<?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-3042650595044413698</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:14.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart Talk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-1237394985780026176</id><published>2009-08-25T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:29:42.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Birthday Celebration 09 ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPvzzRQneI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VqtutzR5q5I/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPvzzRQneI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VqtutzR5q5I/s320/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373902453598100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally ... I have found some vacant time to write the post about my birthday celebration... ^.* Sorry to keep you guys from waiting hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of August ... yeah 9th of August ... the most special day of my life ... the day I was born ... hahaha ... Why am I bullshitting all these ar??? (Pai seh la ... haven't got any ideas yet how to start my post ar :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...alright...got it haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before my birthday, I had sent text messages to several of my close friends inviting them to celebrate my birthday with me. The venue of the celebration was actually a place I always hang out with my friends i.e. a karaoke (which I spent most of my weekends there ^.*). Then I started to countdown for my big day. Unfortunately, a day or two before my celebration I received a number of text messages turning down my invitation :( Can you imagine how upset I was at that time??? Frankly, LEOs don't like the feeling of disappointment...it makes a LEO questions his/her importance. Bringing with me this displeasure, I awaited my special day to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that's the second Saturday of the month, I had to go to the office (as we work on every second Saturday). Nothing special happened in the morning until my name and several others were being called out. I only found out after a minute or two that those being called out were those celebrating birthday in August. Huhuhu ... so I was lucky enough to had my birthday celebrated with my colleagues during my first week of working there ^.*. Surrounded by birthday song and wishes, we had our cake cutting session. Also, we received a small gift from the HR. I'm really thankful for what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came the moment I've been waiting for long. Around 9 something I arrived at the karaoke with my dearest friend NINI. Then there were a few more friends joining in and we started to capture our sweetest moment. TENG TENG TENG ... Here are some photos that we've taken on that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPuCSbu_nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6FTRYU302Ro/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPuCSbu_nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6FTRYU302Ro/s320/DSC01531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373900503458446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPugpUO2SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6ep3jM7kKkU/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPugpUO2SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6ep3jM7kKkU/s320/DSC01537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373901024997071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPu0EQxZQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1_uYtLCn8eI/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPu0EQxZQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1_uYtLCn8eI/s320/DSC01553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373901358647829762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPvPD_D7QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ODDPrKSLXXU/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPvPD_D7QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ODDPrKSLXXU/s320/DSC01549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373901822430014722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPwasr89KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/muASDjOk8IY/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPwasr89KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/muASDjOk8IY/s320/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373903121845908642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time ticked by and finally it's 12 midnight ... WOOHOO ... again birthday song, wishes and gifts showering me........and I.....definitely was the happiest girl in the world at that time ... ^.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-1237394985780026176?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/1237394985780026176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=1237394985780026176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1237394985780026176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1237394985780026176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-celebration-09.html' title='~~~ Birthday Celebration 09 ~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SpPvzzRQneI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VqtutzR5q5I/s72-c/DSC01569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-4935024000559377848</id><published>2009-08-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:56:25.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- A summary of my first working week -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SoBCQvik_8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HH9vAR8lu9Q/s1600-h/OL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SoBCQvik_8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HH9vAR8lu9Q/s320/OL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368363611232468930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, sorry for not updating my blog for more than 1 week. There were so many things to be done last week that made updating my post a mission impossible. So now I'm going to sum up what I've been up for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know... I just started to work in a new environment on last Monday. I woke up extremely early that morning ... erm ... arnd 6am to get myself ready for my undertaking. Can you imagine how difficult for someone who didn't wake up as early as that for ages but had to do so starting from that day??? But, what to do??? I don't want to be late for work on my very first day (of course if possible all my forthcoming working days as well :P) so the only thing I can do is to sacrifice my sweet dreams... :'(   Overall, my first day reporting to work was quite smooth and happy as the staff there are all very friendly and helpful. Meeting nice staff and new friends there has somehow eased my worry of having workplace politics with colleagues around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining days of the week unfortunately turned out to be uneven ones for me. I was always the odd one out who faced problems like forgetting to bring important documents, not being enrolled as a lecturer in the e-learning system, not having the chance to meet my mentor (as she took  1 whole week sick leave) and so on. I couldn't let my hair down for the past whole week due to all those unpleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being the odd one out, I also started to feel the mounting stress climbing up my shoulder when we were given briefing on the rules and regulations of the organisation. We are abide by tremendous amount of rules and regulations in order to get a certain thing done. Frankly, I don't see the importance of some rules being set but then again what to do right ... just pray hard I don't break any of them during my probation period :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy and unpleasant experience flipped through like pages of a book and it came the weekend which I had been awaiting for. Hahahaha... what's on during my past weekend??? Stay tune to find out in my next post ya... ^.*&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/3042650595044413698-4935024000559377848?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/4935024000559377848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=4935024000559377848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4935024000559377848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4935024000559377848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/08/summary-of-my-first-working-week.html' title='- A summary of my first working week -'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SoBCQvik_8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HH9vAR8lu9Q/s72-c/OL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-7426566983017839191</id><published>2009-08-01T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:35:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ I wish I could ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnRI9ROxueI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i858gawKTok/s1600-h/AnimePraying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnRI9ROxueI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i858gawKTok/s320/AnimePraying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364993273539705314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; rewrite the story of ours;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; the story of which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; descended an air of melancholy on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; freeze the memory of ours;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; the memory of which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; was engraved in our hearts since we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; reconsider the decision of ours;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; the decision of which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; we made regardless of the consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;change the fated destiny of ours;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;the destiny of which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;was doomed from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish I could ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;for I've walked into a trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;which was set by ME MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3042650595044413698-7426566983017839191?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/7426566983017839191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=7426566983017839191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7426566983017839191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7426566983017839191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could.html' title='~~~ I wish I could ~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnRI9ROxueI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i858gawKTok/s72-c/AnimePraying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-2640075242054741800</id><published>2009-07-29T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:45:31.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I Wonder ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnHNfCJwbII/AAAAAAAAAH8/Kn097NtRQb0/s1600-h/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnHNfCJwbII/AAAAAAAAAH8/Kn097NtRQb0/s320/why.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294564212403330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why life's full of decision making&lt;br /&gt;Why there always appears&lt;br /&gt;Two seemingly favorable choices&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why I always struggle in choosing the best choice&lt;br /&gt;Why I still question myself&lt;br /&gt;After I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To choose one choice over another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-2640075242054741800?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/2640075242054741800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=2640075242054741800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2640075242054741800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2640075242054741800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder.html' title='~ I Wonder ~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SnHNfCJwbII/AAAAAAAAAH8/Kn097NtRQb0/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-5504584720906760208</id><published>2009-07-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:30:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ Got it... finally!!! ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm7ulAoXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5sykTOM3rvU/s1600-h/seagull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm7ulAoXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5sykTOM3rvU/s320/seagull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363486525836716018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ehem Ehem... let me just clear my throat first before I announce this great news (at least to me myself it is :P) to my beloved readers ^.*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng teh teng (sound effect ^.*) .... Susan will start life anew in August!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may start to scratch your head over this statement I guess... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm ... basically starting life anew here means I'm gonna take up a full-time job as an English lecturer in this coming August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??? Hey, Susan!!! You've been working as an English lecturer for all this while what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... you're right but you're also wrong at the same time. It's true that I've been an English lecturer but I've never been a full-time English lecturer what :P So, the oncoming job offer is kinda different from my previous work experience. I'll need to sacrifice my sweet dreams to avoid rush hour in the morning. I'll also need to spend more time at the workplace which I didn't need to when I was only a part-time lecturer. Then, my worst worry is ... I'll need to face the colleagues around for a longer duration (8am - 5pm) whereby conflicts or complicated workplace politics are inevitable. So, summing up... Susan's life is gonna be much different than the one she's had before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's great to have something new in life to try for, doesn't it??? Just wish me luck in my undertaking. ^.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-5504584720906760208?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/5504584720906760208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=5504584720906760208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/5504584720906760208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/5504584720906760208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-it-finally.html' title='~~ Got it... finally!!! ~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm7ulAoXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5sykTOM3rvU/s72-c/seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-7331599350397538483</id><published>2009-07-27T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:40:54.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ O ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm2Rv2D3lqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q-juFEk70kg/s1600-h/circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm2Rv2D3lqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q-juFEk70kg/s320/circle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363102982419748514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life will no longer be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a complete circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-7331599350397538483?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/7331599350397538483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=7331599350397538483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7331599350397538483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7331599350397538483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title='~ O ~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sm2Rv2D3lqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q-juFEk70kg/s72-c/circle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-3295887780285606588</id><published>2009-07-26T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:55:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Invisible Wound~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Smw1gZ3k1-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MfLyqx8_jn8/s1600-h/AngelOfDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Smw1gZ3k1-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MfLyqx8_jn8/s320/AngelOfDeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362720087107491810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Others can only&lt;br /&gt;cut my flesh&lt;br /&gt;even with a sharp blade&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;are able to&lt;br /&gt;tear my heart out&lt;br /&gt;simply with one harsh word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-3295887780285606588?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/3295887780285606588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=3295887780285606588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3295887780285606588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3295887780285606588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/others-can-only-cut-my-flesh-even-with.html' title='~Invisible Wound~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Smw1gZ3k1-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MfLyqx8_jn8/s72-c/AngelOfDeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-9007996635140486689</id><published>2009-07-25T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:37:22.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bE yOuR dUmMy, Be YoUr DeAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmrSOCnZ_zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WKk8PmwoXew/s1600-h/dummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmrSOCnZ_zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WKk8PmwoXew/s320/dummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362329445000150834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;No matter how smart a woman is&lt;br /&gt;she will become&lt;br /&gt;a dummy&lt;br /&gt;once she's fallen for someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;She won't care how many times&lt;br /&gt;she cried&lt;br /&gt;for she will only remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;she smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't care how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been hurt&lt;br /&gt;for she will only remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't care how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been cheated&lt;br /&gt;for she will only remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't care how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been yelled at&lt;br /&gt;for she will only remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't care how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been called a dummy&lt;br /&gt;for she will only remember how many times&lt;br /&gt;she's been called "Dear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-9007996635140486689?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/9007996635140486689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=9007996635140486689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9007996635140486689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9007996635140486689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-your-dummy-be-your-dear.html' title='bE yOuR dUmMy, Be YoUr DeAr'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmrSOCnZ_zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WKk8PmwoXew/s72-c/dummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-3213444382647106786</id><published>2009-07-24T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:01:37.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world = YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmmhkBIV6uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eV8DJRpe9xY/s1600-h/anime-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmmhkBIV6uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eV8DJRpe9xY/s320/anime-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361994471512074978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want are just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your attention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your backup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your dates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intimacy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jokes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nurture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your quirk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your respect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your understanding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your X'mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your yes-no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your zest for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for my world is solely constructed upon YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-3213444382647106786?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/3213444382647106786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=3213444382647106786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3213444382647106786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3213444382647106786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-world-you.html' title='My world = YOU'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmmhkBIV6uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eV8DJRpe9xY/s72-c/anime-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-2236949205669670811</id><published>2009-07-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:12:52.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Blissful Morning ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmkKDDqfhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OK64yiQAoxw/s1600-h/blissful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmkKDDqfhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OK64yiQAoxw/s320/blissful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361827879000704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a great thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;to have something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;to look forward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;the night before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wake up in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;to get what you longed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-2236949205669670811?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/2236949205669670811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=2236949205669670811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2236949205669670811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2236949205669670811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/blissful-morning.html' title='~~~ Blissful Morning ~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmkKDDqfhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OK64yiQAoxw/s72-c/blissful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-8469815314972807490</id><published>2009-07-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:43:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ wings of my heart ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmhmMx7UEdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Nwv2v5owRU/s1600-h/flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmhmMx7UEdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Nwv2v5owRU/s320/flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361647726131155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because you've given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a pair of wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-8469815314972807490?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/8469815314972807490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=8469815314972807490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8469815314972807490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8469815314972807490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/wings-of-my-heart.html' title='~~~ wings of my heart ~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmhmMx7UEdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Nwv2v5owRU/s72-c/flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-6391799055568875612</id><published>2009-07-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:33:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ What if ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmcjEpXHKfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2PA9hpMN4IA/s1600-h/what+if.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmcjEpXHKfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2PA9hpMN4IA/s320/what+if.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361292444137105906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;we never got to know each other&lt;br /&gt;would there be any sweet memories filling in the air???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;we never started promising each other&lt;br /&gt;would there be any unutterable sadness infusing my mind???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;we awakened to find each other gone in our life&lt;br /&gt;would you regret for what you have done and said???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;there was not any 'what if' between you and I&lt;br /&gt;would us be the same old selves&lt;br /&gt;when we never existed in each other's life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-6391799055568875612?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/6391799055568875612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=6391799055568875612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/6391799055568875612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/6391799055568875612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if.html' title='~~~ What if ~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmcjEpXHKfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2PA9hpMN4IA/s72-c/what+if.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-8591092164908218106</id><published>2009-07-21T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:26:50.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round of WOW WOW WOW~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmWTlw-jfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jM45B8LNx9w/s1600-h/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmWTlw-jfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jM45B8LNx9w/s320/O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360853208466160834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at the title itself, I'm sure you guys know what I'm gonna talk about...Yup...I'm BACK to the virtual world again...after being invisible for two months long :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know...I've actually promised one of my buddies that we had to keep track of each other's profile so that none of us would become lazy in writing new posts...and I'm very sorry to say that I've indeed broken the promise between us. BUT...I got a good excuse for that. So please listen up listen up...It's not that I become lazy or what in blogging...It's just that I've terminated my streamyx as a result of moving to a new location (which has got no fixed phone line)...so surfing the net has become a difficulty for me for the past few months. Maybe some of you would say that I could still use the wifi service outside to connect to the tons of society in the virtual world yet I think blogging should be done when no one else is intruding my personal space...only then would I express my real self at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess what has happened doesn't really matter much now because what is going to happen next is much more pivotal. So... what's gonna happen next? Hahaha...I'm gonna fix the promise I've made with my buddy (i.e. constantly updating my blog) as I just bought a new broadband modem which is going to make me available all the time online wahaha...so again...stay tune with me to find out what I've been up to lately...^.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-8591092164908218106?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/8591092164908218106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=8591092164908218106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8591092164908218106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8591092164908218106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-round-of-wow-wow-wow.html' title='Another round of WOW WOW WOW~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SmWTlw-jfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jM45B8LNx9w/s72-c/O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-4742147907406932006</id><published>2009-05-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:18:55.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sudden clutch of fear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ShIyUHd1WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU-2k_ABJfo/s1600-h/worried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ShIyUHd1WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU-2k_ABJfo/s320/worried.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337383829570410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;extremely afraid now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my faith;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my determination;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my soul;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I can't be myself any longer...&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep fear clutching at my heart.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-4742147907406932006?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/4742147907406932006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=4742147907406932006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4742147907406932006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4742147907406932006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-clutch-of-fear.html' title='The sudden clutch of fear...'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ShIyUHd1WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU-2k_ABJfo/s72-c/worried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-4405022420824220073</id><published>2009-05-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:17:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a good girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sg5oJ13G6iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dkucXTexXLk/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sg5oJ13G6iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dkucXTexXLk/s320/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336317126766946850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been trying to be bad lately...I did things which were not supposedly to be done by the angelic side of me...still I couldn't help doing them again and again...Oh gosh!!! What's on my mind now? Am I too exhausted of being a good girl for all this while? I wish I'll be able to put an end to whatever that I've done after I have had experience of them. Yeah...there will be an end soon...very very soon...I promised myself not to go overboard...anyhow, I can't really be that bad...someone told me I had to be a good girl...yeah...I will...don't worry. Susan is always and will always be a good girl!!! HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-4405022420824220073?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/4405022420824220073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=4405022420824220073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4405022420824220073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/4405022420824220073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-good-girl.html' title='Be a good girl...'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sg5oJ13G6iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dkucXTexXLk/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-2458940510031112103</id><published>2009-05-12T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:32:50.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretsssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SglB9UPOUVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/31f-v-v9zQ8/s1600-h/2444405079_584026c0fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SglB9UPOUVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/31f-v-v9zQ8/s320/2444405079_584026c0fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334867755257450834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently I've a lot of secrets to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I having the secrets with???&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;When do I start having those secrets???&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so secretive???&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, please don't tell people around that I'm having a lot of secrets k?&lt;br /&gt;Let this be another secret between you and I... ^.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shhhhhhhhhhh..................................&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/3042650595044413698-2458940510031112103?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/2458940510031112103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=2458940510031112103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2458940510031112103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2458940510031112103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/05/secretsssssss.html' title='Secretsssssss'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SglB9UPOUVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/31f-v-v9zQ8/s72-c/2444405079_584026c0fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-1283668513159778286</id><published>2009-05-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:59:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~ WOW ~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SgOuIZbRh-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XcWOFLtbc00/s1600-h/busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SgOuIZbRh-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XcWOFLtbc00/s320/busy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333297843024267234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow wow wow... it's almost a month since I last updated my blog!! :P Erm...maybe I should explain for my long absence here hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually a number of things happened simultaneously which occupied most of my time and thought. First, I was almost worn out handling some personal problems. (Don't ask me what personal problems they were. I mentioned *personal* means they are really PERSONAL lah haha...). Second, I have been attending some job interviews for the past 3 weeks. A positive sign actually though until now I still haven't really made up my mind which company I should go for. Apart from that, I'm glued to singing karaoke with friends at night. I guess that is one way to release my stress. Hence, I went KTV almost 5 nights a week. YEAH...you didn't get me wrong...it's 5 nights a week!!! Wahaha...crazy Susan!!! Tell you what...I'm most probably out singing again tonight ^.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all about my recent life. For more updates, please stay tune...kakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-1283668513159778286?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/1283668513159778286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=1283668513159778286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1283668513159778286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1283668513159778286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title='~~~~~ WOW ~~~~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SgOuIZbRh-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XcWOFLtbc00/s72-c/busy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-9188443444920439451</id><published>2009-04-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:24:37.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SICK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdmtk3PaapI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CZenwdAehAc/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdmtk3PaapI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CZenwdAehAc/s320/sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321475283530443410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;There is something seriously wrong with me:&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning,&lt;br /&gt;as if I'm in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is pounding,&lt;br /&gt;as if it's hit by a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is thumping,&lt;br /&gt;as if it's gonna jump out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Desperately sick.&lt;br /&gt;It's neither a flu&lt;br /&gt;nor a fever.&lt;br /&gt;It's neither a toothache&lt;br /&gt;nor a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's neither a migraine&lt;br /&gt;nor a back pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh I'm desperately sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm overpowered by depression.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocated by negativism.&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick to death of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh there is something seriously wrong with me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3042650595044413698-9188443444920439451?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/9188443444920439451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=9188443444920439451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9188443444920439451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9188443444920439451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m SICK!!!'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdmtk3PaapI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CZenwdAehAc/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-9004935462152066596</id><published>2009-04-04T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:05:58.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gaping wound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdc-GCiJFrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mLt4ovOWDIU/s1600-h/AnimeGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdc-GCiJFrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mLt4ovOWDIU/s320/AnimeGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320789758241740466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Behind every deep wound,&lt;br /&gt;there lies a heart-rending story;&lt;br /&gt;the story which the sufferer&lt;br /&gt;wallows in self-pity,&lt;br /&gt;and the story which&lt;br /&gt;moves others deeply to tear.&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;the story is retold,&lt;br /&gt;the old wound&lt;br /&gt;is forcibly opened up.&lt;br /&gt;Then a gut-wrenching sight&lt;br /&gt;meets your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;is gushing out of the wound.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;you scream hysterically inside you.&lt;br /&gt;You wish to help;&lt;br /&gt;you wish to soothe the pain away;&lt;br /&gt;yet there is no way&lt;br /&gt;to stop the blood from flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Standing aghast,&lt;br /&gt;you wonder when the blood&lt;br /&gt;will begin to coagulate.&lt;br /&gt;There is no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;No end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;The wound is now&lt;br /&gt;too contiguous that&lt;br /&gt;it has developed into&lt;br /&gt;a self-inflicted wound.&lt;br /&gt;And this&lt;br /&gt;makes it the saddest story of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-9004935462152066596?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/9004935462152066596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=9004935462152066596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9004935462152066596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9004935462152066596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaping-wound.html' title='A gaping wound'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sdc-GCiJFrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mLt4ovOWDIU/s72-c/AnimeGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-8104215220894951202</id><published>2009-04-02T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:52:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sunshine, Raindrops, Rainbow ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdSkjfZGSAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KHnqs0y7_0/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdSkjfZGSAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KHnqs0y7_0/s320/Rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320057989460543490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you there would not be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your sun shines with care always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To shelter me from any scares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you there would not be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your rain pours in tender drops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To shower my whole world with hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you there would not be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With sunshine and raindrops you make me a rainbow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And transform my world into glittering gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This poem was spontaneously created sometimes in August last year. Since I drew my inspiration from my mum's unconditional love, I'd like to dedicate it to my one and only beloved mum for her oncoming birthday. &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/3042650595044413698-8104215220894951202?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/8104215220894951202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=8104215220894951202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8104215220894951202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8104215220894951202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunshine-raindrop-rainbow.html' title='~ Sunshine, Raindrops, Rainbow ~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdSkjfZGSAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-KHnqs0y7_0/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-7374333434715250958</id><published>2009-03-31T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:21:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~more than words can express~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdIY6Lv1mUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TlJ4sspKS10/s1600-h/good_friends-8167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdIY6Lv1mUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TlJ4sspKS10/s320/good_friends-8167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319341497742891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too many thoughts and emotions buzzing in my mind now. I just didn't expect things would get so complicated when we were trying to be genuine to someone whom we think is important. Why? Why could you spit such harsh words to someone whom you've known for ages? Have you forgotten all the things we've gone through? To you maybe those old good days mean nothing as you have more friends than you have had compared to our days. Though we are sort of like strangers who live next door to each other nowadays, it doesn't degrade your status in my heart. There were hundreds and thousands of time I convinced myself that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;we would be buddies till our last breath &lt;/span&gt;though we seldom meet and talk for all this while. How damn wrong I was!!! I've overlooked the invisible wall built between us. And I'm terrified with the very thought that it may be too late for me to do something about it now. I'm usually the type of person who will let go any friends if I feel worthless in working out the relationship. BUT this time it's different - - - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you're more than a buddy to me&lt;/span&gt;; you're a sister whom I sincerely treasure. Ask me those whom I can't let go in my life, I'd say all my family members; and you are just one of them whom &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'll cry my gut out if I have to say goodbye to.&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/3042650595044413698-7374333434715250958?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/7374333434715250958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=7374333434715250958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7374333434715250958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7374333434715250958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-words-can-express.html' title='~~more than words can express~~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdIY6Lv1mUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TlJ4sspKS10/s72-c/good_friends-8167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-9176678367241173132</id><published>2009-03-29T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:37:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all the lights were OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdAz6gwjGOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LVGUBMfByM/s1600-h/79eyes-in-the-dark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdAz6gwjGOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LVGUBMfByM/s320/79eyes-in-the-dark.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808240243546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the Earth as its other creatures do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stockholm Conference, Only One Earth, 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night from 8.30pm-9.30pm? Were you enjoying some interesting TV programmes with your loved ones? Or were you gluing yourselves to the computer, chatting or watching Youtube? If your answer is any one of these, you are probably the irresponsible guest to our beloved earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing at that hour then? Well, I was looking around my neighborhood, sending sms and thinking about what I was going to write for this post. All those activities were done simultaneously with all the lights off. Yeah, I'm talking about the Earth Hour Campaign; the campaign that aimed at educating people from every corner of the globe on the effects of global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard about this campaign in few days back, I couldn't stop thinking how many of us would actually participate in it. Then I realized I have no rights in controlling other people's behaviour and actions. So, I asked myself, "Would you support this campaign?, Would you do what you think is right regardless of what others say and think of you?". In a heart beat, I got the answer from the bottom of my heart - - - YES, I WOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, sitting in the total darkness, wondering why there was only one house (which is mine) in my neighborhood with all the lights off. To my relief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I found a friend of mine who saw eye to eye with me in this awareness campaign. She was on duty at a department store. To show her support in this green campaign, she daringly switched off the lights of her counter regarless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was observing all these in the dark, the clock ticked away that single hour in a wink. Pleased with myself, I reminded myself to always appreciate what I've got and to sacrifice for the good of all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Let's drink to the long life of our earth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/3042650595044413698-9176678367241173132?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/9176678367241173132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=9176678367241173132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9176678367241173132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9176678367241173132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-all-lights-are-off.html' title='When all the lights were OFF'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SdAz6gwjGOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LVGUBMfByM/s72-c/79eyes-in-the-dark.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-7740745863945081327</id><published>2009-03-28T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:39:56.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sc4AVt0ECII/AAAAAAAAAEc/QSb_vFElhlI/s1600-h/unknown+destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sc4AVt0ECII/AAAAAAAAAEc/QSb_vFElhlI/s320/unknown+destination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318188583046350978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was what I heard from a friend of mine. The details of the story I may have forgotten but the effect of it is too strong to be drained away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three girls who lived in the same hostel and went to the same course in the same university. All of them were taking counselling as their major and they have passed the course as scheduled together. Upon graduation, all three have picked up a different route from one another to move on their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first girl opted to further her postgraduate study in another discipline for she had been struggling and suffering throughout her course. There's a possibility that she might face the same outcome in the new field yet she's determined to find the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the second girl who had also gone through the same experience as the first one decided to work for a company in a different field. Although there's still a certain level of stress at her workplace, she's doing pretty fine with her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this third girl. Instead of jumping into another arena, she strives to achieve her dream; the dream which had connected the three of them, and the dream of which the other two abandoned half way. Taking up social worker as her life-time career, it's her responsibility to handle tonnes and tonnes of social problems. She needs to be there to counsel depressed people who attempt to seek suicide as the solution of all their despair. Often she's worn out handling the heavy workload and responsibility when she finally calls it a day. While she may have saved tens of thousands of precious lives through her excellent counselling skills, she ended up finding herself miserable and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were one of the three girls, which route would you choose to travel on? I wish I would have the strength like the last girl to carry on my dream. Nonetheless, I find myself feeble and vulnerable to fight against this highly unpredictable world. Thus, I'm on my way walking down the second route, hoping to gain fruitful experience at the end of the unknown destination.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-7740745863945081327?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/7740745863945081327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=7740745863945081327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7740745863945081327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/7740745863945081327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-will.html' title='Free will'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sc4AVt0ECII/AAAAAAAAAEc/QSb_vFElhlI/s72-c/unknown+destination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-1567889273888475395</id><published>2009-03-26T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:08:00.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Scxutn0Q94I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EJ1NnF019x8/s1600-h/cgan480l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Scxutn0Q94I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EJ1NnF019x8/s320/cgan480l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317746990079080322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of all my family members, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;my second elder brother&lt;/span&gt; was our worst worry. Struggling for placement and acceptance, he always had his own way of working things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up the second of four children, he quenched his thirst for love and attention in a way much different than we siblings. He used to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;a trouble maker&lt;/span&gt; in school during his secondary school life. Playing truancy, smoking in school, offending teachers were among the common discipline problems that filled in all his rebellious years. At one point, his discipline problem was so serious that the school suspended him for two weeks. Downhearted, mum and dad treated him 10 times stricter than before. Instead of transforming into a well-behaved boy, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;resented staying home &lt;/span&gt;more than he had had. He would spend day and night outside drinking with friends. To him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;home was merely a place covered with roof for him to sleep underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we kept waiting for the miracle to come about. Three decades flipped through like pages of a book yet his maturity remained static. We started to convince ourselves that he was destined to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;the black sheep of the family&lt;/span&gt;. Also, we gave up in believing that there would always be sunshine and rainbow after every rainy day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;YET...we were proved wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we had been waiting for finally crept into our life without even knocking at our door. We woke up in one fine morning and surprisingly found that my brother &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;had metamorphosed from an abominable caterpillar into a lovely butterfly&lt;/span&gt;. How he succeeded in the metamorphosis process we didn't know; all we knew was we were overwhelmed by the miraculous transformation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the most annoying, insensible and irresponsible guy gone then? Frankly, we couldn't care less what happens to "him" for we aren't going to find "him". No way. We already had what we longed for - - - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;a better son, a better brother and of cause a better man.&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/3042650595044413698-1567889273888475395?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/1567889273888475395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=1567889273888475395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1567889273888475395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1567889273888475395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-metamorphosis.html' title='An Amazing Metamorphosis'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Scxutn0Q94I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EJ1NnF019x8/s72-c/cgan480l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-2126330524646847985</id><published>2009-03-24T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:41:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Endless cycle ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScjMmPtRXvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ETKLBRM4Ias/s1600-h/you-re-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScjMmPtRXvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ETKLBRM4Ias/s320/you-re-not-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316724317534379762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. In a vain attempt, I closed my eyes tightly to hold back tears. At such an emotional state, the endeavor to make up with him seemed to be worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first time and would definitely not be the last time that we have had a quarrel about trivial matters. Though we both know pretty well about the key cause contributed to all the unnecessary despair, nipping the problem in the bud is just easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, we promised each other to carefully walk on the communication path; not to overlook the sparks which would lead to hazardous blaze. Yet promises remained fragile when messages failed to be conveyed unambiguously. Without any prior notification, a blazing row would then break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted; I wished to give it a halt. With the remaining energy I had had, I kept running, running till my lungs burst. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;... there appeared to have no end in sight for this emotional crisis. Miserably, I realized what I had done was an infertile attempt- - - for I was trapped in this endless cycle the minute I gave my heart to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-2126330524646847985?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/2126330524646847985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=2126330524646847985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2126330524646847985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/2126330524646847985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/endless-cycle.html' title='~ Endless cycle ~'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScjMmPtRXvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ETKLBRM4Ias/s72-c/you-re-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-9038762201869069702</id><published>2009-03-23T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:23:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SceZ70Au6vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w5QKPnl-2P8/s1600-h/2roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SceZ70Au6vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w5QKPnl-2P8/s320/2roads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316387137987209970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing in a shaft of sunlight, I look hard at the two roads diverge in a dense wood - - - wondering which way will be the right one for me to travel. Long I stand yet sixth sense is nowhere to be found. Troubled, I look up again and meet my eyes with the fading light of sunset. Twilight will be here in a minute or two. Another ending. No matter how worst the day is, it always has to end. Taking a deep breath, I walk down one of the two roads; the one which bents in the undergrowth. Determined and confident, I welcome whatever obstacles awaiting in my path. Regret comes awfully close yet it fails to find me this time.&lt;br /&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/3042650595044413698-9038762201869069702?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/9038762201869069702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=9038762201869069702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9038762201869069702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/9038762201869069702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-taken.html' title='The road taken'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/SceZ70Au6vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w5QKPnl-2P8/s72-c/2roads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-1071676768777594441</id><published>2009-03-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:33:38.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A devilish angel ^.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScJJz01bliI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Mj7Wvr0A8qA/s1600-h/2242833148_dc8c41d65b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScJJz01bliI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Mj7Wvr0A8qA/s320/2242833148_dc8c41d65b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314891664955512354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/areyouangel/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=6904344547&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=61bc6242bc036de088de37a787905afe&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::671473984:1:6904344547:::0:5314791611072328596::0:qrt95:0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1237470714:d268ac8142c47259be26b18b891fc33a&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;Are You an Angel or a Devil?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; quiz and the result is Pure angel 0:-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are the purest of all the humans, you have never told a lie and you have always done your homework. You have done your household chores, and when your parents say no to a handphone, you obey them. When you are not allowed to play the computer, you don't play. When... never mind, you already get it. You are also known as "goody-two-shoes" by the greater devils. Many people enjoy having you around. Keep this up! ^-^ And I hope you didn't lie just to get this result of course. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Above is the result of a quiz I took in Facebook which fascinated me a lot; not because of the result which says that I'm the purest of all the humans - -  - I'm enthralled because it's too good to be true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't suspect me for lying in order to get this result. I've answered most of the questions truthfully. Please note that I mentioned "most of the questions" instead of "all questions" because there are questions which I couldn't give my truest answer due to the limited options provided. Was this where I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's analyse the result.&lt;br /&gt;i) You have never told a lie - - - if I say "YES, this is true" then I'm telling you the biggest lie in my life.&lt;br /&gt;ii) You have always done your homework - - - of course I have had; some I did by myself and others I copied from friends..shhh..help me to keep it as secret okay?!&lt;br /&gt;iii)You have done all household chores - - - absolutely...I did all before Chinese New Year. I swear you don't want to know what happens after that.&lt;br /&gt;iv)When your parents say no to a handphone, you obey them - - - Sorry, I'm not the mama's girl.&lt;br /&gt;v)When you are not allowed to play the computer, you don't play - - - why should I be obliged to play the computer at the first place?&lt;br /&gt;vi)You are also known as the "goody-two-shoes" by the greater devils - - - I can't help laughing my head off at this. Everyone who knows me well would definitely not link this phrase to my personality. Not even me myself. Would you? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have done the analysis. What do you think about the quiz? Does it really give a true account of me? Maybe you can help to judge this. Tell me what you think I am - - - an angel or devil? I'd say I'm a human definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/3042650595044413698-1071676768777594441?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/1071676768777594441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=1071676768777594441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1071676768777594441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/1071676768777594441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/unbelievable.html' title='A devilish angel ^.*'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/ScJJz01bliI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Mj7Wvr0A8qA/s72-c/2242833148_dc8c41d65b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-3198467960458022528</id><published>2009-03-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:51:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the wolf in sheep's clothing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9JdsVMOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPNgGCJ3gTg/s1600-h/Wolf+-+sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9JdsVMOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPNgGCJ3gTg/s320/Wolf+-+sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314046859785550642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever met people like these - - - in front of you, they are friends; once you turn your back, they transform into loathsome wolves? If you have had such experience, CONGRATULATION to you!!! Don't be taken aback by what I have just mentioned. I meant it. You may curse me for having no sympathy; you may also think I have no idea how excruciating it is to be backstabbed by someone whom you never question his/her sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down and be cool. If you have suffered from such catastrophe, I'm no different. I couldn't understand more of your grief and anger. Nonetheless, let bygones be bygones. All that matters now is we have learned the hard way, haven't we? We were taught not to overlook the dark side of human's soul. We were taught, also, not to fully trust any other human beings. And all these precious lessons would make us great survivors in this perilous world. So, I congratulate those who have experienced such calamity, not forgetting, to me myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if you have never gone through this disastrous experience? What precautions do you need to get rid of people who would do the dirty on you? Here, I'm gonna suggest some of the ways you could consider as guidelines to single out the wolf in sheep's clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beware of those people who seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;overly friendly or charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the first meeting. They appear to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;easy-going, entertaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and often the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;soul of the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Besides, they are intelligent, well-adjusted and likable. Most often than not, we are overwhelmed by their excessive generosity. A rule of thumb: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be cautious, also, to those who have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;high verbal intelligence but lack emotional intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Despite their expertise in manipulating words, their stories usually show a shallow quality to the emotional aspect. For instance, they will only touch a little on how they felt and why they felt that way while sharing their stories with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be alert when you find your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;enjoy telling pathological lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. They would, for example, tell insensible lies as in whereabouts they have gone despite the fact that there is actually nothing to lie about. Worst of all, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;think nothing of lying, cheating and or committing crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. So, how do you tell whether you friends have such behaviour? It's when you find their stories don't add up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be wary of those who value people in terms of how they can be manipulated especially their material value. Otherwise, they would see people as obstacle to overcome and they would eventually work at eliminating these so-called "obstacles". They, indubitably, are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;experts at the art of manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least, if you believe you are involved with a villain on any level; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;cut your losses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; at once before it turns into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WAKING NIGHTMARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042650595044413698-3198467960458022528?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/3198467960458022528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=3198467960458022528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3198467960458022528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/3198467960458022528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/beware-of-wolf-in-sheeps-clothing.html' title='Beware of the wolf in sheep&apos;s clothing!!!'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9JdsVMOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dPNgGCJ3gTg/s72-c/Wolf+-+sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-8176600083682640270</id><published>2009-03-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:44:45.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate at first sight ^.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9Ilw-jaxI/AAAAAAAAACc/SDtxmu13Efo/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9Ilw-jaxI/AAAAAAAAACc/SDtxmu13Efo/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314045898960104210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi guys!!! Sorry that I haven't been writing any new posts recently. Actually, I have one post at hand which is yet completed because I wanna inject more better ideas into my work before I publish it. Anyhow, let's just forget about that at the moment and talk about some other thing - - - something which has absorbed me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is so fascinating that occupied most of my time lately? Well, I have been reading a novel entitled "Twilight" day in and day out. I had watched the movie and sadly to say that I actually detested the movie version of this story. Could you imagine how this happened - - - someone who loathed the story at an earlier time has actually been engrossed by the same story at a later point of time? Frankly speaking, I don't know how I did that. "Ridiculous" is the only word I could think of to describe my current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still recall my nasty comments about this movie after stepping out from the cinema. Mainly, I was complaining about the dull plot. The poster of the movie had somehow lured me into believing it as a bloody vampire story. Thus, I was expecting some scenes shooting blood drinking acts (one of the significant features in a vampire story, isn't it?) when the plot centred around the budding romance of the hero and heroin. Finally, I worked out that it was merely an ordinary romance fiction. The only difference between this story and other romance fictions is it involves an immortal and a human. No more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what made me plucked up the courage to take a second look at the same story (a different version, though)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with one of my buddies when she suddenly recommended me one superb movie (that's her opinion somehow). Yeah you got it right...she was excitedly sharing her opinions about "Twilight" with me when I threw her cold water, stating how excruciating it was for me to stay put in the cinema. She then told me that there were actually four stories altogether in this series. "Twilight" is the introduction which serves to bring out all the main characters and incoming complication. That somehow held my interest (I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; undoubtedly expecting the blood drinking acts =P). Henceforth, I decided to get to know the story better through reading the novel before watching the follow-up serial. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;SURPRISINGLY I'M LOVING IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were disappointed with the movie, maybe you should try what I did; take a second look at the story through reading and who knows you might experience the magical feeling like I did - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hate at first sight BUT Love at the second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ^.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3042650595044413698-8176600083682640270?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/8176600083682640270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=8176600083682640270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8176600083682640270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/8176600083682640270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-at-first-sight.html' title='Hate at first sight ^.*'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9Ilw-jaxI/AAAAAAAAACc/SDtxmu13Efo/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042650595044413698.post-5940485396138405906</id><published>2009-02-26T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:01:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the virtual world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9KvBxmJmI/AAAAAAAAACs/qjf6hmVKJ-U/s1600-h/welcome-back-to-office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9KvBxmJmI/AAAAAAAAACs/qjf6hmVKJ-U/s320/welcome-back-to-office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314048257111238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome back Susan!!!Welcome back to the virtual world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask me why I have abandoned my blog for more than nine months because I don't have the slightest idea why I have done so as well. Maybe I've just suffered from mental block which restrained me from blogging. Or maybe I've just repeated my old habit which I called it as "short-term interest". Or another maybe...I was just lazy (something that I have no control over it...sigh). Care not for the reason that account for my disappearance from this virtual world because the most important thing is - - - I'm BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please give me a round of applause. Or standing ovation would be much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, you might ponder " What made you decided to come back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...a good question indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frankly speaking, the first and foremost reason which drives me back is that I found my writing competency had gradually dropped after my graduation. In order to polish up my writing skills, I'd better write regularly.Blog is doubtless a handy medium to manipulate for such purpose. (So, if you find me hard to understand through my blog,forgive me and do give me some time to become a better blogger.Thanks for your support.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another reason that brings me back to this virtual world is lies in my simple hope of getting someone who could open his/her heart and share his/her deepest emotions and thoughts with me in this surreal world. I know, I know some of you might start laughing at me and say, " Susan, your simple hope is rather a hard one." Maybe you're right but maybe not. You haven't met one up till this point of your life doesn't mean you won't in the future. So, let us cross our fingers and wait for the miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all my confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, welcome back Susan!!! Welcome back to this virtual world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Curtain draws. Lights off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3042650595044413698-5940485396138405906?l=sus0809.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/feeds/5940485396138405906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042650595044413698&amp;postID=5940485396138405906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/5940485396138405906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042650595044413698/posts/default/5940485396138405906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus0809.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-back-susanwelcome-back-to.html' title='Back to the virtual world.'/><author><name>SuSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882278301708279940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/StCMNfsFw-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/r_zY7pmq8Ms/S220/DSC01084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_His65Tl87sk/Sb9KvBxmJmI/AAAAAAAAACs/qjf6hmVKJ-U/s72-c/welcome-back-to-office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
