are-falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9157982968233107887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9157982968233107887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-signs-you-are-falling-in-love.html' title='17 signs you are falling in love...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQvZgNkG0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Um-wD-gM2yY/s72-c/5380038019-652919451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5379693743693653950</id><published>2009-02-12T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:04:00.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful'/><title type='text'>Time Never Goes Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;p/s: After sorting some of my emails, I got this story which I think its pretty interesting... After reading, I could relate my life with the story...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQCCDWhUqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/74o2cKkzXd0/s1600-h/1a-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQCCDWhUqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/74o2cKkzXd0/s320/1a-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301864895604675234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'And I hope that I won't missed it again...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a teacher and his student lying down under a big tree near a big grass area. Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : Teacher, I'm confused, how can we find our soul-mate? Can you please help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher : (Silent for few second, then he answer) Well, it's a pretty hard and easy question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : (Thinking hard) Huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher : Look on that way, there are a lot of grass there, why don't you walk there but please never walk backward, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try to find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : Well, ok then... wait for me... (walked straight ahead to the grass field).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher : Em, well I don't see any beautiful grass on your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : On my journey, I found few beautiful grass, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn't pick it up. But I didn't realize that I'm at the end of the field, and I hadn't picked up any. Cause you told me not to go back, so I didn't go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher : That's what happened in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the message of this story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Grass - is people around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Beautiful Grass - is people that attract you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Grass Field - is time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* In looking for your soulmate, please don't always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you'll waste your lifetime, cause remember "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time Never Goes Back&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It applies the same in finding your ideal life partner, your suitable career or business, therefore the morale is LOVE &amp;amp; grab hold of the opportunity that you have now, don't waste time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...There Can Be Only One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-5379693743693653950?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5379693743693653950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-never-goes-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5379693743693653950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5379693743693653950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-never-goes-back.html' title='Time Never Goes Back...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZQCCDWhUqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/74o2cKkzXd0/s72-c/1a-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1568209723814363424</id><published>2009-02-11T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:59:02.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>I love 25...</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.ashodasangkenyalang.blogspot.com/"&gt;AshodaSangKenyalang&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZGeGcW9EYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DbpQe0DkuyI/s1600-h/z75767810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZGeGcW9EYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DbpQe0DkuyI/s320/z75767810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192069920657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 7 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I tagged you&lt;/span&gt;, it’s because&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to know more about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1: i love to be one &amp;amp; the only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2: i love being pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3: i love all colour of roses ( i want them all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4: i love traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5: i love beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6: i love $$$ (of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7: i love to go on cruise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8: i love happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9: i love shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10: i love music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11: i love pink (did i say it again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12: i love surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13: i love nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14: i love my family &amp;amp; my bestie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15: i love day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16: i love eating sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17: i love photo shooting (&amp;amp; i want to be the model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18: i love snow snow snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19: i love little dimple ^^ (if u get me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20: i love to love &amp;amp; to be loved by the person i truly love (confuse?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21: i love to be showered with more love love love.. never ending love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22: i love to see firework, sunset, sunrise, shooting star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23: i love to be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24: i love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25: i love number 25!!! I'm 25! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a break &amp;amp; try this out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this tag, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Lucky 7 &lt;/span&gt; are:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Sharon, One Other, Shemah, Ethel, Valen, SweetSurrender, Ashoda &lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-1568209723814363424?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1568209723814363424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-25.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1568209723814363424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1568209723814363424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-25.html' title='I love 25...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZGeGcW9EYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DbpQe0DkuyI/s72-c/z75767810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6214534064840281471</id><published>2009-02-10T17:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:59:12.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful'/><title type='text'>Hold my hand ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZFJsghx-fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ESV0-buVyx0/s1600-h/2592837925_b78797c53a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZFJsghx-fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ESV0-buVyx0/s320/2592837925_b78797c53a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301099265386478066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is a short story with a beautiful message...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;'In any relationship,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.&lt;/span&gt; So, hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours...'&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-6214534064840281471?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6214534064840281471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6214534064840281471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6214534064840281471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold my hand ...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SZFJsghx-fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ESV0-buVyx0/s72-c/2592837925_b78797c53a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7711620679521208058</id><published>2009-02-08T10:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:31:22.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Parrot flower?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5Iy2-iUwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tA_FZqvMypc/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5Iy2-iUwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tA_FZqvMypc/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300253850050122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A flower disguised as a parrot. Amazing huh? &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parrot flower? Have anyone of you heard about it? This is a flower from Thailand. It is also a protected species and is not allowed to be exported. This will be the only way we will be able to view this flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5INezby2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/M2R3WkcKK7c/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5INezby2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/M2R3WkcKK7c/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300253207905946466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Also known to Thailand people as "Dork Nok Khaew". '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impatiens psittacina&lt;/span&gt;" also known as '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rare Thailand Parrot Flower&lt;/span&gt;'. It is from the Shaw States of Burma and northern Thailand. It is extremely rare in nature and not grown by collectors as it is illegal to export from either native country. The botanist who named it, described it in 1901 as a "cockatoo suspended by a string from its shoulders". The name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impatiens psittacina&lt;/span&gt; means "parrot like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5IjsdMdOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OcDWAIyv9RY/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5IjsdMdOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OcDWAIyv9RY/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300253589527885026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Another wonderful creation of God... Don't you think so?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;For more information on this Parrot flower,&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.exoticrainforest.com/Rare%20Thailand%20Parrot%20Flower%20SP.html"&gt;"Rare Thailand Parrot Flower Impatiens psittacina"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-7711620679521208058?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7711620679521208058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/parrot-flower.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7711620679521208058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7711620679521208058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/parrot-flower.html' title='Parrot flower?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SY5Iy2-iUwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tA_FZqvMypc/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1780064971190820645</id><published>2009-02-07T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:18:49.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Bites'/><title type='text'>I love you the way you are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYmYVBwJ6hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zHCcMyw7oLI/s1600-h/l_9a456f1526cec24572a9035d61f6601f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYmYVBwJ6hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zHCcMyw7oLI/s320/l_9a456f1526cec24572a9035d61f6601f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298933923593185810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations. A wonderful time was had by all. The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was very dashing in his black tuxedo. Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal: “I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage.” she offered. “Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them together and make our lives happier together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The husband agreed. So each of them went to a separate room in the house and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go over their lists. “I’ll start,” offered the wife. She took out her list. It had many items on it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As she started reading the list of the little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husbands eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing” the husband replied, “keep reading your list.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to her husband. She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands over top of it. “Now, you read your list and then we’ll talk about the things on both of our lists.” She said happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quietly the husband stated, “I don’t have anything on my list. I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you are perfect the way that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don’t want you to change anything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn’t want to try and change anything about you.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and his acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed and annoyed. We don’t really have to go looking for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;We have a wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Why waste time in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying things when we can look around us, and see the wondrous things before us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;'I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST when we see and praise the good and try our best to forgo the mistakes of our loved one. Nobody’s perfect but we can find perfection in them to change the way we see them. It is necessary to understand the difficulties and be a helping hand to each other…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;THAT BRIGHTENS THE RELATIONSHIP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;People make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;We are allowed to make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pause and ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Think before you act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; forget. Love one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I love reading this too.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://forevertulip.com/2009/02/spouse-from-god/"&gt;"Spouse From God"&lt;/a&gt; posted by Forever Tulip.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;h2 class="entry-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: I always love u J...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:100%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-1780064971190820645?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1780064971190820645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1780064971190820645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1780064971190820645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-way-you-are.html' title='I love you the way you are...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYmYVBwJ6hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zHCcMyw7oLI/s72-c/l_9a456f1526cec24572a9035d61f6601f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8830856682058648216</id><published>2009-02-06T01:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:30:49.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Expressing yourself with roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsOyTehvII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KOBbOY9OoG8/s1600-h/flowers3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsOyTehvII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KOBbOY9OoG8/s320/flowers3-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345643916082306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'It's not only a beautiful blossoms... it's a message from your heart... rose is a perfect choice for expressing the nuances of your deepest feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before you try to impress that someone with that bouquet of roses, make sure you know the meaning behind it, the meaning of roses; what the number of roses represent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roses: Color Meaning and Symbolism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsEVy5y3rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_O1Uj-COwwY/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsEVy5y3rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_O1Uj-COwwY/s320/red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299334159019466418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Red - Sincere Love &amp;amp; Respect, Courage &amp;amp; Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Send red roses to convey the message of your passionate love for that someone; saying "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsElwHrtOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rgv4hWnext0/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsElwHrtOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rgv4hWnext0/s320/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299334433150317794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pink - Grace and Gentility, the rose of sweet thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Send deep pink roses to show your appreciation &amp;amp; gratitude; saying "Thank you" Send light pink roses to convey admiration and sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFCcufi3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ykIsAPfGWgk/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 74px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFCcufi3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ykIsAPfGWgk/s320/yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299334926160595826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yellow - In the Victorian times, yellow roses meant jealousy. But today, they signify friendship, joy, gladness and freedom, the promise of a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send yellow roses to brighten up someone's day; to congratulate your friends and loved ones during Joyous occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFaOHT2xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iojRX92v6Sw/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFaOHT2xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iojRX92v6Sw/s320/white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335334555015954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;White - Spiritual love &amp;amp; purity, the rose of confession, the bridal rose; "You are heavenly","I am worthy of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Commonly used as traditional bridal bouquet during weddings to symbolize a happy love. You can nevertheless use them to convey the message of "You are heavenly, I miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFu_zC3PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KDo0PkZjkgs/s1600-h/lilac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsFu_zC3PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KDo0PkZjkgs/s320/lilac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335691489172722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lavender - Love at first sight and enchantment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Send lavender roses of course, to convey the message of your "love at first sight" with that special someone. You can nevertheless also send them if you would like to make a special impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsGCWzI4jI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wl7AVAhXikY/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsGCWzI4jI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wl7AVAhXikY/s320/orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336024081097266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Orange - Passionate desire, pure enthusiasm and fascination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An excellent choice for a new relationship that you wish to pursue further. It can nevertheless also be referring to a new business partnership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Meaning of Number of Roses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 1 Rose        Love at the first sight; you are the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 2 Roses      Mutual love between both, deeply in love with one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 3 Roses       I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 6 Roses       I wanna be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 7 Roses       I'm infatuated with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 9 Roses       An Eternal love, together as long as we live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 10 Roses     You are perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 11 Roses     You are my treasured one; the one I love most in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Roses     Be my steady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;( Anne, u got the meaning?^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 13 Roses     Secret Admirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 15 Roses     I am truly sorry, please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 20 Roses     Believe me, I am sincere towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 21 Roses     I am devoted to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 24 Roses     Can't stop thinking about you, 24 hours everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 33 Roses     Saying "I love you" with great affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 36 Roses     I will remember our romantic moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 40 Roses     My love for you is genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 50 Roses     Regretless love, this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 99 Roses      I will love you for as long as I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 100 Roses   Harmoniously together in a century; remaining devoted as couple till ripe-old age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 101 Roses    You are my one and only love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 108 Roses    Please marry me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 365 Roses    Can't stop thinking about you, each and everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;999 Roses    Everlasting and Eternal love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;( I want to have 999 stalks of roses!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: J... I really don't wish to drop any tears for you.. I just want back my happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&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/2120222982178929498-8830856682058648216?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8830856682058648216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/roses-color-meaning-and-symbolism.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8830856682058648216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8830856682058648216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/roses-color-meaning-and-symbolism.html' title='Expressing yourself with roses...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYsOyTehvII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KOBbOY9OoG8/s72-c/flowers3-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1235228665164904103</id><published>2009-02-05T17:49:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:57:12.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Embarrassing moment or sweet moment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYrEHKKYqfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xO76ydH6O-4/s1600-h/2273542426_63c135b400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYrEHKKYqfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xO76ydH6O-4/s320/2273542426_63c135b400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299263538820852210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Illustrated picture as I not manage to go her office to snap the photo...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I been shocked to receive a call from my BFF this morning in the office. She seems to be very ashamed of what happens in her school today... On her birthday!!! Happy Birthday to you sweetie, Ms. Anne! She called me to tell me that she got a dozen of roses from 'someone'... The roses bouquet was delivered by a florist and she received it in her office witnessed by her colleagues and some of her students... She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;blushed!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hot gossip in the school today! Everyone keep teasing her as they thought she's single! Everyone keep dug her regarding that 'someone' and she felt stress! I'm too, as her BFF also wondering who's that 'someone'?  Haha...&lt;a href="http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/roses-color-meaning-and-symbolism.html"&gt;12 stalks of roses&lt;/a&gt;? What does it m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eans? Emm.. To received a bouquet of roses in the office maybe seems normal to some of you... But how about a teacher receives it in front of the students... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BLUSHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BLUSHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*BLUSHED!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If I encountered the same situation, I think I also will feel the same too... Will hide my face in the drawer or cabinet... 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font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYlWfHZC92I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qOsJ5gJI6Tk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYlWfHZC92I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qOsJ5gJI6Tk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298861529138132834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Tada* This is the donkey that finally get out from the well lor... LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MORAL :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------End of Version 1----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most people think that's the end, but it isn't..  Let's check out Version 2!&lt;br /&gt;Still got another lesson to be learnt... The story not end yet... LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donkey later came back and bit the shit out of the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected, and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.  -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real moral from today's lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! It is for you to choose which lesson you want to learn... *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Give more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Expect less from people but more from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you... :)&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/2120222982178929498-5626362214135162429?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5626362214135162429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-to-be-learnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5626362214135162429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5626362214135162429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-to-be-learnt.html' title='A lesson to be learnt...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYlWfHZC92I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qOsJ5gJI6Tk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-3731791569719297874</id><published>2009-02-03T23:49:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:17:35.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Spending eternity as sparkling diamonds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYhphWvRuLI/AAAAAAAAAII/ofLArEXiLy8/s1600-h/diamond.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYhphWvRuLI/AAAAAAAAAII/ofLArEXiLy8/s320/diamond.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298600983361861810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Each diamond is unique - the colour varies from dark blue to almost white and it's a reflection of the personality.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-- PHOTO: AFP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of their days, most people end up six feet under or up in flames, others get frozen or mummified. But some lucky ones are spending eternity as sparkling diamonds, thanks to a peculiar chemical transformation. There is a company called &lt;a href="http://www.mymemorialdiamond.com/"&gt;Algordanza&lt;/a&gt; in the eastern Swiss canton of Graubuenden offers a service to turn ashes into precious stones. And yeah, certainly it won't be done for free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYhp8sKFNJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kbUVPVdMesU/s1600-h/diamond2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYhp8sKFNJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kbUVPVdMesU/s320/diamond2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298601452967900306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The whole process costs between 2,800 to 10,600 euros (S$6,000 to S$22,657), depending on the weight of the resulting stone (from 0.25 to one carat), and does not include the setting of the stone. -- PHOTO: AFP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one of the co-founders of Algordanza, Mr. Rinaldo Willy said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five hundred grammes of ashes is enough to make a diamond while a human body leaves behind on average 2.5 to three kilogrammes of ashes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the process on the transformation of ashes to diamond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Potassium and calcium, which makes up some 85 per cent of the ashes, are first separated from the carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The carbon is then subject to extremely high pressure and heat -1,700 degrees C, a process which compresses it into graphite, a carbon allotrope or a structurally different form of carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More pressure and heat are applied to the graphite to turn it into diamonds - the hardest allotrope of carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The entire process takes six to eight weeks, hardly a fraction of the time it takes for the formation of natural diamonds which take thousands of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the process is complete, the crude diamond still requires polishing and cutting. Many are cut into heart-shaped stones which can be worn as a pendant or mounted on a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The industry of 'human diamonds' is booming - Mr Willy acknowledges that it is impossible to prove that each diamond is indeed made from a particular person's ashes. 'DNA burns,' he explained. But not to worry as the 'chemical imprint' of the ashes, determined at its arrival to the laboratory, allows for documentation to be made and for the finished product to be traced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though most life gem requests come from families after a loved one's death, Mr Willy said people are starting to ask for his firm's services themselves in living wills before they die. Individuals can even pay beforehand, with an insurance policy that covers their wish to become a diamond... forever... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To wear your loved one as a ring and carry it with you everywhere prevents you from distancing yourself and thereby recovering from the loss.&lt;/span&gt;' Yet some may not agree with the process and thinks that it's against the ethics of burial and remembrance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em.. So what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr670_ContentPane" align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr670_HtmlModule_HtmlHolder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymemorialdiamond.com/making_your.php" target="_top"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Want to make your Memorial Diamond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For more information&lt;/span&gt;, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.mymemorialdiamond.com/"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymemorialdiamond.com/"&gt;Algordanza"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&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/2120222982178929498-3731791569719297874?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/3731791569719297874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/spending-eternity-as-sparkling-diamonds.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3731791569719297874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/3731791569719297874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/spending-eternity-as-sparkling-diamonds.html' title='Spending eternity as sparkling diamonds?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYhphWvRuLI/AAAAAAAAAII/ofLArEXiLy8/s72-c/diamond.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-823646143749281784</id><published>2009-02-02T22:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:19:05.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>God meant it for good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Is it I really gonna lose you forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I really hoping there's a chance for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But it all seem to be very far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I never stop hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything will be back to normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYcUT_b5u4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_s--TV6iHyA/s1600-h/Definitions_1897178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYcUT_b5u4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_s--TV6iHyA/s320/Definitions_1897178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225820303211394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you've gone, I know I need you more than ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone of us has to go through a lot of obstacles in life. Usually we always feel that good times fly past but hard times seem to stay forever. In reality, I think there are usually more good times than bad times. It is totally dependent on how we look at the situation and how we react to it. One famous author says that it is not what happens to you that matters but what happens in you. No matter how bad your situation may be, if you have a strong attitude and character, nothing is going to defeat you. Though some of us may be God-fearing believers, it does not exempt us from trials and testing in life. Very often we do not understand why bad things happen to good people. It is not for us to know why, rather we should keep our trust in Him. The very reason God allows such things to happen to us is because He wants us to be rooted in Him, knowing that the testing of our faith produces perseverance. He wants us to learn. At the end of the day, we will see His wonderful plan unfolding in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;For Christian Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dailyscriptureblog.com/devotional/god-meant-it-for-good/"&gt;"DailyScriptureBlog:God-Meant-It-For-Good"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-823646143749281784?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/823646143749281784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-meant-it-for-good.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/823646143749281784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/823646143749281784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-meant-it-for-good.html' title='God meant it for good...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYcUT_b5u4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_s--TV6iHyA/s72-c/Definitions_1897178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5411809818762602988</id><published>2009-01-31T10:41:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:19:24.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Of View'/><title type='text'>Affair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYPoj7vG20I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9V7H-q9KBeE/s1600-h/15-steps-to-surviving-an-affair-af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYPoj7vG20I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9V7H-q9KBeE/s320/15-steps-to-surviving-an-affair-af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297333290746174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, my BFF and I were having supper with a friend which just came back from Bintulu with his boss. And we hang out till 2 am something and chit chat about everything. At the beginning, his group of friends (2 couples included his boss) joined us for the supper. There are 7 of us and my BFF and I not really know his friends.. Feeling so awkward! But somethings that really caught our attention which create up our own topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His boss and his friend (business partner) both came with a lovely lady. Wow! This caused many question marks pop up in my friend eyes... *Bling Bling* Haha! But I already knew the story about his boss.. *winks* For the other couple, I think they looked like a normal couple. So, I never bothered! As they busy talking about business stuffs, my BFF and I also busy gossiping about the boss...  We are open what? Talk in front of them somemore! LOL~ Actually, not really open as we sat close to each other then we just whispered. My BFF very eager to dig out about the scandalous! Well, in the end I found out my story version not totally 100% correct! -.-" Cant blame us as we really cant join in their complicated business topic! Grrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around 11pm, both of the couples leaving to their 'heaven'... Privacy! 1st question pop up by my BFF, "The girl is your boss wife ar?"  My friend just smile and answered, "His girlfriend!" Then I asked, "Not his 'small' wife?" As before this I ever met up with the boss &amp;amp; the girl with a baby boy! He answered, "NO! How can marry 2nd one if the 1st one still." I just -.-" then asked," How about another couple? Normal couple or it's another..." The topic became hotter and hotter after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok! Let me conclude everything to make it clear here. The boss and the business partner both having affair outside! So good become boss huh? At the aged 40++ still can have girlfriend that same aged as me, 26! Darn living in heaven!  The boss even have 1 baby boy with the girlfriend and they yet not MARRIED... See! What happen in this world nowadays? The lady is young and she's beautiful but why she want to ruin her life to have affair with people husband which only can spend a little time with her. Is it money can satisfy everything? -.-" My friend told me that the girl always called him up just to check where's her 'boyfriend' when they go for traveling. I can feel she's also living in unhappy situation.. everyday worried there will be 3rd person appeared.. But we never can predict what happen in future! But she still lucky that the 'boyfriend' bought her double storey semi-D, car and give her monthly allowance... and she no need to work at all! Whether their relationship secure or not, that will be another episode is her life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for the boss, my friend  did told us that the boss sometimes also stress to face both of his "loved one" and always spend time with my friend to share his problem. (The problem  that he created his own! -.-")  And I feel sad for his wife as she doesn't know the husband have young 'girlfriend' and baby boy at other place. Maybe she's the type not to care much about what his husband doing when go for traveling. So the morale of the story, stick whenever your husband go! LOL~ Do not too obvious, maybe sometimes you should go together with your husband for his business trip. So called 'honeymoon' after marriage?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I can say is this kind of relationship really tiring all parties; the husband, the wife and the 'girlfriend'. Maybe for my friend's boss case, the wife not really suffering so much as she doesn't know the husband affair. Honestly, I felt pity for her!  And the boss himself  feel the stress to fulfilled both his 'loved one' and even have to arrange his time travel far away to meet his 'girlfriend' once a week or once in two weeks? In the same time, he have to hide this secret with him...bear the feelings of missing his 'girlfriend' and his son. Well, this is the risk/consequences to having affair! For the 'girlfriend', she is the most suffering  i guess. (If only she truly loved his 'boyfriend'.) She can't own him completely, worried to be found out by his wife, worried the appear of 3rd person (another new 'girlfriend'), no status in her relationship, no status for her son.... And does the relationship lasts forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do you guys think after reading this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Some readings for you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/living-healthy/15-steps-to-surviving-an-affair/article31594.html"&gt;"15 Steps to Surviving an Affair!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-5411809818762602988?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5411809818762602988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/affair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5411809818762602988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5411809818762602988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/affair.html' title='Affair?'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYPoj7vG20I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9V7H-q9KBeE/s72-c/15-steps-to-surviving-an-affair-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-5859540318773762105</id><published>2009-01-30T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:45:46.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>A REAL BOYFRIEND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this posted in my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FS Bulletin Board&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just do my part and post it here! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, nice facts to share with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYNCXvioWbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FZo9kFE7eWU/s1600-h/21twil600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYNCXvioWbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FZo9kFE7eWU/s320/21twil600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297150562383976882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Msg: NO! Don’t close it. 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;When she pulls away - [Pull her back]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln8"&gt;When you see her at her worst - [Tell her she's beautiful]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln9"&gt;When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln10"&gt;When you see her walking - [Sneak up and hug her waist from behind]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln11"&gt;When she's scared - [Protect her]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln12"&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder -[Tilt her head up &amp;amp; kiss her]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln14"&gt;When she steals your favorite hat - [Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln15"&gt;When she teases you - [Tease her back and make her laugh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln16"&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [reassure her that everything is okay]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" id="ln17"&gt;When she looks at you with doubt - [Back yourself up with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln19"&gt;When she says that she likes you - [she really does more than you could understand]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln20"&gt;When she grabs at your hands - [Hold her and play with her fingers]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln21"&gt;When she bumps into you - [bump into her back and make her laugh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln22"&gt;When she tells you a secret - [keep it safe and untold]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln23"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes - [don’t look away until she does]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" id="ln24"&gt;WHEN SHE MISSES YOU - [SHE'S HURTING INSIDE]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" id="ln25"&gt;When you break her heart - [the pain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; really goes away]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" id="ln26"&gt;When she says its over - [she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; wants you to be hers]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: justify;" id="ln27"&gt;When she re-post this bulletin - [she wants you to read it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln28"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln29"&gt;- DON'T let her have the last word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln30"&gt;- NEVER call her hot! Pretty and beautiful is so much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln31"&gt;- Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln32"&gt;- Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln33"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln34"&gt;- When she says she's ok don’t believe it, talk with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln35"&gt;- When she says she's sorry, she truly means it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln36"&gt;- Because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln37"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln38"&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln39"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln40"&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln41"&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln43"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie/show with her even if you think its stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln44"&gt;- Give her the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln45"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln46"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln47"&gt;- Let her know she's important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln48"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln50"&gt;&amp;amp; When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;* If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" id="ln55"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Call you, Kiss you, Love you, Text you&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish this's real..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" id="ln56"&gt;Guys post as: " I'd do this for my girl "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" id="ln57"&gt;Girls post as: "A REAL BOYFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;--- ILY@IMY J... I wish u do this for me! ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is really irresistible! I bet some of you might...&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://cupcakesparty.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-shouldnt-eat-this.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You shouldn't eat this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2120222982178929498-5859540318773762105?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/5859540318773762105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5859540318773762105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/5859540318773762105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-boyfriend.html' title='A REAL BOYFRIEND...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYNCXvioWbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FZo9kFE7eWU/s72-c/21twil600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8539119764592041635</id><published>2009-01-29T09:44:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:25:26.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>It's just another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHHbFoCTnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tErOMBZix88/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHHbFoCTnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tErOMBZix88/s320/cny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296733904944909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"2009 Lunar New Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much to say. It's just another day... Life is like a book, each page represents each day in our life. What am I saying? Alright... I'm not emo, just feeling numb at the moment. Why? Something's on my mind? That's right! The things that I don't wish to happen... Kind of upset to know that but this is life! Not every moment that we gone through will be sweet and beautiful. It's not always happy ending in the end of every chapter... Life must go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not today is my 1st day stepped out from my house since the day I back from work on the new year eve. And I got my very 1st angpow(red packet) today at my BFF house! Now I realized that I'm getting old already! (Every year repeating the same phrase!) LOL~ Actually at my aged, when go for visiting, they usually won't give any angpow because we're  no longer little kids or teenagers. This is a hardest truth to be heard! Objection!!!! Haha! But when think about it, it's true also as we already have our own career and got our salary/bonus as  "angpow"! But this year, I dint get any "angpow" from my boss instead a big stack of paperwork to be completed before end of this month. Thank you boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos to share with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHH3lkr0tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8amd03NINrg/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHH3lkr0tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8amd03NINrg/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734394557125330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever eaten Natural Vegetables Chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHH9-xsYLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zT1ykW-uwWE/s1600-h/junkfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHH9-xsYLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zT1ykW-uwWE/s320/junkfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734504401789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you go! It's 100% made of vege's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHIEobf2xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Vj5aVZPYnHA/s1600-h/preserved+strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHIEobf2xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Vj5aVZPYnHA/s320/preserved+strawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734618662198034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preserved Strawberry! It taste sweet &amp;amp; sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHILT9GdVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xom_mSJVBt0/s1600-h/cutebaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHILT9GdVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xom_mSJVBt0/s320/cutebaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734733425079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's me! LOL~ Isn't she look cute? I love kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHIQp1mZ5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2PwwGo6Wepw/s1600-h/angpow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHIQp1mZ5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2PwwGo6Wepw/s320/angpow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734825198544786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008? Printing error? LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's my 1st angpow for Moo's year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry for the low quality photos as i forgot to bring my digicam with me during the visiting. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8539119764592041635?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8539119764592041635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8539119764592041635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8539119764592041635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-another-day.html' title='It&apos;s just another day...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SYHHbFoCTnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tErOMBZix88/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1400185327266839694</id><published>2009-01-27T15:56:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:48:40.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>Emo Moo's New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX7MEYIDqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rB0_czLC3NU/s1600-h/6838481_6c2bab2f1197965910_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX7MEYIDqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rB0_czLC3NU/s320/6838481_6c2bab2f1197965910_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295894587402070626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year indeed is silent, lonely, emotional moo year i ever had! What happen? I really not in the mood at all.. Hence, it should be a great celebration with family &amp;amp; friends... When I watched the fireworks on the countdown night, I feel myself drown with my own emo. I stood in the rains and without I realized my tears dropped... I intend to capture some snapshots of the fireworks but turn out nothing in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;On the 1st day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1st called from my BFF@ sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;9.30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi babe, Xin Nian Kuai Le! Come visiting to my house..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emm.. Yea.. Happy Niu Year! Later ok? I just wake up &amp;amp; not yet shower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo.. Okok! Must come ya.. Wear pretty pretty &amp;amp; hang out at my house...I wait oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, why not yet show your face? Busy get angpao ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err.. Raining o..I lazy to go out.. If the rain stop later, I go over ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This girl ar.. So many execuses one..Make sure I see your face later. Else I kidnap you tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;7.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone ringing again. But I was in emo mood &amp;amp; I dint pick up the called. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, thanks for being too concern to ask me to come over your house.. But, I am very sorry to turn you down.. I never meant it as I really don't want to show my moody face &amp;amp; I also don't want to cheat u by showing my fake smile. I know you can see through... And I don't want to spoilt your new year just to comfort me. I rather to lock myself in my room... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day end up chatting on MSN with one of my friend till 2 am something. Being too emo the whole night until I finished up one big box of tissue paper... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, thanks for being a good listener. I knew that my problems just annoyed you. But i don't know to who else I can confess my feelings  except you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;On the 2nd day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rejected few calls today. As I don't want to go for visiting with my moo's eyes. Maybe I should just turn off my phone but I don't want to let some of them worries as  I never turned off my phone at all, 24/7 standby. But, I really want to be alone today. Not enough with the current emo, I was shocked to find out the things that I don't wish to know. Not to reveal it here. It's really doubled my emo but anyhow I had promised myself that I'll be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: Dear J... ILY@IMYSM eventhough you hurt me so much today... break my heart into thousand pieces. I hope that what I heard was not real &amp;amp; it was just a misunderstanding.&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/2120222982178929498-1400185327266839694?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1400185327266839694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-moos-new-year.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1400185327266839694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1400185327266839694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-moos-new-year.html' title='Emo Moo&apos;s New Year...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX7MEYIDqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rB0_czLC3NU/s72-c/6838481_6c2bab2f1197965910_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-6570123914412834104</id><published>2009-01-26T20:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:25:34.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Definitions of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX5mZx_aFzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5acZilw9-2I/s1600-h/definitions-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX5mZx_aFzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5acZilw9-2I/s320/definitions-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295782804936333106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A place where Papa pays and Son plays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Life Insurance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A contract that keeps you poor all your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;so that you can die Rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Nurse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;and a woman gains her masters. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;is defeated by feminine waterpower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lecture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;to the notes of the students  without passing through "the minds of either" &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Conference:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; The art of dividing a cake in such a way that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;everybody believes he got the biggest piece. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A place where success comes before work. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Conference Room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A place where everybody talks, nobody listens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Father:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A banker provided by nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Classic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Books, which people praise, but do not read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A curve that can set a lot of things straight. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Yawn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Etc.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A sign to make others believe that you know more  than you actually do. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Individuals who can do nothing individually and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;sit to decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; The name men give to their mistakes. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Atom  Bomb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; An invention to end all inventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Philosopher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-6570123914412834104?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/6570123914412834104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/definitions-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6570123914412834104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/6570123914412834104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/definitions-of.html' title='Definitions of...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX5mZx_aFzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5acZilw9-2I/s72-c/definitions-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-7378920549102186962</id><published>2009-01-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:20:44.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ah Beng's Night Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX2omGadeqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RL1hCwfqdPo/s1600-h/IfYouLaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX2omGadeqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RL1hCwfqdPo/s320/IfYouLaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295574109367663266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ah Beng went to take night courses with the reason in future can get promotion or better job. During work, Ah Beng likes to show off to Ah Seng about his knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Ah Seng ah... I've been taking night courses for 3 months already, next week is the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : Oh... Good luck ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Then Ah Beng started show off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Ok, I test you, who is Graham Bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : He is the inventor of phone la... in 1876, see... if you take night courses, you would know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : ......................... *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The next day, Ah Beng shows off again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Ah Seng ah... let me ask you, who is Jean Jacques Rousseau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : Wash your toilet one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : No! He's the author of "Confessions", nah nah nah... told you already, if you take night courses, you would know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : .......................... *speechless + frustrated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The next day, once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Do you know who is Alexander Dumas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : Your gay partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Choiii!!! If you don't know don't simply answer la. He's the author of "The 3 Musketeers", if you take night courses, you would know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : ....................... *speechless + frustrated + irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This time Ah Seng cannot tahan (stand) anymore and ask Ah Beng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : Eh... Do you know who is Ah Kaw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : Errrr... No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng : He's the guy sleeping with your wife!! If you stop night courses, you would know this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng : ......................... *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;p/s: Just some joke to share with during CNY... Moo's Year Joke... :) for whoever that not in the mood for CNY... who just stay at home... Silent Moo's Year as me...&lt;/span&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/2120222982178929498-7378920549102186962?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/7378920549102186962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-bengs-night-course.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7378920549102186962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/7378920549102186962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-bengs-night-course.html' title='Ah Beng&apos;s Night Course'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SX2omGadeqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RL1hCwfqdPo/s72-c/IfYouLaugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-1444851232751805286</id><published>2009-01-24T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:39:11.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>"Gong Xi Fa Cai" &amp; Happy Holiday to all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXsLaFsCVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IjAwyN3axt0/s1600-h/8658-013-07-1052.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXsLaFsCVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IjAwyN3axt0/s320/8658-013-07-1052.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294838329735533602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishing everyone a prosperous Lunar New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you be blessed with health, wealth &amp;amp; fecility... :)&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/2120222982178929498-1444851232751805286?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/1444851232751805286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai-happy-holiday-to-all_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1444851232751805286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/1444851232751805286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai-happy-holiday-to-all_24.html' title='&quot;Gong Xi Fa Cai&quot; &amp; Happy Holiday to all!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXsLaFsCVCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IjAwyN3axt0/s72-c/8658-013-07-1052.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-9031772241434580862</id><published>2009-01-22T22:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:21:03.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Because I'm a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXiPyJpO3sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/La_BLD8h0HA/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXiPyJpO3sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/La_BLD8h0HA/s320/heartbroken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294139453719109314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's impossible to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what's going through a guy's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You told me that you wanted me and now that I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;given you everything, you tell me you're leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You told me that it was the first time you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;felt this way, and said that I was special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believed you... and it was my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You should have told me that your feelings had faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had no idea, and I continued to depend on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I say I hate you now, I'll be missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm a girl, to whom love is everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say that when you give a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all he wants he quickly gets bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I know that's the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And although I tell myself, I'll never be tricked by love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I fall in love, and my heart is broken again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please don't break the hearts of girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who'll do anything for love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't know that living this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while being loved would be so hard&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I say I hate you now, I'll be missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm a girl, to whom love is everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we broke up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're just like all the other guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I don't want you to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For what you've done towards me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What am I going to do to forget all about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in so much pain, more pain than I can bare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm still in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...the pain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not enough to describe how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were so happy together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but I know now I've been blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You told me that you'd never let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whenever I needed you you'd always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant forgive neither to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You really hurt me so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't take advantage of a girl's willingness to do anything for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and their caring instinct...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't know that to be born as a girl and&lt;br /&gt;to be loved would be so pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I curse you I'll still missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm a girl, to whom love is everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXiNHW5600I/AAAAAAAAAEw/oRdZNjQZ_8Y/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXiNHW5600I/AAAAAAAAAEw/oRdZNjQZ_8Y/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294136519521129282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ILY@IMY J...&lt;/span&gt;&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/2120222982178929498-9031772241434580862?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/9031772241434580862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-im-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9031772241434580862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/9031772241434580862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-im-girl.html' title='Because I&apos;m a girl...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXiPyJpO3sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/La_BLD8h0HA/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-980734402039315281</id><published>2009-01-19T20:02:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:07:56.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>2009 Contract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXR7cDTc1qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QU61szAfA-w/s1600-h/Zack_and_Book_Contract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXR7cDTc1qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QU61szAfA-w/s320/Zack_and_Book_Contract.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292991183920617122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After serious &amp;amp; cautious consideration...&lt;br /&gt;Your contract of friendship has been renewed&lt;br /&gt;for the New Year 2009 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very hard decision to make...&lt;br /&gt;So try not to screw it up !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My  Wish for You in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;May peace break into your home&lt;br /&gt;and may thieves come to steal your debts.&lt;br /&gt;May the pockets of your jeans&lt;br /&gt;become a magnet for $100 bills.&lt;br /&gt;May love stick to your face like Vaseline&lt;br /&gt;and may laughter assault your lips !&lt;br /&gt;May happiness slap you across the face&lt;br /&gt;and may your tears be that of joy.&lt;br /&gt;May the problems you had,&lt;br /&gt;forget your home address !&lt;br /&gt;In simple words ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 98, 31);font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;May  2009 be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:'Kristen ITC';" &gt;est  year of your life !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;" &gt;Have  a Great Year for 2009&lt;br /&gt;to everyone here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2120222982178929498-980734402039315281?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/980734402039315281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-contract.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/980734402039315281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/980734402039315281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-contract.html' title='2009 Contract'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXR7cDTc1qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QU61szAfA-w/s72-c/Zack_and_Book_Contract.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-8901754583502455957</id><published>2009-01-18T10:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:22:35.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Entries'/><title type='text'>The unique creation of God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKZ0nUcV1I/AAAAAAAAADA/zVZNP5ZhG_s/s1600-h/n554319817_1329933_5661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKZ0nUcV1I/AAAAAAAAADA/zVZNP5ZhG_s/s320/n554319817_1329933_5661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292461641300727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"O Lord.. I am so thankful..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had passed by one of my friends web page and I was stunned to see the beautiful creation of God that captured by her during  her last vacation. I had grab some of the photos to share with all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKZ_oJJRxI/AAAAAAAAADI/F0Uua7C9f5U/s1600-h/n554319817_1329935_6326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKZ_oJJRxI/AAAAAAAAADI/F0Uua7C9f5U/s320/n554319817_1329935_6326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292461830500337426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Isn't it wonderful creation? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKaFNcicmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tTsJf1IvOPo/s1600-h/n554319817_1329940_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKaFNcicmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tTsJf1IvOPo/s320/n554319817_1329940_2290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292461926413136482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope that one day I could make my dream come true. Traveling all around the world with my life partner, exploring the wonderful world that created by our mighty Lord... Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-8901754583502455957?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/8901754583502455957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-creation-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8901754583502455957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/8901754583502455957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-creation-of-god.html' title='The unique creation of God...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXKZ0nUcV1I/AAAAAAAAADA/zVZNP5ZhG_s/s72-c/n554319817_1329933_5661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4693525942238258006</id><published>2009-01-16T20:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:38:26.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Matters'/><title type='text'>Song in my heart...</title><content type='html'>I still remember one of your promises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I will be the happiest woman in the world with every second of sweet memories that will not be forgotten forever... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dearly someone, I am not the happiest woman in the world and I'm holding every second of sweet memories that we had together which made me suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXCCZM41C4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwbNO8rTG1c/s1600-h/heartbroken+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXCCZM41C4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwbNO8rTG1c/s320/heartbroken+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291872931628256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...and now I am being forgotten.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate the song in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Moving On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just getting used to waking up everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not seeing your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just began to stop setting your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I stop longing for your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it was God that made me able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To finally sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though you're not by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally I don't hardly cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See right when I start letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody wants to let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can they take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No they can't fill your space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to move on but you're not gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz in my heart you still live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that you're gone I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally put your cloths away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know the ones you wore the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you were taken away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just began to stop wearing my ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I finally stop playin' our song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I realized I was dancin' alone and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally God gave me strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To go on and breath again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See right when I start letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody wants to let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can they take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No they can't fill your space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to move on but you're not gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz in my heart you still live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that you're gone I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that you're gone I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God knows it's time for me to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to feel alive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't erase you from my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I gotta find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I just can't give over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to move on but you're not gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz in my heart you still live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that you're gone I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never love another for the rest of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120222982178929498-4693525942238258006?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/4693525942238258006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4693525942238258006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/4693525942238258006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-in-my-heart.html' title='Song in my heart...'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXCCZM41C4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwbNO8rTG1c/s72-c/heartbroken+one.jpg' height='72' 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Love much.. Laugh often!</title><content type='html'>Boss walked into the office one morning  not knowing that his zipper was down. His secretary walked up to him and asked, "Boss this morning  when you left your house, did you close your garage door?" This was not a phrase that her boss understood, so he went into his office looking a bit puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was about done with his paper work, he suddenly noticed that his Zipper was not zipped up. He zipped up and remembering what his secretary had told him, finally understood. He then intentionally went out to ask for a cup of coffee from his secretary. When he reached her desk, he said, "When you saw the garage door open did you see my jaguar parked in there?"  The secretary smiled for a moment and said, "No, Boss I didn't. All I saw was a Kancil 600 with 2 flat tires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SW9Yf2fLfGI/AAAAAAAAACw/feQYt5aSsVE/s1600-h/Retirement-Jokes-Image-Laugh-a-Little-Each-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SW9Yf2fLfGI/AAAAAAAAACw/feQYt5aSsVE/s320/Retirement-Jokes-Image-Laugh-a-Little-Each-Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291545391409101922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's just another LOL..."&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/2120222982178929498-2204649508931889610?l=mysweetlavender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/feeds/2204649508931889610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-well-love-much-laugh-often.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2204649508931889610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120222982178929498/posts/default/2204649508931889610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetlavender.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-well-love-much-laugh-often.html' title='Live well... Love much.. Laugh often!'/><author><name>sweet lavender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660259597397270453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SXLVXXcznYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DlFDDoHGzwY/S220/1_643427107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SW9Yf2fLfGI/AAAAAAAAACw/feQYt5aSsVE/s72-c/Retirement-Jokes-Image-Laugh-a-Little-Each-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120222982178929498.post-4897229369190502535</id><published>2009-01-14T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:18:49.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Bites'/><title type='text'>Why people fall in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SW3e6zqvJyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gIJga0_dgg0/s1600-h/1_823195415l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayqhLH-L-Jg/SW3e6zqvJyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gIJga0_dgg0/s320/1_823195415l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291130239113439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Love is just another mystery..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore that take the life out of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full flower. Take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happen to young people, they too often try tograsp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is agift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out oflove, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving,they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost ratherthan accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them t
