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At the end, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I love travelling and wish fervently that I am a millionaire so that I can travel anywhere and anytime I like without the need to worry about money,boss and work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. I don't like BOD meeting and audit time when it comes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Love eating and still trying to find the time and mood to spark my interest in cooking and learning to cook! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Starting to try out the organic beauty recipes I found on this great site --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://leonsbeautytipsandsecrets.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://leonsbeautytipsandsecrets.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; It's simple and more importantly it's chemical free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. No matter how, I end up choosing shades of red,yellow and brown when it comes to colour of my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. I enjoy being in a celebrations (no matter what kind) and I enjoy live show,live concert,live musicals,live anything! hehe (suka menyebuk je)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Don't like people who treat other people rudely and do not have any humane and civilised attitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Need fun, fun and fun to survive! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Am very loyal (especially to certain products when it suits me really well) but am very blunt too sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Have a very sensitive skin and hormones imbalance and stress can cause me having breakouts! I hate mosquitoes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Would love to find the time and money to try out all the adventurous things: parasailing,hang gliding, bungee jumping, white water rafting, hiking, mountain biking, diving, snow boarding etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. My biggest issue: MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. My current worry: Will I ever settle down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. I am at my utmost happiest when I am surrounded by my families, my girlfriends, cozy house, breathtaking surroundings,beautiful things and delicious foods! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Hate to admit it bit I am a romantic at heart and still trying to find one romantic thing that I had done. Hm, still none! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Always a dreamer and trying hard to be a doer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Diyana Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Ct Sanah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Hanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Aisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Khairunie (hehe hello there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-1464167486498362512?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SUcuMU5R9tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FTVoYAKq8Mk/s320/P1100997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238788908199330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SUctM94craI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fUPJRQd9uQE/s320/P1110001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-7978069231538256697?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It enlightens one's mood and brighten up the atmosphere. Some of the best jokes comes from our little ones with their innocent faces and direct understanding of the matters at hand.Hoping you'll find these jokes as amusing as I do! Enjoy and laugh your heart out! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids Are Quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America .&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Maria.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I.'&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is..&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-4206372586040078053?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was drizzling after a heavy rain, I stopped at a red light and I can't resist not using the built-in camera of purple Sony Ericsson K770i ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936502350973346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/STDJTm6YiaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MjPLu6EzhQg/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S Taken through the car's window, all the small round dots are the droplets of rain on my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942735920127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/STDO-cxFXMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WS5aWdBWncU/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273937993129212466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/STDKqYfnOjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IiJBH0RMVxE/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S I just can't help rolling down my window after the unimpressive 1st shot and these are what i got before the traffic light's went green hehe &lt;a href="http://www.petronastwintowers.com.my/"&gt;The Petronas Twin Tower&lt;/a&gt; looks amazing right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've only known that this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petronas_Twin_Towers"&gt;tallest twin building in the world &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even have a poem of their own penned down by the &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._Samad_Said"&gt;infamous Datuk A Samad Said&lt;/a&gt; when I browse their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.petronastwintowers.com.my/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Di Sisi Menara&lt;br /&gt;oleh &lt;a href="http://www.ujanailmu.com.my/cat_a_samad.cfm"&gt;Datuk A Samad Said &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini pernah berpacuan ribuan kuda&lt;br /&gt;pernah gempita sorak, riang dan kecewa,&lt;br /&gt;di tengah ragam manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Di sini pernah berdesir angin rimba&lt;br /&gt;merengek bisik hewan bebas&lt;br /&gt;rahasia sejarah terpendam dan&lt;br /&gt;pertemuan yang menakjubkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Di kening pelangi yang muhibbah&lt;br /&gt;di dalam era yang resah&lt;br /&gt;di atasnya kini indah&lt;br /&gt;mercu menara bangsa&lt;br /&gt;kembar sahabat bunga angkasa.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sisir perak menyerlap girang,&lt;br /&gt;petak kaca mengintan serlah&lt;br /&gt;daun segar, buah ranum, pohon merdeka…&lt;br /&gt;begitu kini kisahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan di luar, kanak-kanak lincah kaki&lt;br /&gt;mendengar decak air berbaur hilai&lt;br /&gt;menyaksi salam akrab yang lama,&lt;br /&gt;mengesan bumi berbisik dan&lt;br /&gt;menghayati kudus doa yang restu.&lt;br /&gt;Memang, tapak kaki dari LRT,&lt;br /&gt;dengung hujah deret kereta&lt;br /&gt;meriuhkan kini gedungmu, mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;selera bangsa,&lt;br /&gt;jerit dan bisik di antara taman dan tasik&lt;br /&gt;di sini masjid comel yang molek.&lt;br /&gt;Negara perlu berwajah dalam kocak masa;&lt;br /&gt;ia perlu bersuara dari lidah rimba…bisik yang malu;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada lidah kota…jerit yang maju. Negara perlu&lt;br /&gt;bersuara bagi warisan datangnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah suara anak bermain air,&lt;br /&gt;senyum ke hati keluarganya;&lt;br /&gt;ia menggemakan irama industri dalam&lt;br /&gt;santun hemahnya;&lt;br /&gt;ia mercu waktu, dalam senyap batin,&lt;br /&gt;tetap berdetak bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dalam alam yang pernah rimba&lt;br /&gt;kini suara kota berani&lt;br /&gt;mengucapkan hasrat dan hajat bangsa…&lt;br /&gt;menyatakan kemerdekaan dan jatidirinya.&lt;br /&gt;Kita melihat sisik dan tingkap,&lt;br /&gt;kerlip dan mercu, kita separuh kagum,&lt;br /&gt;separuh terharu. Menara sehebat ini&lt;br /&gt;memancar watak negara, mengimbasi&lt;br /&gt;tokoh yang berfikir, merancang dan memungkinkan.&lt;br /&gt;Ia mercu bakal mempunyai&lt;br /&gt;sejarah dan suaranya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Di sini, menara sisik kembang perak&lt;br /&gt;yang mengerlip jernih menjulang&lt;br /&gt;ke dada angkasa, membisikkan cekal dan&lt;br /&gt;azam bangsa. Bangun dari tidur sejarah,&lt;br /&gt;cermat dan cergas, didakap sihat&lt;br /&gt;sinar mentari, cerdas dan waras, senyum&lt;br /&gt;bangsa yang sanggup bermimpi, dan&lt;br /&gt;mimpi itu kini mercu bistari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ia kini menjadi bendera berkibar perkasa&lt;br /&gt;dalam hati kita yang bersyukur.&lt;br /&gt;Ia menjadi suara yang ingin bermaruah&lt;br /&gt;dalam hajat kita yang luhur.&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah mercu mimpi yang bening,&lt;br /&gt;mengenyit dari jauh, mengerlip dari dekat…&lt;br /&gt;Ia nyatakan pencapaian tulus satu bangsa&lt;br /&gt;yang bergolak bangun dari gelora dunia&lt;br /&gt;dengan tangannya sendiri. Ia, demi warisan,&lt;br /&gt;adalah rindu angin yang mengejar dan mengucup &lt;br /&gt;dari sejarah abad ke celek alaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ia visi pemimpin yang ingin bercakap kepada dunia,&lt;br /&gt;bahawa dari peta biasa bangsa kecil juga bermaruah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ia adalah malam dan siang fikiran;&lt;br /&gt;sejuk dan panas perasaan;&lt;br /&gt;jernih dan keruh pertanyaan;&lt;br /&gt;ia denyut hatinurani yang&lt;br /&gt;sentiasa dewasa dan waja&lt;br /&gt;oleh pelbagai prasangka.Betapapun&lt;br /&gt;pencapaian kita dalam serba&lt;br /&gt;ragu dan bangga,kini dalam&lt;br /&gt;kembar bersambut dalam damai&lt;br /&gt;dan syukur dari bumi sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dan ia akan sentiasa serasa&lt;br /&gt;dengan hujan dan angin,dan&lt;br /&gt;sentiasa serasi dengan sinar mentari&lt;br /&gt;mencari lidah dan telinga yang setia&lt;br /&gt;membisikkan hasrat bangsa&lt;br /&gt;yang pernah terjajah,&lt;br /&gt;yang kini merdeka, dan ingin terus bahagia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the Towers&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://rainingheaven.blogspot.com/2004/12/datuk-samad-said.html"&gt;Datuk A Samad Said &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here a thousand racehorses once spurred,&lt;br /&gt;amidst thunderous applause, cheerful and despairing,&lt;br /&gt;masking men's myriad manners.&lt;br /&gt;Here forest winds once rustled,&lt;br /&gt;whispering whimpers of freed animals.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of history hidden and of wondrous encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the rainbow's embrace,&lt;br /&gt;in restless unsettled era,&lt;br /&gt;now stands sublime&lt;br /&gt;the nation's summit&lt;br /&gt;the Twin Towers blossoms of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver scales shining merrily,&lt;br /&gt;glass slabs glittering brightly,&lt;br /&gt;fresh leaves, ripe fruits,&lt;br /&gt;unrestrained branches…&lt;br /&gt;such is the story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in its grounds, children, free-footed&lt;br /&gt;listen to water splashing amidst laughter,&lt;br /&gt;witness the greeting of close friends,&lt;br /&gt;watch the world whispering by and&lt;br /&gt;revere the blessing of holy prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, footsteps from LRT, droning from cars&lt;br /&gt;now enliven your building,&lt;br /&gt;expressing the people's aspiration,&lt;br /&gt;shouts and whispers twilxt garden and lake&lt;br /&gt;alongside the lovely beautiful mosque.&lt;br /&gt;This nation needs a countenance&lt;br /&gt;in these changing times;&lt;br /&gt;it needs to speak from forest tongues…of shy whispers;&lt;br /&gt;to city tongues of confident shouts.&lt;br /&gt;This nation needs to speak for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;It is the voice of children playing water,&lt;br /&gt;smiling into the hearts of families;&lt;br /&gt;it echoes the rhythm of industries&lt;br /&gt;in its courteous speeches;&lt;br /&gt;it is the peak of time, it is the silence of souls,&lt;br /&gt;it pulsates proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world which was once a jungle&lt;br /&gt;but is now a city of brave voices&lt;br /&gt;speaking the hopes and dreams of nation…&lt;br /&gt;affirming freedom and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;We look at scales and windows&lt;br /&gt;blinking and towering, we are amazed,&lt;br /&gt;and awed.&lt;br /&gt;The Twin Towers issue forth the nation's character,&lt;br /&gt;inspiring the leader who thought, planned and made&lt;br /&gt;it all possible.&lt;br /&gt;It is a monument,&lt;br /&gt;which will have its own history and voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a silver ascending tower&lt;br /&gt;soaring and shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;towards the sky, whispering the nation's resolve and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Awakening from history's slumber,&lt;br /&gt;astute and active, embraced healthily&lt;br /&gt;by the sun's ray, matured and wise, the smiles&lt;br /&gt;of a nation that dares to dream and&lt;br /&gt;that dream now a towering, shining reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes a flag billowing mightily&lt;br /&gt;in our grateful hearts.&lt;br /&gt;It becomes a voice yearning for respect&lt;br /&gt;in our sincere hopes.&lt;br /&gt;It is the epitome of our pure dreams,&lt;br /&gt;winking from afar, glittering from a near..&lt;br /&gt;it states the determined achievement of the nation&lt;br /&gt;which braved the world's turmoil&lt;br /&gt;on its own efforts.&lt;br /&gt;It's for future generations,&lt;br /&gt;it's the yearning win pursuing and embracing this centennial history&lt;br /&gt;into the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vision of the leader wanting to dare the world,&lt;br /&gt;that from an ordinary map a tiny nation can still be dignified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is night and day thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;the clarity and turbidity of questions;&lt;br /&gt;the cold and heat of emotions;&lt;br /&gt;it is pulsating quintessential heart, which&lt;br /&gt;is ever matured and made steely&lt;br /&gt;by varied prejudices. No matter,&lt;br /&gt;our achievement with all its doubts and pride,now is&lt;br /&gt;twice proclaimed in peace and gratitude;&lt;br /&gt;it now stands&lt;br /&gt;and speaks from its own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will always be in tune&lt;br /&gt;with the rain and wind, and&lt;br /&gt;always be in accord with the&lt;br /&gt;rays of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;searching for loyal tongues and ears&lt;br /&gt;whispering the hopes of a nation&lt;br /&gt;which was once colonized,&lt;br /&gt;but it is now free and whishes&lt;br /&gt;to continue being blessed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-2837040479685125379?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beyonce - Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the single ladies (7x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up in the club, we just broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m doing my own little thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Decided to dip but now you wanna trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz another brother noticed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m up on him, he up on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont pay him any attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cried my tears, for three good years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya can’t be mad at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you liked it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got gloss on my lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a man on my hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got me tighter than my Dereon jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acting up, drink in my cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I couldn't care less what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need no permission, did I mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont pay him any attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz you had your turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now you gonna learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What it really feels like to miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t treat me to the things of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m not that kind of girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is a man that makes me, then takes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pull me into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say I’m the one you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don’t, you’ll be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And like a ghost I’ll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the single ladies (7x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-5972193098337630714?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(I'm feeling the taste of cheese while I'm writing this down) Price: RM 5.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270683892806744306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SSU7E0IeePI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6qcVl3gtvhs/s320/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Their plain naan is also just nice with just the right touch of fluff and texture. Price: RM 1.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270684049371997858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SSU7N7YipqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3wHih0-oXkM/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do ask for the dhal to go along with your naan and tandoori chicken. It will only be cook when it is ordered and it is served fresh and hot! Really bring up the aroma of the spices and taunting your taste bud! Price: RM 2.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270684226681071298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SSU7YP6UZsI/AAAAAAAAAII/_xYdsfHiXnc/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-7908621206519517694?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At first we're quite lost at what we're going to do that night after the boys had finish their itching playing snooker.. the girls even had a crash course from the boys on the a to z of the game..it turned out that sri had a hidden talent for it and fairus and nije showed us so many "moves" (hm, i can't remember.. did fairus actually got one leg up on the table?? hehe) on how to get the darn white ball hit the right targeted ball..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that night the fog was so thick tho it was only 22 degrees at that time..Everything was fine until Diyana and Azman got their dvd and.... 2 MIC! out! The girls went ballistic and the boys were ecstatic hehe That night, the resort witnessed the making of a highly energetic girl group with a very very wide range of vocal sounds (WE LOVE SPICE GIRLS!!) and supersonic laughter with the boys as their adoring fans and backup singers LOL but then, we were made to watch (bg can la pulak kat the boys) Apocalypto, a movie directed by Mel Gibson. and I can only watched with one eye opened as I simply cannot "adore" the scene where blood was like water and the sense of mercilessness as one kills the other with such joy.. huhu mental block bila dah abes tgk movie tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, actually Diyana asked me to plan another trip before end of this year and we're thinking of Cameron Highland!It's always fun to go there.. you got to eat strawberries, lepaking at the gorgeous Boh cafe,buying fresh veggies and fruits, adoring fresh flowers and breathing in the cool air.. So, I decided to share a few pics taken during my trip there last year.We departed from kl on friday after work and by the time we reach simpang pulai it was almost midnight and drizzling.. the road was dark and there were only my friend's and our car on the road.. I was behind the wheel and I felt like I'm driving into oblivion.. huhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257304182622948210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPWyTLlqi3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/nPdsM37_I-8/s320/DSC08859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If u ever arrived in cameron highland at night from simpang pulai..u'll be amazed by the sights awaiting u.. first it was so dark and suddenly there were like hundreds of lights as the above on your left and right which looks like it was hanging from nothing.. it did made me felt like i was in a Dreamland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPW0os8RcyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aHaf4TPZ5WE/s1600-h/P1020967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257306751376651042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPW0os8RcyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aHaf4TPZ5WE/s320/P1020967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would like to stay in this quaint and pretty "The Smokehouse" (if i am ever able to afford it) for my next visit! It's simply postcard perfect! They even put up a signboard reading this "Please enjoy our award winning gardens,take a picture,bring home some lovely memories...but please do not pick the flowers or step on them.Do not leave anything behind except your footprints.Thanks the Almighty for all things beautiful!Be happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257308091015029490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPW12re84vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gx4rBsK-53o/s320/P1020976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry Ilzam, I simply cant resist to put up this pic as the landscape is just so beautiful!Now who wouldn't be happy when they have a picturesque garden like this outside of their house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257327826730712930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPXHzcwPf2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_9h_td4GVVk/s320/Cactus+and+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your eyes feasted on colourful,pretty flowers and unique cactus they have in Cameron Highland.u also get to buy dried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergamot_orange"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bergamot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; which originated from Calabria,Italy and it tastes pretty ok despite of the dried shrivel look.. And don't forget to stock up on those fresh veggies and baby greens.. u can get 16 packets for variety of veggies for only RM10!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257342173181464194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXEJaNEYql8/SPXU2hcpToI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ys_KL6eiUEA/s320/Delicious+Foods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Visit to Cameron Highland won't be complete if you don't go to any tea plantation or strawberry picking farm!Just look at those strawberries with whipped cream!!I'm drooling!! And I love to lepak2 at the Boh cafe where this is the place i termed as eat with a view!Very nice and scenic indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sooooooo looking forward to the next trip!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-6271139422525266244?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I instantly fell in love with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It May Not Always Be So&lt;br /&gt;Edward Estlin Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it may not always be so; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should touch another's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as mine in time not far away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if this should be, i say if this should be --you of my heart, send me a little word;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i may go unto him, and take his hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saying, Accept all happiness from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then shall i turn my face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maggie And Milly And Molly And May&lt;br /&gt;Edward Estlin Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maggie and milly and molly and may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went down to the beach (to play one day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she couldn’t remember her troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and milly befriended a stranded star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whose rays five languid fingers were;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and molly was chased by a horrible thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it’s always ourselves we find in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elizabeth Bishop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;&lt;br /&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is not disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day.&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names,&lt;br /&gt;and where it was you meant to travel.&lt;br /&gt;None of these will bring disaster.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother's watch.&lt;br /&gt;And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved homes went.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones.&lt;br /&gt;And, vaster,some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gestureI love) I shan't have lied.&lt;br /&gt;It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master&lt;br /&gt;though it make look like (Write it!) a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;** I heard this too in the movie "In Her Shoes" where the good old professor teach Cameron Diaz how to read as she's dyslexic. This poem is very meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;br /&gt;Edward Estlin Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If freckles were lovely, and day was night,&lt;br /&gt;And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,&lt;br /&gt;Life would be delight,-But things couldn't go right&lt;br /&gt;For in such a sad plight&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be I.&lt;br /&gt;If earth was heaven, and now was hence,&lt;br /&gt;And past was present, and false was true,&lt;br /&gt;There might be some sense&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be in suspense&lt;br /&gt;For on such a pretense&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't be you.&lt;br /&gt;If fear was plucky, and globes were square,&lt;br /&gt;And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee&lt;br /&gt;Things would seem fair,-Yet they'd all despair,&lt;br /&gt;For if here was there&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be we. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." 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A heartfelt appreciations and gratitude to Ct's friends who had spent their time to take us on a road trip and even provide delicious food and lodging for us. It had then been my most memorable trip ever!(Well, mmg memorable sbb kami berusaha berfikir camne nak suh kapal terbang tuh tunggu ernie, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;and very memorable for me cos I had to drag 1 luggage full with my officeworks! huhuhu) We were taken to Sematan,Lundu which is a 2 hour drive from Kuching. We had bbq (yummy yummy), card games,beach night walk,tinting tournament (which ernie won btw), photo sessions and me trying to figure out how to use the portable printer I brought (geram je). In this time of stress with the never ending officeworks, going through these pictures help to remind me of my motto: WORK HARD and PLAY HARD! =) (Am feeling itchy to plan another memorable trip!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-7392312800713842719?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I loooove watching this video. That girl is soooooo cute! I want to pinch her cheek myself! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-2239898559923299167?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." Rose,the Golden Girls&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354830444189184864-3014779390855806428?l=fizabelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Never give up to be happy though you may hurt! It's life! Embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been the longest winter without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't know where to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go in, come in, thought I heard a knock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who's there? No one, thinking that I deserved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I realize that I really didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You didn't notice, you mean everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I know is, I'ma be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna smile 'cause I deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could I turn on the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Without something there to remind me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To just put aside your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I'm dreaming, don't wanna let, hurt my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But that's the path, I believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know that, time will heal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You didn't notice, you mean everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I know is, I'ma be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna smile 'cause I deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's time I let you go so I can be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how hard it is, I'll be fine without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna smile 'cause I deserve to, yes, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(It'll all get better in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And even though I really loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna smile 'cause I deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"My mother used to say: the older you get, the better you get - unless you're a banana." 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