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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Owl1I61niDtHhalQmrGDEVHbzrs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Owl1I61niDtHhalQmrGDEVHbzrs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Owl1I61niDtHhalQmrGDEVHbzrs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Owl1I61niDtHhalQmrGDEVHbzrs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At this moment, I totally have no mood to do anything. I'm starring the computer with  blank mind. My heart is so empty and I'm feels so lonely. I wish to talk to someone about my problems, but nobody is here for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is One person I can only turn to, which is my God. He knows everything in my heart. Many times when I'm hurt, frustrated, discourage, lonely. I will tell him everything. He is the One who sees all my problems. Many times I questioned Him and yet there is no answer. One day He will make me understand all His plans for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-6567947999383545096?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/_YwfwgltFO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/6567947999383545096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=6567947999383545096&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6567947999383545096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6567947999383545096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/_YwfwgltFO0/gods-will-for-me.html" title="God's will for me" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2012/01/gods-will-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECRno9fip7ImA9WhRVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-1559492598883292797</id><published>2011-12-31T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:54:27.466-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T18:54:27.466-08:00</app:edited><title>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQZgCTCq9m17rBR-NZpF5xcIOFo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQZgCTCq9m17rBR-NZpF5xcIOFo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQZgCTCq9m17rBR-NZpF5xcIOFo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQZgCTCq9m17rBR-NZpF5xcIOFo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This year has gone absolutely fast... Time goes by without waiting for anyone. Again today is the last day of 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me another year of life. There is no bed of roses in our life, so is mine. It has been a challenging year and I had been through a tough time – emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very frustrated, sad, lonely, depressed and discouraged with many things. The main thing is I felt very sad and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of this year as I was too desperate, I searched and found Couseling Centre.  &lt;br /&gt;I saw a counselor for 8 months and shared all my problem with her. She listened and advice me on what to do. I was happy that I found someone whom I could share my problems with. I was sad that we couldn’t continue our session as she has to future her studies. I do miss our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only happy for 4 months as I was offered a home base work (working at home). I was  busy with my work that I didn’t think much about problems. At the moment I did so well on my job. But for a reason, God took my job away. I felt really depressed that I kept asking God why He took my job away. But there was no answer and I had to accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have a loving family, yet I couldn’t share/talk to anyone of them. What I felt was emptiness inside my heart. Many times, I wished I could go out whenever I want yet I can’t, because I have to depend on other’s to help me. My family member can't take me out everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so disheartened that I nearly break down. There was no purpose in my life. Everyday I sat in my room and felt so lonely. I can't share my problems with any of my family members and I don’t have any friends whom I can talk with. I tried my best to be happy yet I can’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t face any excitement throughout the year. Everyday was the same daily routine and I felt so dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weekends, I would go out with my friends in the van. When we reached our destination, we had lunch together. I didn't have much topic to talk to my friends' After lunch I went shopping/window shopping by myself as I wanted to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In end of September, we were forced to move out from our rented house which we stay for 23 years. The owner has given us few months notice yet we can’t find a suitable apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the owner gave us one week notice to move out of the house. You cannot imagine how hectic it was it for our whole family. Last minute, with God’s grace He found a family who wanted to rent their apartment. My dad and sister went to see the place, my dad loves the apartment. Without much thought, we took the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives and friends came to help us to move our furniture and things. Less than a week we moved into our new apartment. After staying here for 3 months, I still missed my old house. I really feel sad upon leaving that house, but life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family love our new home, so do I . We knew God specially has choose this home for us because it’s big enough for our furniture and things. And all our wheelchairs’ can get into this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us around a month to settle down. I like this apartment because it’s more airy than our old house. I was glad that my room is big enough to put my computer. It has been my desire for a long time to have a computer in my room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my birthday in December my family took me out few days earlier for lunch to celebrate my birthday .  On my “special day”, It was just a usual day instead of “my special”. I sat in my room, in front of my computer the whole day. Again I felt the loneness and emptiness crept inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I faced in 2011. I can say it wasn’t a good year for me yet I thanked God for bring me through the whole year without breaking down. Instead He made me stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-1559492598883292797?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/F3kihzqY-jQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/1559492598883292797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=1559492598883292797&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1559492598883292797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1559492598883292797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/F3kihzqY-jQ/happy-new-year-2012.html" title="Happy New Year 2012" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFRnc5eip7ImA9WhRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-5872698185930308209</id><published>2011-11-14T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:18:37.922-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T06:18:37.922-08:00</app:edited><title>What is life???</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vMHg2hd-OW2Ovk1GRELeSyDXp44/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vMHg2hd-OW2Ovk1GRELeSyDXp44/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vMHg2hd-OW2Ovk1GRELeSyDXp44/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vMHg2hd-OW2Ovk1GRELeSyDXp44/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What I feel in my heart at this moment is emptiness. I have no friends whom I can trust to express my feelings. When I recalled my past, I was really happy with so many friends. Now everything seems to be gone. What is left - is always me alone. Even though I have a boyfriend, yet I feel the loneliness within me. Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing seem to be able to make me happy. What is there in life??? What I know are most people I know look down on me. It's due to my spasm which prevent me from improving. Instead of accepting my condition, they belittle me. This make me really dislike them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I experience now is loneliness... Dear God please take away this loneliness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-5872698185930308209?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/uTAbeqsd1gk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/5872698185930308209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=5872698185930308209&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/5872698185930308209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/5872698185930308209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/uTAbeqsd1gk/what-is-life.html" title="What is life???" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQXs4cSp7ImA9WhRTF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-866648739176688898</id><published>2011-10-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:18:00.539-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T05:18:00.539-08:00</app:edited><title>Loneliness</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyGsKYJtmXzaQX4P51t8u0kbDwc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyGsKYJtmXzaQX4P51t8u0kbDwc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyGsKYJtmXzaQX4P51t8u0kbDwc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyGsKYJtmXzaQX4P51t8u0kbDwc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for the past few months because I completely have no inspiration or mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost and I keep feeling depress everyday. I don't understand what is God's purpose in my life. I can't feel the happiness in my heart. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything yet I'm not happy. I'm sure what is happening to me. Dear God please help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-866648739176688898?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/v6YnkpgO-Bs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/866648739176688898/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=866648739176688898&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/866648739176688898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/866648739176688898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/v6YnkpgO-Bs/loneliness.html" title="Loneliness" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/10/loneliness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQng7cCp7ImA9WhdTF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-8930788132126627852</id><published>2011-07-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:51:23.608-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-15T22:51:23.608-07:00</app:edited><title>Swinging Mood</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZX83kP8jyR7HrQ9468UfyFV1rD0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZX83kP8jyR7HrQ9468UfyFV1rD0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZX83kP8jyR7HrQ9468UfyFV1rD0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZX83kP8jyR7HrQ9468UfyFV1rD0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don’t know why these days I have terrible swinging mood.  One day I can be in good mood, another day I can be frustrated or sad. I guess I’m like the sun and the rain. I find it very difficult to cope with these moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I want to think positive yet I can’t. The negative feeling will cover it. I heard it from someone that when we feel/think negative, we must cover it with positive thinking. It’s not easy though, but we must try our best to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can say it so simple, but it’s so hard to do it. I know it as I have tried before and I’m still trying my best to think positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-8930788132126627852?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/nOXucRFmLWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/8930788132126627852/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=8930788132126627852&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8930788132126627852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8930788132126627852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/nOXucRFmLWQ/swinging-mood.html" title="Swinging Mood" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/07/swinging-mood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICQ3kzeyp7ImA9WhZaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-6211573666044847317</id><published>2011-07-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:06:02.783-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-02T22:06:02.783-07:00</app:edited><title>A cooling sunday morning</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NXozoffwkP8i3UTB9T5vLNqa-7s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NXozoffwkP8i3UTB9T5vLNqa-7s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s a gloomy Sunday as it has been raining the whole morning. I’m really glad it rain.&lt;br /&gt;Because the weather has been very hot the past few days, it cooled down the temperature. At least it’s not that hot now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-6211573666044847317?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/fvkztivT6d8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/6211573666044847317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=6211573666044847317&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6211573666044847317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6211573666044847317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/fvkztivT6d8/cooling-sunday-morning.html" title="A cooling sunday morning" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooling-sunday-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQ3s5eSp7ImA9WhZaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-7787940337915795990</id><published>2011-06-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:20:02.521-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T04:20:02.521-07:00</app:edited><title>Whatever happen, we just have to accept it</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o0n8t5ept64E0Hz6cxS0QPxkfsE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o0n8t5ept64E0Hz6cxS0QPxkfsE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o0n8t5ept64E0Hz6cxS0QPxkfsE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o0n8t5ept64E0Hz6cxS0QPxkfsE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It has been few months since I last update my post. I have been busy with my home base job. My job is home base job - "Facebook Social Media Marketing". It was an interesting job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say working at home is completely different from working outside. It is like a coin with two sides. Working outside I can meet and mix with more people/friends, while working at home – is between me and the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, working at home is definitely much easily as physically I need help. So my family members can help me anytime. But mentally I can go crazy because I don’t have anyone to talk nor do I get the chance to go out and mix with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize it’s better to work outside than at home. If given me two choice, I prefer to work outside. But job oppotunitely don’t come so easy severely disabled. We have to grab it wherever it comes our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four months I have learn a lot of thing through my job. It was a good experience for me. I thank my boss for being patient in teaching me many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God give you something and then He suddenly takes it away, we have to accept it.  He knows everything ahead of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-7787940337915795990?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/AAiXhGGWUhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/7787940337915795990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=7787940337915795990&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7787940337915795990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7787940337915795990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/AAiXhGGWUhw/whatever-happen-we-just-have-to-accept.html" title="Whatever happen, we just have to accept it" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/06/whatever-happen-we-just-have-to-accept.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHRnY5cCp7ImA9Wx9bEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-7235468371500755563</id><published>2011-02-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:33:57.828-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T20:33:57.828-08:00</app:edited><title>Finally CNY is over!!!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OmDEfAOb9wR8ic2fvM2_Ce7SB0M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OmDEfAOb9wR8ic2fvM2_Ce7SB0M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OmDEfAOb9wR8ic2fvM2_Ce7SB0M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OmDEfAOb9wR8ic2fvM2_Ce7SB0M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn’t post up any post lately because I’ve been busy lately. Sunday is the only free time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe another 8 more days is the end of February. I’m so happy Chinese New Year is finally over. Yeah!!!!! The first day of New Year was the worst day as more than 20 over relatives ( uncle, cousins and their children) was in my house!  Can you believe that? It was like “pasar petang” in my house. As I’m not close to any of my cousins’, I went to my room and take a nab. I’m so glad the big occasion is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn’t look forward for Chinese New Year, anyhow I had a pleasant time during that 2 weeks. It was because I didn’t treat it as New Year occasion, butI just treat it as normal days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-7235468371500755563?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/jDoCGT7wpDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/7235468371500755563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=7235468371500755563&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7235468371500755563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7235468371500755563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/jDoCGT7wpDQ/finally-cny-is-over.html" title="Finally CNY is over!!!" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-cny-is-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QARn0zeSp7ImA9Wx9WFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-2364630803106224462</id><published>2011-01-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:29:07.381-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T21:29:07.381-08:00</app:edited><title>Misses all my children</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0jX3u91-M7vUILeBz9Vcw60xM2o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0jX3u91-M7vUILeBz9Vcw60xM2o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of my severe spasm which attacked me everyday and the pressure I have working with the severe young adults, I had to quit my job. You will not know how sad I was to leave my working place after five months there. I began to love and care for all the young adults because each individual are God’s special child.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when my dad wheeled me into my work place, most of the “children” would wish me Good morning. It's such warm feeling. I’m so happy to see their faces everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joblink Centre is a happy working place for all these young adults. It’s like a home for them where they meet each other everyday. Even though the centre is like a “pasar malam” yet you can feel very comfortable working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I resign from job, I missed all the “children” very much. I could still hear their voices and I could see their adorable, innocent and happy faces in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me something good but after five months He took it away.  I really cannot understand why. He took me into the world of mentally challenge disabled people and He took me out again. It’s a good experience and challenge working with them. I didn’t want to leave, but the pressure was over my limit. That was why I had to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thank you for this short term experience and challenge you gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-2364630803106224462?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/fHaOA4Smkzc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/2364630803106224462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=2364630803106224462&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/2364630803106224462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/2364630803106224462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/fHaOA4Smkzc/misses-all-my-children.html" title="Misses all my children" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/01/misses-all-my-children.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CRXo6fip7ImA9Wx9XEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-752046155525827689</id><published>2011-01-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T04:59:24.416-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T04:59:24.416-08:00</app:edited><title>Changes for 2011</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkfcXNUqfWAxg1I2pag4nS0ii0Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkfcXNUqfWAxg1I2pag4nS0ii0Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkfcXNUqfWAxg1I2pag4nS0ii0Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkfcXNUqfWAxg1I2pag4nS0ii0Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today is the fourth day of New Year. I will try to change my view in life - that is trying my best to see life more positively. My whole life has been a struggle, so i will try to see the achievement that I have achieve all these years. And try to see my present situation more positiely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-752046155525827689?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/V8acjY34cAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/752046155525827689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=752046155525827689&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/752046155525827689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/752046155525827689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/V8acjY34cAc/changes-for-2011.html" title="Changes for 2011" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2011/01/changes-for-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQXc_fip7ImA9Wx9QGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-4849351983331546592</id><published>2010-12-31T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:20:30.946-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-01T20:20:30.946-08:00</app:edited><title>Goodbye 2010</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZyYQSBWXrlzbBc6yw4HZbZm68o8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZyYQSBWXrlzbBc6yw4HZbZm68o8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZyYQSBWXrlzbBc6yw4HZbZm68o8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZyYQSBWXrlzbBc6yw4HZbZm68o8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;365 days has just gone by in an eclipse of an eye. Before we knew it, it the last day of 2010. I thank God this year has passed by so fast because I can say this is not a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February –March, I had a taste of Independent Living for one month in Kepong, Kuala Lumpur. Even though I faced a tough time there, but I felt good as I had small room to myself and good and caring disabled friends who helped me in many ways. I tried my best to fight and not o give up, but my body was too tired and gave way. Because I had a doctor appointment, I came back and I told myself I will go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I overstrained myself in Kuala Lumpur and also due to the new medication the doctor gave me, I was terribly sick for one and a half month. I couldn’t move my limbs neigher could I lifted up my head. My neck was so soft that my parents’ had to tie my head to head rest. It was the most frustrating and depressing time I ever felt. My spasm attacked me every night without fail and I couldn’t sleep. My parents struggled with me. No one knew the terrible time I had gone through except God. Slowly, I recovered. I thank God for helping me to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faced another disappointment. In May there was a Boccia tournament in Kuala Lumpur. Because I was sick and couldn’t go for training, I had to let go one tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of going back to Kuala Lumpur, but my parents’ wouldn’t allow me as they were afraid I would overstrain myself again. That was the end of my Kuala Lumpur life. No one would never know how much I missed my life there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would surely be wondering why I never write about my friends lately. It was because we had some problems and I got hurt in many ways. I had offended one of my friends’ feelings and she got terribly mad at me. Because of that some other problems arise between me and my other friends. I was mad and was deeply hurt that I couldn’t bring myself to talk to them. I never realize this would happen after 30 years of friendship. Until today, the hurt is still with me. No one would understand my feelings except God. I wonder will we be able to talk again like before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some bright side of my life. In August God gave me a job in Joblink Centre (a shelter workshop). There are altogether nearly 50 mentally challenge young adults. In the beginning I wasn’t keen to take up the job as I have no experience about mentally challenge disabled. But I told my boss I would give it a try. After working with them for few weeks, I felt they are very loveable, happy and very discipline young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My position is a supervisor taking care and working together with a group of them consists of five to six of them. All the work are sub-contract work from factory/companies. It’s not an easy job because I have to control, push, scold and shout at them to do their job. It’s interesting to know each of their character and attitude. It wasn’t easy to work as my spasm attacked me quite often, but I thank God I manage it through everyday. I’m happy my work give me the chance to meet more people and see the life of the mentally challenge disabled friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy my Japan story was published in Challenges Magazine in September issue. I was also happy me and my family get to watch Air Supply live concert in PISA, Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November , I went to Melacca for Paralimpiad (boccia tournement). We stayed in University Teknologi Malaysia for a week. I didn't play that good as my body wasn't feeling well and my spasm attacked. So, what I got was only bronze medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I could see that 2010 wasn’t a good year for me. Other than my work, I’m always alone in my computer room listening to music. Even though there are some peace but the loneliness was within me. Sometime I kept thinking and thinking, mostly are negative thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is my family and my boyfriend is there for me. I’m so relief that T.L. is with me in time of my trouble, advising, comfort and encouraged me to think positive. I really thank God for them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to make any new resolution for 2011, but will try to think positive and accept one day at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post for this year. I enjoy writing and thank you for reading my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-4849351983331546592?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/lhg1D7qfgMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/4849351983331546592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=4849351983331546592&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4849351983331546592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4849351983331546592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/lhg1D7qfgMM/goodbye-2010.html" title="Goodbye 2010" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQ3Y-eip7ImA9Wx9QEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-1562657534164959091</id><published>2010-12-22T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:01:42.852-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T06:01:42.852-08:00</app:edited><title>Comment</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPjFaGp7pt2pAHusfltoPbhknSw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JPjFaGp7pt2pAHusfltoPbhknSw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear Readers, Thank you for following my life story. I'm sorry that I share so much of my sad stories all these while because that is what I have gone through. And it's my true feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like it if you give me more comments so that I can know you are following my stories. And also give me some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-1562657534164959091?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/eYMmV6hsHW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/1562657534164959091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=1562657534164959091&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1562657534164959091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1562657534164959091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/eYMmV6hsHW0/dear-readers-thank-you-for-following-my.html" title="Comment" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-readers-thank-you-for-following-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFSHk4eyp7ImA9Wx9RGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-7433454744285957203</id><published>2010-12-17T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:35:19.733-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-21T06:35:19.733-08:00</app:edited><title>My special day</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h3xAVbx1OSGcyLSJP-5W0QyTpy8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h3xAVbx1OSGcyLSJP-5W0QyTpy8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC6Bp2lenI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_MG7UACFLR4/s1600/P1000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553142878125259378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC6Bp2lenI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_MG7UACFLR4/s320/P1000477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nieces Cherylene, Sherine and sister Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC5Qzag4QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qg5Vmk6DqKc/s1600/P1000471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553142038878281986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC5Qzag4QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qg5Vmk6DqKc/s320/P1000471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC4ao_pDOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/gXsv3le6l3g/s1600/P1000470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553141108368280802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC4ao_pDOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/gXsv3le6l3g/s320/P1000470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and small little cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday 10th December was my special day, but it was like a normal day. I wasn’t that happy this year because I didn’t celebrate any of my friends’. Earlier on Sunday, my boyfriend took me out to celebrate with me. He gave me a simple gift that was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday 8 December, my family took me to lunch at Little Cottage (outside our house). Since it was a weekday, there was no buffet so we had 5 course set lunch. It was good to birthdays’ gathering. On my real day, Janice bought me some cakes and my family sang birthday song. At night there was a Christmas party in my centre. At least I could say I was happy that few hours dancing with my wheelchair and enjoyed the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wasn’t happy on my birthday was every year I have my good friends to celebrate with. But this year is completely different, I didn’t celebrate with any of them due to some problems arise months ago. Some of my family members and friends send me birthday messages. So my birthday was just a usual working day without any of the staff knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this birthday was nothing special. I thank God for one thing that He gave me another birthday this year. And I thank Him for giving me family who love and celebrate my birthday every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-7433454744285957203?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/PZomVt94EhI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/7433454744285957203/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=7433454744285957203&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7433454744285957203?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7433454744285957203?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/PZomVt94EhI/my-nieces-cherylene-sherine-and-sister.html" title="My special day" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TRC6Bp2lenI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_MG7UACFLR4/s72-c/P1000477.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-nieces-cherylene-sherine-and-sister.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFSHcycCp7ImA9Wx9REU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-5181043332976639388</id><published>2010-12-11T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:41:59.998-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-11T22:41:59.998-08:00</app:edited><title>Paralimpiad in Melacca -2010</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3q-ydtGCA_bV_eqsaD4kt69CXY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3q-ydtGCA_bV_eqsaD4kt69CXY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQRBxeX_BYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8MEhr22lvdg/s1600/P1000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549632959050352002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQRBxeX_BYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8MEhr22lvdg/s320/P1000465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 3rd medal since 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ_9UZSv4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/pbBqFaP16fM/s1600/P1000459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549630963506659202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ_9UZSv4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/pbBqFaP16fM/s320/P1000459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang Team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ-JJx9pfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wb4XEUPl7_Y/s1600/P1000453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549628967792518642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ-JJx9pfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wb4XEUPl7_Y/s320/P1000453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only 3rd place -bronze medal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ8rbI7wCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tmXm1-nzKE8/s1600/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627357544562722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ8rbI7wCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tmXm1-nzKE8/s320/P1000450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Medal giving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ7k8wKTnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HeSL14Gs8FI/s1600/P1000437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549626146796752498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQQ7k8wKTnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HeSL14Gs8FI/s320/P1000437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and another opponent (and friend) Arasu from Perak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQNbl1BV4kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Mvo6CjrDEtQ/s1600/P1000397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549379871296578114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQNbl1BV4kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Mvo6CjrDEtQ/s320/P1000397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my opponent from Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year Paralimpiad Malaysia was held in Melaka from 19-26 November 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Penang Boccia Team consists of five members. It took 8 hours drive by van to reach Melaka. All the wheelchairs' athetic stayed in University Teknologi Malaysia (Bandaraya Melaka). The rest of atletic who can walk stayed in the same University but in another place one and half hour drive from the University we stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The University we stayed in was apartment style with three rooms. We stayed on the 4th floor. My mum and I together with another friend and her maid took the master room with toilet/bathroom inside our room. It was really comfortable place compare to the previous University we stayed in 2 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our game started from 22-24 November, There were five states competing -Selangor, Wilayah Persekutuan, Johor, Perak and Penang. On the fews day of our tournement we had to wake up at 4am as we had to take turns to bath and toileting. It takes time for us to get ready. Breakfast was at 5.45am. We had to wait for the Rapid Bus by 7am. Because we had to reach the Stadium by 8am, there were two police man escorting our two buses to the Stadium. We reached there around half and hour, if not it would take us a longer time to reach the Stadium due to the traffic jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was very hectic on the first two days of our tournement as there were many groups competing among each other. My game was only on the first day as I only challenge with Perak and Selangor. On the third day was the final game and the presentation was in the afternoon. I felt slightly disappointed as I only got bronze this year. I tried my best to play well, but it wasn't good enough. I had my spasm (muscle pull) on my competition day that's why I couldn't play well. Overall, Selangor was the the winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I played my best, but what I got was the last place. I will never give up playing Boccia. I will my best try to get into international. That's what I'm looking forward to play with other contries. God please give me this chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-5181043332976639388?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/hYwd1g6cQcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/5181043332976639388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=5181043332976639388&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/5181043332976639388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/5181043332976639388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/hYwd1g6cQcY/my-3rd-medal-since-2006-penang-team.html" title="Paralimpiad in Melacca -2010" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TQRBxeX_BYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8MEhr22lvdg/s72-c/P1000465.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-3rd-medal-since-2006-penang-team.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFRngzfip7ImA9Wx9TEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-4049795536530841625</id><published>2010-11-17T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:56:57.686-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-17T20:56:57.686-08:00</app:edited><title>My first ever life concert with Air Supply</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o8ycOsysG0J5fh9naxYyIqOaZ8k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o8ycOsysG0J5fh9naxYyIqOaZ8k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOSuApALVlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/17YJAKqSPeE/s1600/P1000381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540744767602382418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOSuApALVlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/17YJAKqSPeE/s320/P1000381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside PISA main entrence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOSruamJ5tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5kL8waB1du4/s1600/P1000379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540742255474239186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOSruamJ5tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5kL8waB1du4/s320/P1000379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Air Supply banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPnlPBh4rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LzBeuP3rTIs/s1600/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540526593469964978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPnlPBh4rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LzBeuP3rTIs/s320/P1000378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together with Deahnis &amp;amp; Jeahnis Wong family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPk2MRPdcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QU6AzhO5p2A/s1600/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540523586253452738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPk2MRPdcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QU6AzhO5p2A/s320/P1000365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPh-h6KpoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0mTbOySdZmY/s1600/P1000364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540520430966318722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPh-h6KpoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0mTbOySdZmY/s320/P1000364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Penang International Sport Arena (PISA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16 November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPdpO71zxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/U9GGVXjL6I4/s1600/P1000357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540515667049303826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOPdpO71zxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/U9GGVXjL6I4/s320/P1000357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeahnis Ng co-organizer of Star Planet handing over the tickets &lt;/div&gt;10 November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-4049795536530841625?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/MpaDIdz60ZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/4049795536530841625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=4049795536530841625&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4049795536530841625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4049795536530841625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/MpaDIdz60ZE/my-first-ever-life-concert.html" title="My first ever life concert with Air Supply" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TOSuApALVlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/17YJAKqSPeE/s72-c/P1000381.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-ever-life-concert.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMSXw9eip7ImA9Wx5aGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-7697827082395814479</id><published>2010-11-14T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T05:11:28.262-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-15T05:11:28.262-08:00</app:edited><title>DNA,I love you both</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PQSciTSGHaf5tV32Q8pewluGmpo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PQSciTSGHaf5tV32Q8pewluGmpo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TN_vXhTA02I/AAAAAAAAAcw/u1Qw3LCrSsc/s1600/Anne%2Bn%2BDon%2Bwedding-Assumtion%2Bchurch%2BKL-18-9-2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409254043145058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TN_vXhTA02I/AAAAAAAAAcw/u1Qw3LCrSsc/s320/Anne%2Bn%2BDon%2Bwedding-Assumtion%2Bchurch%2BKL-18-9-2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anne Anantom and Don marriage in Assumption Church Kuala Lumpur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 September 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really happy that i attended my good friend, Anne Anantom wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite objections from my parents, yet I managed to attend her wedding. My mum and I went to Kuala Lumpur by Air Asia. We spent few days at my uncle's house, he brought us here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He drove us to the Church of Assumption where Anne and Don wedding were held. Later, Anne's friend, Paul gave us a lift to their reception for lunch in Bukit Jalil Resort. It was my first time at the resort. When we entered into the Ballroom, I was so amazed that it was such a beautiful place.When the lunch ended, Esther (Anne's aunt) dropped us back at my uncle's house. I never know Esther was such a kind hearted person until the wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt happy as I went until Kuala Lumpur to attend my friend wedding. It wasn't easy, but managed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anne and Don, may our good God be with you both in your entire marrige life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for your friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-7697827082395814479?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/mD6Tk5TpM8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/7697827082395814479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=7697827082395814479&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7697827082395814479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7697827082395814479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/mD6Tk5TpM8c/anne-anantom-and-don-marriage-in-church.html" title="DNA,I love you both" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TN_vXhTA02I/AAAAAAAAAcw/u1Qw3LCrSsc/s72-c/Anne%2Bn%2BDon%2Bwedding-Assumtion%2Bchurch%2BKL-18-9-2010.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/11/anne-anantom-and-don-marriage-in-church.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DQ30-cCp7ImA9Wx5bEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-6848465892634215177</id><published>2010-10-25T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:37:52.358-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T06:37:52.358-07:00</app:edited><title>Happy birthday dearest mum</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2i2UXnHsH8eSWD_p8d75JaSY9a8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2i2UXnHsH8eSWD_p8d75JaSY9a8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMV5COVeERI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h9R3cSAI_Q0/s1600/P1000270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531960796409368850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMV5COVeERI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h9R3cSAI_Q0/s320/P1000270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMV4GdQ2J9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qxn8UYvPNmU/s1600/P1000266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531959769624356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMV4GdQ2J9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qxn8UYvPNmU/s320/P1000266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family photo - 16/9/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 17 September 2010, was my dear mum 74 birthday. Since we couldn't celebrate on her real birthday due to our busy schedule, we celebrated a day earlier. Julie (my youngest sister) shared to buy her a birthday cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier that weekend (Sunday) Janice (my eldest sister) and her family took our family mum for  for a luncheon at Little Cottage. It's just 5 minutes walk from our house, so all of us walked there. My niece (Sherine) wheeled me, while my brother in-law (Denis) wheeled Julie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was specially happy because we had western food. The restaurant was full that afternoon, luckily there was a table at the corner for us. There was buffet that Sunday, some of us had buffet. The kids, Janice and myself ordered our own food. Because we ordered 3 plates, we shared among ourselves. It was a nice family gathering to celebrate mum's birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-6848465892634215177?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/I9wIdTvXUF0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/6848465892634215177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=6848465892634215177&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6848465892634215177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6848465892634215177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/I9wIdTvXUF0/family-photo-1692010-on-17-september.html" title="Happy birthday dearest mum" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMV5COVeERI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h9R3cSAI_Q0/s72-c/P1000270.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-photo-1692010-on-17-september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMSXkzeyp7ImA9Wx5bEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-1709986202043560390</id><published>2010-10-17T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:09:48.783-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T23:09:48.783-07:00</app:edited><title>Julie's special day</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kgMq5-3zMoNtNfIiBOrOp5pq9jI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kgMq5-3zMoNtNfIiBOrOp5pq9jI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMZvo7tj2lI/AAAAAAAAAco/Gt4tNLRsWzE/s1600/julie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532231941285468754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMZvo7tj2lI/AAAAAAAAAco/Gt4tNLRsWzE/s320/julie+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMZdcKGY71I/AAAAAAAAAcY/b0WQHulEpFo/s1600/family+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532211930600107858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMZdcKGY71I/AAAAAAAAAcY/b0WQHulEpFo/s320/family+pic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie 34 birthday - 29/7/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMWLHkq05WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gL5oQ2s5pYo/s1600/dinner+secret+receipt+gurney+plaza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531980679513171298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMWLHkq05WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gL5oQ2s5pYo/s320/dinner+secret+receipt+gurney+plaza.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at Secret Receipt in Gurney Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Julie's birthday on 29 July 2010. She was so so happy even before her bithday arrive. On her birthday, we took her to Gurney Plaza for dinner and we had western food in Secret Receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went shopping and took her to Artist Gallery (CD shop) where she was keen to see her favour CD, but sad to say, the CD she wanted didn't have in the shop. She was slightly disappointed, but she accepted it. Anyhow, she was very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-1709986202043560390?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/Ol507xERn9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/1709986202043560390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=1709986202043560390&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1709986202043560390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/1709986202043560390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/Ol507xERn9k/julie-with-her-cake-dinner-at-secret.html" title="Julie's special day" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TMZvo7tj2lI/AAAAAAAAAco/Gt4tNLRsWzE/s72-c/julie+2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/10/julie-with-her-cake-dinner-at-secret.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHSX4-fip7ImA9Wx5XEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-8506229900425144878</id><published>2010-09-12T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T05:37:18.056-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-12T05:37:18.056-07:00</app:edited><title>Goodbye Fr. Mashall</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tu2jHf7CGD1XUgghJVi5t_K_uQc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tu2jHf7CGD1XUgghJVi5t_K_uQc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can’t imagine I will be saying goodbye to a very good friend soon. He is our Parish Priest, Fr. Mashall Fernandez of four years. He is a very good priest as he is humble and kind hearted. He is the only priest who gets close with the disabled friends in our church. He is the only person who treated me like a woman (instead of a child/girl) like most people treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to him wherever I have any problems and he would listen to me patiently. He encourages me to follow my heart and never to give up in life. That is the most encouraging words I ever have from a person. It touches my heart as no one has ever    encourages me before like Fr. Mashall. Ever though I failed many times, he continues to support me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come in and out from my life. But for Fr. Mashall, he will surely stay in my heart. It really saddens me to see him leave, as I don’t have anyone to share my problem with. But my dear God have to take him to another church in Alor Setar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fr. For caring for me these four years and see me as a woman, treated me as an adult and especially be a good friend to me. May our good God continue to bless and guide you wherever HE wants you to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-8506229900425144878?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/Amim5dXDkis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/8506229900425144878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=8506229900425144878&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8506229900425144878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8506229900425144878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/Amim5dXDkis/goodbye-fr-mashall.html" title="Goodbye Fr. Mashall" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-fr-mashall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRXY9fyp7ImA9Wx5SFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-6706039469433100199</id><published>2010-08-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:08:14.867-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-10T03:08:14.867-07:00</app:edited><title>My first experience in Rapid Bus</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6kpX6jOyvNLbuGwrz77b_Z0z2Oo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6kpX6jOyvNLbuGwrz77b_Z0z2Oo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On 17th July 2010, we had our 1st boccia training in Spastic Centre, two months after the tournament which held Kuala Lumpur in May. We started our training from 9.30am until 12pm. Because my parents took me Julie (my youngest sister) for exercises earlier and we home around 10.30am. I had to find my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn’t want to take my usual cab which charged me RM12 per trip, I asked Joyce, my coach who could drop me home. But there was no one heading the direction to my home, Pit Chong, a volunteer (who is helping in Boccia) was willing to take me on the rapid bus and company me home. I was relief there was someone to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our training around 12pm, because there was a heavy traffic on the main road and the bus stop was across the road. Two staffs were kind enough to stop the traffic for Pit Chong to wheel me across. In the middle of the road there was a divider, Pit Chong and another staff had to carry me over and he wheeled me very fast as the cars keep rushing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the bus stop, there were few school boys waiting the bus too. We waited for nearly half an hour before it arrived. When the bus came, the door opened. The driver saw us and came to assistants us, he opened the ramp (from inside and place onto the ground). Though the ramp is not steep, it must take a person who good in handling a wheelchair to pushed me up the bus. If not I will surely fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there was an incident when the bus assistant wanted to push a man in the wheelchair up the ramp, but the bus assistant didn’t see there was a small hole in front. So he pushed the man quite fast, but the man toppled down, luckily his body was strong enough to support himself. Luckily nothing happened to the disabled man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Pit Chong wheeled me up into the bus. There is only one place for a wheelchair user. He turned me round facing the back people and tied a seat bell round my waist. I saw Pit Chong went to pay the bus driver. For disabled they charged RM1.00 and able body RM2.00 or more. Since I couldn’t face the front, I heard there was a lot of noise in front and the back seats were full with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bus driver stopped at many places for passengers to get down. He went round the town before coming to Pulau Tikus where I stay. Most of them were Malay passengers’ who went down in Komtar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a bell at every side of every seat. It’s convenient for passengers to press and stop at their destination. I couldn’t see much of where the bus was heading because I had to close my eyes as I had headache. It was uncomfortable sitting facing the back . I couldn’t wait to get down at the Adventist Hospital bus stop as it was outside my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the bus stopped in front of Adventist Hospital, Pit Chong wheeled me down the ramp. He wheeled me all the way to my house which took around 20 minutes walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was interesting as I went round the town for just only RM1.00. This is a very new experience for me as my first time in the Rapid Bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-6706039469433100199?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/XfX62S6D2Aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/6706039469433100199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=6706039469433100199&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6706039469433100199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6706039469433100199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/XfX62S6D2Aw/first-experience-in-rapid-bus.html" title="My first experience in Rapid Bus" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-experience-in-rapid-bus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCRHg8eSp7ImA9WxFaEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-6690370444453978353</id><published>2010-07-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:04:25.671-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T23:04:25.671-07:00</app:edited><title>Unforgettable</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3eHXpGaByWhW79DPRDF7g1JVhx0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3eHXpGaByWhW79DPRDF7g1JVhx0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3eHXpGaByWhW79DPRDF7g1JVhx0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3eHXpGaByWhW79DPRDF7g1JVhx0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a year and two months since I went to Lourdes in France. The memory is still so fresh in my mind. It was a great experience from the time I stepped into the Penang International Airport until the time I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t imagine that I went to Lourdes, such a long trip, yet God made my dream to France came true. No one could felt the peace that I felt when I was there. It was just wonderful as I had witness so many things when I was in the Holy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I will be able to go to Lourdes again, if it’s God’s will. It’s a wonderful and peaceful place that most Catholics’ wants to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-6690370444453978353?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/26VCixLGf_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/6690370444453978353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=6690370444453978353&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6690370444453978353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/6690370444453978353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/26VCixLGf_0/unforgettable.html" title="Unforgettable" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/07/unforgettable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AERHs6fip7ImA9WxFbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-8931949063804924767</id><published>2010-07-03T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:55:05.516-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T22:55:05.516-07:00</app:edited><title>My destiny</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlzkP2wFxI9lbAIE9JDlGZkHGug/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlzkP2wFxI9lbAIE9JDlGZkHGug/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlzkP2wFxI9lbAIE9JDlGZkHGug/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlzkP2wFxI9lbAIE9JDlGZkHGug/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since last week I told my family that I wanted to go back to KL, they started discouraging me. They keep telling me everything is provided for me at home. They don’t understand that I want a challenging life instead of sitting at home I tried very hard to explain to my mum that I’m thinking of my future. I even wrote to them a list how life is between Penang and KL yet they treated it as nothing. I felt sad that they are not willing to respect my decision and understand my feeling. I know they care for me and don’t want me to go through hard time in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want continue fighting for it, but I’m tired of telling my parents who are against my decision. I guess I have to give up my dream and stay in Penang. Is it not God’s will for my dream to come true? Why did He opened the door twice and then closed back again? Maybe He has other plan for me? I really can’t understand it. I believe He wanted me to taste the hardship, but I could stand only my parents can’t bear seeing me living in difficult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad that I was in Kepong centre for only a month. I wish I could stay there longer and get to know my friends' deeper. The one that will keep me back from going back to KL is my boyfriend. We have been together nearly five years, I don’t want to lose him just because I intend to go back KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is my “boss” and I cannot go against His will. My destiny is to stay in Penang. I have to accept His will for me . Even though I’m not happy here yet I cannot do anything. I have to take one day at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-8931949063804924767?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/ZJ7JihrD0zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/8931949063804924767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=8931949063804924767&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8931949063804924767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/8931949063804924767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/ZJ7JihrD0zg/my-destiny.html" title="My destiny" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-destiny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARH4_eyp7ImA9WxFaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-7241185715821062366</id><published>2010-06-28T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T07:20:45.043-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T07:20:45.043-07:00</app:edited><title>Angel pattern</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqP5Nr8zjdU8bhtPwHSxTEv64wE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqP5Nr8zjdU8bhtPwHSxTEv64wE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqP5Nr8zjdU8bhtPwHSxTEv64wE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqP5Nr8zjdU8bhtPwHSxTEv64wE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TEr1MNSr4qI/AAAAAAAAAag/3DbkLmP2WWc/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497475885234381474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TEr1MNSr4qI/AAAAAAAAAag/3DbkLmP2WWc/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TErzoLUAZtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/O3SHxeFTTlE/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m happy that I had finished two of my bookmarks cross-stitch. It took me more than two weeks to finish a pattern. I couldn’t wait to finished it and see the outcome of it. It’s a pattern of a little angle. I was happy when I see it. Now I’m doing the third pattern which is flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-7241185715821062366?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/0-AXTrs_z0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/7241185715821062366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=7241185715821062366&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7241185715821062366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/7241185715821062366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/0-AXTrs_z0k/pattern-of-angle.html" title="Angel pattern" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBi5GSuTWtk/TEr1MNSr4qI/AAAAAAAAAag/3DbkLmP2WWc/s72-c/9.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/06/pattern-of-angle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFR3ozfSp7ImA9WxFUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-4079198123427351531</id><published>2010-06-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:26:56.485-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T21:26:56.485-07:00</app:edited><title>Remember me this way</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npNG1BitjFqX-Kq0xrOKf5Dyx8E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npNG1BitjFqX-Kq0xrOKf5Dyx8E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npNG1BitjFqX-Kq0xrOKf5Dyx8E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npNG1BitjFqX-Kq0xrOKf5Dyx8E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find a special friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who never let us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who understand it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaches out each time you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best friend that I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart of you will never ever go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a wish for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope it will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life would be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to such a gentle mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think back of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forevermore a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a wish for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope it will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That life would be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your gentle mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right behind your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a wish for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope it will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life would just be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to such a gentle mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you lose you way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think back of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate to my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14714101-4079198123427351531?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/BSxnuDIqN1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/4079198123427351531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=4079198123427351531&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4079198123427351531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/4079198123427351531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/BSxnuDIqN1Q/remember-me-this-way.html" title="Remember me this way" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-me-this-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGRH06fCp7ImA9WxFVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14714101.post-404840281060055920</id><published>2010-06-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:28:45.314-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-17T23:28:45.314-07:00</app:edited><title>My Fight</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DB5yzPG3gpSk2pGGFW7kzsvWqAA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DB5yzPG3gpSk2pGGFW7kzsvWqAA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everyday I occupied my time doing many things, yet when I’m sitting in front of my computer and listen to love songs. I feel my life is very empty and I’m sad. I feel lost as I don’t know where I’m heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tore between Penang and KL. I can feel my body is here, but spiritually I’m in KL. Everyday I’m thinking of the daily activities and I missed all my friends there. Why do struggle with this feeling everyday? I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m independent enough, I will take a cab to the airport. Take a flight back to KL and take a cab to my centre. This is my real feeling. Am I crazy thinking of this? I can’t imagine myself, as I had gone through so much difficulties yet I want to go back there. Am I stupid? There are many questions in my mind everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I wanted to go back to my Kepong centre is all my friends are very positive thinking and can get the freedom to do what we like. The things which are difficult to handle, they will think of ways to help us and give positive advice. Not like my family members and friends here, they are all very negative and discouraging. It’s not easy to change their mind unless I fight my way through, then I can get a positive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fight very hard to get my independence and freedom, if not I will only be trap in my own home.&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/14714101-404840281060055920?l=annelim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~4/YMtt4fH_Umc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://annelim.blogspot.com/feeds/404840281060055920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14714101&amp;postID=404840281060055920&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/404840281060055920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14714101/posts/default/404840281060055920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeGeosOn/~3/YMtt4fH_Umc/my-fight.html" title="My Fight" /><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908744039894122256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZPhe0ZhnY/TecTyCqP3hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6-5a4YXYhlk/s220/P1000556.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://annelim.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

