<?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-5257816343567760805</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:28:53.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean siZe of LovE</title><subtitle type='html'>The whole affair was an utter disaster. EVERYTHING BUT NOTHING!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-3635457854419296852</id><published>2009-01-21T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:21:47.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们都太习惯了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;假如爱不存在唉天那我所感受的是什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;假如爱真的存在它究竟是什么&lt;br /&gt;假如爱是好的我的悲伤从何而来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞是一种自由&lt;br /&gt;如此的赤裸裸&lt;br /&gt;倒影心的轮廓&lt;br /&gt;还有谁不怕寂寞&lt;br /&gt;于是接受遇见了某一个人&lt;br /&gt;这不是选择&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还在你的眼中&lt;br /&gt;可是爱不确定了&lt;br /&gt;是不是我们都太习惯了&lt;br /&gt;所以爱被悄悄取代了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱着怎么还会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;面对你爱我的动作&lt;br /&gt;到不了我的心中&lt;br /&gt;拥抱我你难道不寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我们之间除了熟悉&lt;br /&gt;还缺了些什么&lt;br /&gt;当阳光都暗了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你我平行的线&lt;br /&gt;守望着一个梦中途却醒来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现心中的爱少于歉咎&lt;br /&gt;宁可被你伤了不要你难过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还在我的眼中&lt;br /&gt;可是爱不确定了&lt;br /&gt;是不是我们都太习惯了&lt;br /&gt;所以爱被悄悄取代了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱着怎么还会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;面对你爱我的动作&lt;br /&gt;到不了我的心中&lt;br /&gt;拥抱我你难道不寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我们之间除了熟悉&lt;br /&gt;还缺了些甚么&lt;br /&gt;拥抱后空虚还缠着我&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑每一对恋人都能爱得很久&lt;br /&gt;拥抱我你难道不寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我们之间除了熟悉还缺了些甚么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们都沉默&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是容易被怀疑的幻觉&lt;br /&gt;一旦被识破就自动灰飞烟灭.&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/5257816343567760805-3635457854419296852?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/3635457854419296852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=3635457854419296852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3635457854419296852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3635457854419296852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='我们都太习惯了'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-7325866647110389791</id><published>2009-01-08T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:11:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPpY biRTHday DeaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;站在十字路的交点&lt;br /&gt;该怎么走&lt;br /&gt;我却只剩回头&lt;br /&gt;除了你给的伞我再也没有&lt;br /&gt;别的借口&lt;br /&gt;去拥有你的什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你能体谅我有雨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;偶尔胆怯你都了解&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去那些大雨落下的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我突然发现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;谁能体谅我的雨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;所以情愿回你身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此刻脚步会慢一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for u my dear.. Thanks for being understanding all the time. That's why I love you so much. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i cant be with you for the birthday again. but u r so understanding. u din blame me for that. I'm so glad i found u my dear.. you're my great treasure.&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice of you...&lt;br /&gt;hope many many happy returns of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I’m wishing you another year&lt;br /&gt;Of laughter, joy and fun,&lt;br /&gt;Surprises, love and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And when your birthday’s done,&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I hope you feel deep in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;As your birthdays come and go,&lt;br /&gt;How very much you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;More than you can know.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-7325866647110389791?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/7325866647110389791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=7325866647110389791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/7325866647110389791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/7325866647110389791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dear.html' title='HAPpY biRTHday DeaR'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-4212475593085653668</id><published>2008-01-22T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:06.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PooR dad  works for money</title><content type='html'>I am doing some readings these days. Currently is about 'Rich dad Poor dad'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R5V2GQn-YLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tcj888oY4cY/s1600-h/rich+dad+poor+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R5V2GQn-YLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tcj888oY4cY/s200/rich+dad+poor+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158158798136697010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not taught in schools. Schools focus on scholastic and professional skills, but not financial skills. This book teaches me to judge something better. And to survey more about some simple stuff that you will never think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~THE LOVE OF MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~THE LACK OF MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which one is truer? For me, i would say, lack of money is the root of all evil. It leads us to rob, to snatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#Taxes punish those who produce and reward those who don't produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#The rich one should pay more in taxes to take care of those less fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Less fortunate? NAH!!! They do not work hard enough, in other words, they do not use their brains wisely. They don't know how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*STUDY HARD SO YOU CAN FIND A GOOD COMPANY TO WORK FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*STUDY HARD SO YOU CAN FIND A GOOD COMPANY TO BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would prefer my dad to say the second one to me. haha.. and he gonna pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor dad wants his son to study hard. earn a degree and get a good job to work for money. He wants him to study to become a professional, an attorney or an accountant or to go to business school for MBA, which my dad did.&lt;br /&gt;But the rich one wants his son to study to be rich, to understand how money works and to learn how to have it work for him.&lt;br /&gt;The rich one will say, "Money works for me!"&lt;br /&gt;I became acutely aware of being careful which thoughts I chose to adopt as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study to become a professional? Or study how to manage my finance? I wish one day i could say, "I don't work for money!" 'The road not taken' tell exactly i think. I couldn't travel both. I can only choose one. Which one it gonna be?? And that gonna make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone ask why you study a medicine foundation if you still confuse?&lt;br /&gt;I would answer, "to have more option" =)&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/5257816343567760805-4212475593085653668?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/4212475593085653668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=4212475593085653668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/4212475593085653668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/4212475593085653668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2008/01/poor-dad-works-for-money.html' title='PooR dad  works for money'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R5V2GQn-YLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tcj888oY4cY/s72-c/rich+dad+poor+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-3236454530048774230</id><published>2007-12-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:10:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>2007 is going to end soon. A new year begins. Think to revise what i did throughout 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realized that i have not study well, but play hard.&lt;br /&gt;resulted bad results.&lt;br /&gt;Quarreled a lot with my dear and my family of course. Think to be mature and stop all those a spoiled brat does. But i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for the new year:&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can change my temper!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Be more mature pls!&lt;br /&gt;Spend money wisely!&lt;br /&gt;Knew that my love ones gonna be with me next year. Hope can stay well with him.&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/5257816343567760805-3236454530048774230?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/3236454530048774230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=3236454530048774230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3236454530048774230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3236454530048774230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-is-going-to-end-soon.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-5913207465250052320</id><published>2007-12-25T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:06.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeRRy ChriStmaS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Christmas everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Christmas celebration is like arghh... sucks. rainy Christmas day. luckily there is some friends to accompany me. No GIFT =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a small gathering on Christmas night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R3EYHwvup_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h94dpGRF6lM/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R3EYHwvup_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h94dpGRF6lM/s200/DSC02678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147922370684430322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;bobo, me, annie, sinne, lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached home... quite tired. wanted to just lie on bed. But, promised someone to chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another story. Lily told me she will be doing nutrition. And suggested me to do the same too. So i made up my mind to study that. However, when i gone home, another quite intimate friend questioned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;its gud. but do u really love ur job in future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is right. I don't think I would love it neither.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A bosom friend would say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;made sure u hv the interest there before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=). no worries, everything will be turn out alright for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ken. I appreciate your care and advices. ^^&lt;br /&gt;So what is next? arghh!!! anyone can decide for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-5913207465250052320?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/5913207465250052320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=5913207465250052320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/5913207465250052320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/5913207465250052320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-everyone-my-christmas.html' title='MeRRy ChriStmaS'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R3EYHwvup_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h94dpGRF6lM/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-816846526587871374</id><published>2007-12-24T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got tagged ^.-</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged u is?&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ur relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;G10 classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions u have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;nice, multi-talented, paige, paige and paige. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:&lt;br /&gt;the special cake for G10.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R2_ELAvup-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ay96BTAn9Io/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R2_ELAvup-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ay96BTAn9Io/s200/DSC02296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147548592565561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she becomes ur lover, u will:&lt;br /&gt;haha.. feel happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;none i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:&lt;br /&gt;won't eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The most desirable thing u want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;get her a camera since she likes it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ur overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How u think ppl around u will feel about u:&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The characteristic that u love about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic u hate about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit of insiding recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The most ideal person u want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. For ppl that care and like u, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;i will care and like u guys as u guys do. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. THE 10 VICTIMS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicho&lt;br /&gt;2. (none)&lt;br /&gt;3. (none also)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-816846526587871374?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/816846526587871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=816846526587871374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/816846526587871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/816846526587871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-tagged.html' title='got tagged ^.-'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/R2_ELAvup-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ay96BTAn9Io/s72-c/DSC02296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-257424831241131736</id><published>2007-12-23T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:32:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awaiting another boring day to approach..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;here i come.... a boring holiday. or maybe because tis holiday is far too long for me. Short period of holiday is just fine. sigh! what should i do by now? Have been searching and surfing the internet for couples of days, looking for suitable yet 'enterable' university.&lt;br /&gt;I am  bloody blur of which way i should follow.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BUsiness??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Something professional??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;well, if i do business, i can help my father which is what he hopes too. I mean inherit his business. But this is not something i really want to do. I want something different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something professional definitely gonna suit me well. But what is it? One of my friend suggested interior design and fashion design, she said they suit me. They will go into my list of consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a boring day, but when it is going to the end, at least i did a great job which is, erm. something goodie stuff? ahhaha. I cheer up my friend by a stupid way. Welll, i always done that one. Intended to tell a joke but ended up not funny at all. cold joke so called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself lost during this holiday. I tend to keep thing to myself. not a good thing, will crazy man... sigh!~ Everyday a bit a bit a bit and a bit........ gonna die from it soon.. I think i used to live alone, freedom!!! Not controlled by anyone, do not have to listen to anyone, nor their opinions to do MY thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;“We know that if we really want to love we must learn how to forgive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (“&lt;i&gt;A Gift for God&lt;/i&gt;”, 42) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I have not try to forgive yet learn to forgive......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We may have lost a battle for him to change, or to make him see things our way, or to get him to understand just how wrong he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;. &lt;b&gt;We have to stop fighting battles that are not worth winning, or not possible to win.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I have not make him to see thing in my way yet to get him to understand how wrong he was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;“Why do you always. . .”&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you ever ...”&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe you’ve done it again.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t deserve this kind of treatment.”&lt;br /&gt;“This is your fault.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you think you are?”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re so. . .”&lt;br /&gt;“After all I’ve done for you. . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence, coldness, distance, and sarcasm damage the relationship&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-257424831241131736?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/257424831241131736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=257424831241131736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/257424831241131736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/257424831241131736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/12/awaiting-another-boring-day-to-approach.html' title='awaiting another boring day to approach..'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-4473990701628565963</id><published>2007-11-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:37:46.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't Me</title><content type='html'>Cant' imagine that I had finished my SAM. Time passes so fast!&lt;br /&gt;The memories of how I know my classmates, G10 is still so fresh in mind. It was like just happened yesterday. At the beginning of SAM, everyone was like strangers to me. Everything was so new to me. But not now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Time passes...... I am getting closer to my classmates. &lt;/span&gt;BUt... it's time for me to kiss goodbye this college life. And now, I am still blur with my future. WHAt am I going to do? In this holiday? Self improvement? NO NO!! Definitely I won't. Maybe finish my cross stitch first. Haven't finish since past 2 years. ahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;G10, i gonna miss you all. THanks for being my friends. Thanks for everything. &lt;/span&gt;I will keep this precious memory in my mind. Well, of course some photos inside my laptop to remind me about what we did throughout the year. ^.^ I sensed changes in you guys. Just like Bay, he is more gentleman now. Haha!!! Bay, do you see this? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, hey time, faster pass. I want to go back. I don't want to stay here. This isn't the right place for me. NOT for CAtherine!!!! But now..  sigh!! HOw to express my feeling... I changed!! This isn't me.. Not the correct one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly I am sad.   I am not going to the prom some more. Miss the chance to see them. I will be going home tomorrow. To my true home. The place where I can sleep well throughout the night. Eat proper meals.. of course is mum's cookings. hihi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-4473990701628565963?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/4473990701628565963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=4473990701628565963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/4473990701628565963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/4473990701628565963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wasnt-me.html' title='I wasn&apos;t Me'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-1914694046770437182</id><published>2007-10-23T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:07.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIftS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 gifts from my friends&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3Vio61EZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y3RPI71aijY/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3Vio61EZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y3RPI71aijY/s200/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124486742093926802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A souvenir from Beijing. Thanks Ching Xiu!!!&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3Vi461EaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U40fwFxsiWw/s1600-h/DSC02293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3Vi461EaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U40fwFxsiWw/s200/DSC02293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124486746388894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a card from Paige. She made for everyone in the class. colour printed. 27 students + 5 lecturers. Omg! She is pretty rich. ahaha!! tread on air when received it.&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3VjI61EbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kkx_EZQ_bkY/s1600-h/DSC02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3VjI61EbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kkx_EZQ_bkY/s200/DSC02294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124486750683861426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front view. THanks Paige. I am touched to receive something so nice which i never expected from. It's pretty nice. PLenty of pictures. Cherish the 'MEmories WITH G10 in 2007'!&lt;br /&gt;CHarity drive, class activities, teachers' day celebration......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today been shot by mAgzie; she said i never wrote but other thing except food in my blog. AHahaha!! so can be seen how much i love food. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied with Magzie this noon. well, It's quite okay since she can be the determination for me to study. Not yet finish the syllabus also. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost my concentration&lt;/span&gt;. sigh!!! I found it is severe for me to concentrate and understanding by this time. I am a silly clot.&lt;br /&gt;The miles keep on rolling. Times passes. It's TUesday. I will have my final in 2 weeks time and yet i didn't see any improvement on me.  I am oppressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!!! stress! Gonna back on friday. NOt going to class. keke!! And not going to class too. Guess this is the last post until final ends. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All the best for G10!!! &lt;/span&gt;GO GO GO!!!&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/5257816343567760805-1914694046770437182?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/1914694046770437182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=1914694046770437182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1914694046770437182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1914694046770437182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts.html' title='GIftS'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rx3Vio61EZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y3RPI71aijY/s72-c/DSC02291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-9022679032566477041</id><published>2007-10-21T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:08.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny ^.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;today is Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. Omg! what the hell i am talking about. haha. alright. straight to the main point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/RxtfXo61EYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KC56ib41KRc/s1600-h/DSC01101...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RxtfXo61EYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KC56ib41KRc/s200/DSC01101...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123793860789866882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me &amp;amp; AshlEy&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rxte-Y61EWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hzgM1TrrV88/s1600-h/DSC01103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rxte-Y61EWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hzgM1TrrV88/s200/DSC01103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123793426998169954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating my favourite ^^ (inclined by Ashley. Originally, i dislike this herbal jelly after the first time having it with my dad. BUt Ashley persuaded me to try it again. and this time, i fall in love with it. I make it  my favourite.)&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rxte-o61EXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bsYe5HKXUtA/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rxte-o61EXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bsYe5HKXUtA/s200/DSC02290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123793431293137266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the thing&lt;/span&gt;. Herbal jelly or guai leng gou. good for health one. I ate this in Sunway pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;The quality is really low compared to 1U one. Oh my God!! How can they let this to happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright. I went for another movie again today. 'Last Legion'. quite nice. i quite like it. But Ashley said it was quite sien. MOderately ok only. By the way, the cinema is so small. Can c all people heads around. The chairs aren't comfortable too. Me &amp;amp; Ashley nearly become frozen inside. so cold =.= I squirmed all the time during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;(I paid too much for this lesson :(. Next time have to bring my sweater along if go for movie. Damn cold!!!). Until now i still can feel the coldness. Cold wind blow through. Fiuhh...&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Kim Gary. I stuffed all the food inside my stomach. The 'no-taste' fried rice. sad. and yet, i felt so stuffy by that time because i do not want to waste the food. THinking of The African, they even starve. died from starving.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i hang out with Ashley again. One of the stupid thing. I've been cheated by her. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Omg! Cath, look at this. they gave us the 'Resident Evil' tickets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(I was shocked....paused there for quite a long time. I was hideous by that time i guess. I was intimidating definitely. thinking to go back and tell them we want 'Brothers' not that scary movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"haha!!! just kidding. These are the  used tickets. hahaha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"lol. what is this. i believe eh!"&lt;br /&gt;'haha. just having fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let me explain further. 'Resident Evil' is a scary movie. About man-eater which is a strictly no-no movie for me. I couldn't take that. Gonna die for it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's another great day for me. Thanks Ashley. However, i felt obnoxious without sensible reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days, my dad came to KL again. Haha. again, went to have good meals. When i was back, i realized something, i was spoiled!!! :(  yeah, i am spoiled by my parents. So i think now i shouldn't be blogging here. STUDY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5257816343567760805-9022679032566477041?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/9022679032566477041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=9022679032566477041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/9022679032566477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/9022679032566477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny.html' title='Funny ^.*'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RxtfXo61EYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KC56ib41KRc/s72-c/DSC01101...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-6870852618244903903</id><published>2007-10-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Chynna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9ZI9a4dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8oyECpjNWFY/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Here i reached Chynna, a so-called chinese restaurant but selling no pork, 'halal' restaurant. Not a chinese restaurant if no pork right? We were been served with so called 'Welcome tea'.. a pot of tea with long stuff. i dont know wat it is called. Well, my dad said it was 'kungfu tea'. He poured the tea into cup using a lot of action. After my observation, only our table been served with such action. WHy??? MY dad said he thought my dad will give him tips wo.. haha!! MAybe it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9ZI9a4dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8oyECpjNWFY/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9ZI9a4dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8oyECpjNWFY/s200/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118549216106045906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start my meal. Everything was in tidy arrangement. I ate a lot. Here come my desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9Zo9a4eI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kpYuVGmrOis/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9Zo9a4eI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kpYuVGmrOis/s200/DSC02251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118549224695980514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy jellies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9Z49a4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iZFQOPX4v1Y/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9Z49a4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iZFQOPX4v1Y/s200/DSC02252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118549228990947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you all know, my favourite, chocolate. Chocolate spring rolls....&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/5257816343567760805-6870852618244903903?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/6870852618244903903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=6870852618244903903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/6870852618244903903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/6870852618244903903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/breakfast-at-chynna.html' title='Breakfast at Chynna'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi9ZI9a4dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8oyECpjNWFY/s72-c/DSC02250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-642005567603173534</id><published>2007-10-07T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:10.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dine at WEstiN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi1IY9a4PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cJk8GeDgVMY/s1600-h/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi1IY9a4PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cJk8GeDgVMY/s200/DSC02231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118540132250214642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tada! My cousin was driving, or more true, he was speeding. 150km/hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wao.. well, his car is more stable than mine. that's why. keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Last night, i drove my dad and him to Westin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi7hI9a4cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sDcSNgD2twk/s1600-h/DSC02249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi7hI9a4cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sDcSNgD2twk/s200/DSC02249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118547154521743810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Yeah, Westin, we went to Westin to 'wasting'. haha! We went for the 'buka puasa' buffet there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i reached, i saw a lot of wines there. i snapped a nice shot. (not nice at all actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5l49a4YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HQe1evuqjZc/s1600-h/DSC02242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5l49a4YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HQe1evuqjZc/s200/DSC02242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118545037102866818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi2I49a4QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/roBKEoU1FJ4/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi2I49a4QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/roBKEoU1FJ4/s200/DSC02233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118541240351777026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the tiramisu something. forgot how it actually called. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mY9a4aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R9RkSJcRTyg/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mY9a4aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R9RkSJcRTyg/s200/DSC02247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118545045692801442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mo9a4bI/AAAAAAAAAII/iInxd8W9M9s/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mo9a4bI/AAAAAAAAAII/iInxd8W9M9s/s200/DSC02248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118545049987768754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;= Couples of cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi3p49a4VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wkzb7iD8NlI/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi3p49a4VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wkzb7iD8NlI/s200/DSC02236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118542906799087954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the guava cheese cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Too sweet anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi4JI9a4WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ALlkkjLE_4I/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi4JI9a4WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ALlkkjLE_4I/s200/DSC02239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118543443669999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was taken by my dad, so i do not know what it is. It tastes weir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d. I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5lo9a4XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/89j_3HhEAfw/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5lo9a4XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/89j_3HhEAfw/s200/DSC02235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118545032807899506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mI9a4ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ShQ5CkRqxl4/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi5mI9a4ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ShQ5CkRqxl4/s200/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118545041397834130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I went for the first round, 2nd round, third round, 4th round....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I was getting full. My stomach no longer can put it any food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;IT Was going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BURST&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay people are all....... They said they are fasting, but i saw them eating there before the fasting time ended. Malay people? HUh!! I got discimination towards some of them. Pretend to be holy. Anyway, i realized not all Malays are like that. Some of my friends are really holy, showing great respect for their religion. Asza &amp;amp; Niney, they are seriously nice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You guys interested to know why I forced myself to eat as much as I could? Because I want what we paid is worthy. Then i will not feel guilty toward my father. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After my stomach is fully filled, we went to the newly open Parkson Pavillion. omg! This is really crazy man. I saw many people were queuing to buy donuts. Actually, there was a promotion which said buy 2 dozens for only Rm 38. no wonder..&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of branded stuff there. expensive. i just passed by. no money. keke&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/5257816343567760805-642005567603173534?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/642005567603173534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=642005567603173534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/642005567603173534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/642005567603173534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/dine-at-westin.html' title='Dine at WEstiN'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/Rwi1IY9a4PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cJk8GeDgVMY/s72-c/DSC02231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-1538234677585411685</id><published>2007-10-04T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:10:12.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today is Thursday. Esther  was not coming again as usual. kinda miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today Mr. Yap distributed Chemistry paper. I got back mine. And i was totally down. I felt regret. I should not do last minute studying. I should done better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He asked, "Catherine, you looked not really happy. sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I just nodded my head. I was dumb by that time. oh man, definitely I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. Sigh. I studied but the marks was like hell! And without i realized, my tears ran down. Yeah! I should study right now as i guess i will not be studying on Friday and weekends. My dad is coming.  (to be updated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-1538234677585411685?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/1538234677585411685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=1538234677585411685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1538234677585411685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1538234677585411685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-thursday.html' title='I am a dumb'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-2291667019735813590</id><published>2007-10-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not cOMPlacent</title><content type='html'>trial ended. final is coming. sigh! i haven't start any revision by now. i am dying. i am still waver of what i should study after SAM. everyone seems to have make their best preparation for their aim of life! And me, have not done single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day schooling after trial, i got back my trial papers. marks sucks. i wasn't satisfy, definitely. I felt miserable. There was trace of repentance on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw complacent in some people's face. Then i told myself, they deserve it. They sure study hard before go to MPH for those papers. while me?? (Speechless....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I struggled hard for first three papers, when last day approached, i gave up. seriously gave up. i leave the exam hall one hour earlier, which is 9am. (supposed to sat from 7am until 10.15am). but no point sitting there without doing anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal went for shopping on Monday. How nice..  then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was thinking I should do tat too. I went for crazy shopping yesterday. I admit I did not spent the money wisely. And I am quite  happy and enjoy myself. haha. Expect I would say regret? No no!&lt;br /&gt;Let see what i bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RwNw549a4OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fz3LYjHR9is/s1600-h/DSC02228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RwNw549a4OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fz3LYjHR9is/s200/DSC02228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117057741467869410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;part of my shopping goods. necklaces + earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding a nice pair of shoes. But luck is not with me, I couldn't even found one :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-2291667019735813590?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/2291667019735813590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=2291667019735813590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/2291667019735813590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/2291667019735813590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-complacent.html' title='Not cOMPlacent'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RwNw549a4OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fz3LYjHR9is/s72-c/DSC02228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-967318541621591356</id><published>2007-09-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>struggling for trial +.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;da day after tomorrow will be SAM first trial for 2MSU. it's quite scary. We have to apply for University using the trial result. so everyone is struggling hard in order to get best result. Most of my classmates aimed for IMU to study medicine during the beginning of this program. However,  couples of people had gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Although they gave up, but i still can see they put a lot of effort to get good result. But, their intention to get good result has changed into a not really good thing, which is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This morning, there were 10 absentees for our class. Class went on.... then till the last, our class only left ten students. From 10 absentees became 10 present. A big gap!!! However, our class isn't a bad class, just that we are now struggling hard for our trial. That's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, during physic class, my lecturer drew something on my hand. Have a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RvEbtHgY0nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1WA7RA-FzVs/s1600-h/DSC0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RvEbtHgY0nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1WA7RA-FzVs/s320/DSC0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111897513965179506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It's FBI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;well, let me explain, F stands for force, B for magnetic field and I for electric current. it's Fleming's left hand rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Lecturer said by this, i will learn better. i guess so! haha!!! a closer look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RvEcYngY0oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qQpXH4lp4I4/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RvEcYngY0oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qQpXH4lp4I4/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111898261289489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5257816343567760805-967318541621591356?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/967318541621591356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=967318541621591356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/967318541621591356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/967318541621591356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/09/struggling-for-trial.html' title='struggling for trial +.='/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RvEbtHgY0nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1WA7RA-FzVs/s72-c/DSC0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-2351305402388568193</id><published>2007-09-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:11.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tIreD AftER whoLe daY touR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;well, today i went to 1U. do some shopping then meet up wif AsHlEY. We went for shopping, lunch n dinner together. tada!!! this is my lunch at Wong KOk, something like that. I cant's reli remember. haha.. look nice but it tastes ok only.  :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQe895riI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NQgsvSiRKfY/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQe895riI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NQgsvSiRKfY/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQe895riI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NQgsvSiRKfY/s320/DSC02194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110477801106550306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tis is Ashley's. a big bowl of noodles, spicy some more. i put tis in my blog because tis is my first time to c such big bowl of noodles. ahaha.. when da waiter or waitress (arghh!!! cant remember) served it, we both look at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQIM95rgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S7dm6HgGQLI/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQIM95rgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S7dm6HgGQLI/s320/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110477410264526338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Are you thinking wat i am thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both think if tat ppl served wrong table. so big bowl ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; at first i thought she would not finish it, but she managed!! eat a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; but still so slim. so envy her ^^ tis is a good habit, finish it, no wastage. (I hate ppl waste therefore i always finish my food thus tat's y im getting fatter!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwUws95rjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NIp3efo-1fU/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwUws95rjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NIp3efo-1fU/s320/DSC02196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110482504095739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and this, is half of tat cake (new york cheese cake) at TGI friday's!!it used to be my favourite. but tonight, im seriously disappointed wif their service. damn mad wo. it supposed to hav a strawberry on da top, but when it arrived, no strawberry but add on 2  strangers (whipped creams) beside da cake. WTF? they don even apologize!!! da*n!!!! so disappointing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-2351305402388568193?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/2351305402388568193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=2351305402388568193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/2351305402388568193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/2351305402388568193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-after-whole-day-tour.html' title='tIreD AftER whoLe daY touR'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuwQe895riI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NQgsvSiRKfY/s72-c/DSC02194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-8885895906639371212</id><published>2007-09-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpM &amp; SaM</title><content type='html'>here i am again.. wa lao. tis few days keep updating my blog ya! kaka.. ok. let's c wat i got here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPM in 2006&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/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulFiM95rcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4O_lbivG4WY/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulFiM95rcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4O_lbivG4WY/s320/DSC02179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109691706127265218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulE3s95raI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BurDCJlG_QY/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulE3s95raI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BurDCJlG_QY/s320/DSC02177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109690975982824866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha.. tat S is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; thumb! A is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;anggit&lt;/span&gt;'s, n M is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Magdalene&lt;/span&gt;'s, while  P is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;paige&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to study by tat time. tis started with anggit. She drew her finger then Magdalene said:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  i wan i wan!!&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;then followed by paige n me. haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulGxc95rdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YsPHFjRPRv4/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulGxc95rdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YsPHFjRPRv4/s320/DSC02180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109693067631898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after all, S + P + A + M = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S P A M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we too free? i guess yes. or in another words, im too lazy. laziness come first!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/5257816343567760805-8885895906639371212?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/8885895906639371212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=8885895906639371212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/8885895906639371212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/8885895906639371212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-am-again.html' title='SpM &amp; SaM'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RulFiM95rcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4O_lbivG4WY/s72-c/DSC02179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-6478272372849675462</id><published>2007-09-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a SpeCiaL dAy - 12/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today is a special day. it is my bro's birthday. well, tis is da first time im not wif him to celebrate wif him. kinda sad. :( but wat to do? sigh! hope he will be as happy as last few years, as if im beside him. want to wish him a very happy birthday here. i love u bro!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tonight, i went to have dinner wif paige n anggit. when i stepped out from my house, buarghh!!!! lol. shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a surprise by them. luckily i don hav heart attack. haha.. well, paige said it's good as an exercise for my cardiovascular. how true is it? i dont know. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;by the way, wish to know wat is our dinner? is ramly burger actually. one for each. i ordered burger daing cheese actually, but then paige said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugJlM95rRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RKSBLJVHvro/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugJlM95rRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RKSBLJVHvro/s320/DSC02189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109344311992495378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; it's without egg. so i rushed to change it. no egg no meaning. haha.. tat is true, no egg inside a burger means not a ramly burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Da fact is, i wanted to try da ramly burger since january, da very first time when i first came here. finally, i get da chance to try it now, which is 9 months after tat, funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;haha!!!! here my burger came! nice rite? everyone said it's tasty. yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugJ3c95rSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KpcKgXjrZr4/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugJ3c95rSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KpcKgXjrZr4/s320/DSC02190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109344625525108002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Another picture taken by paige. she is a nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;photographer, isn't she? know da right angle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to take da photo ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugKps95rTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p3M2fFCf0lQ/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugKps95rTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p3M2fFCf0lQ/s320/DSC02188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109345488813534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA!! are these all mine? of course not!!&lt;br /&gt;these are belonged to me, paige n anggit!! respectively. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5257816343567760805-6478272372849675462?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/6478272372849675462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=6478272372849675462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/6478272372849675462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/6478272372849675462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonight-i-went-to-have-dinner-wif-paige.html' title='a SpeCiaL dAy - 12/09'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RugJlM95rRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RKSBLJVHvro/s72-c/DSC02189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-3831201938691777567</id><published>2007-09-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:40:12.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;last night i msg Paige. i asked her if we could do revision together. She told me, ok! we start after sch tomolo. study until 5pm, rest for an hour then continue until 9pm. wao.. so hardworking. it's good for me also as i cant study if im alone. mayb wif her companion, i won dare to be lazy. n who knows, today approached....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;me, paige n chew woon studied together at da taylor's office (somewhere near da payment counter). it was supposed to be a very quiet place n an ideal place to study. n then, a group of ppl came. they talked damn loud wei. cant they c there is ppl studying there? no respect at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ok, ignore them. we started at 2 something. when it was 3 something at the afternoon, we started to get lazy. Paige gone to The Web to do her bio report, left me n chew woon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;then, Chew woon went home. n here anggit came. Paige was back. let us c wat a good job she had done. she went to the web without her pen drive! haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Paige went to draw something on the socket. well, it's normal. she always did tat. haha. sorry paige!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuU3f636ixI/AAAAAAAAADw/TTiuXrfiT-A/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuU3f636ixI/AAAAAAAAADw/TTiuXrfiT-A/s320/DSC02176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108550373840947986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sigh! i got to start my revision now. damn! i cant even concentrate. but i will force myself to. sigh.. God oh God, may You can let the time pass quicker. i wan to go back!!! Give me the strength to continue my life here. im dying :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-3831201938691777567?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/3831201938691777567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=3831201938691777567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3831201938691777567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3831201938691777567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-boring-day.html' title='another boring day'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/RuU3f636ixI/AAAAAAAAADw/TTiuXrfiT-A/s72-c/DSC02176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-3646585759724296208</id><published>2007-08-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:24:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate airport!</title><content type='html'>i hate airport seriously. a place tat always take away my happiness. it freaks me out! i don wanna go to airport anymore. i hate it. tis morning, my mum gave me da last hug. no! NO!!! i was like, pls, don go away, stay here wif me. but i knew tat is impossible. it's my life to stay here n study. i knew i should study well start from now on. but i jus cant make it. too many stuff inside my brain right now, (damn  place, miss family, schling tomolo, dozens of homework, trial exams). i miss my bro's sound, my sis's jokes. but now, everything was gone. i hav to wait for another few more months to meet with them. i dono if i got da strength to wait so long. i felt im so useless, still couldn't adapt to here even it's aug now. sept gonna start soon. how long i got to wait again? i wan tis course to end as fast as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-3646585759724296208?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/3646585759724296208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=3646585759724296208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3646585759724296208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/3646585759724296208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/08/hate-airport.html' title='hate airport!'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-1625167222343037680</id><published>2007-08-17T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:27:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my waiting is prized finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i jus got home right now, finish my class = holiday started.!!! i rush back to post tis blog, i wanted to share my happiness and my pleasure. im so happy right now. i cant wait for next minute, next hour to come. my family is on da way coming right now!! i don wan to wait any longer!!! i wanted to c them so much! i miss them lots n lots. haha.. im so excited, so happy, so joyful, lol... don reli know how to express it! cant find any word tat reli suit my feeling now. im full of joy, got a feel of satisfaction in my heart. im as happy as a sandboy though. haha!!!! i cant imagine, it's hard to believe anyway tat my family will be right here in front of me next minute. i can feel them, can hug them, omg!! tat is, ohh.. my pleasure. i love you guys so much! thanks for curing my homesick. thanks!!!! im crying right now, too touched! haha^^ funny. i don reli understand also. ta da.. tat's all i guess. want to pack my stuff n go to airport! happy holiday everyone!! ^.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-1625167222343037680?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/1625167222343037680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=1625167222343037680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1625167222343037680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1625167222343037680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-waiting-is-prized-finally.html' title='my waiting is prized finally!!'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257816343567760805.post-1116043842489410173</id><published>2007-05-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:15:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something ruin my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i read an article in the newspapers today. it was about my horoscope. i was asked to put down my ego and experience some rejection if im overly confident and exaggerate in the least to impress someone. sigh.. i realise my ego is too strong n it spoiled me. but i need to put my ego down? how how how? i had a fight wif my sister last week. and because of my ego, i refused to apologise to her, but it wasn't my fault anyway. my mum called, my dad called. ask me the reason for quarrel wif sis. i cant find any reasonable reason. cos i dono da exact cause tat leads to the fight. i hope it will end as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257816343567760805-1116043842489410173?l=babycath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/feeds/1116043842489410173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257816343567760805&amp;postID=1116043842489410173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1116043842489410173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257816343567760805/posts/default/1116043842489410173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycath.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-ruin-my-day.html' title='something ruin my day'/><author><name>baby^cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530316702131744187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTnm-87o0M4/TGbknj6ECXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HfnoUWUNv-o/S220/IMG_0975.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
