<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:25:31.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO NINA'S WORLD!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-2633128159364430286</id><published>2011-12-09T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:20:08.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu Fever!!</title><content type='html'>Salam &amp; Hi everyone...Nina is back to blogging after disappearing for a while.Everyone has been talking about the new malay movie which is currently a hit. Ombak Rindu. Ombak Rindu is a real heart touching movie. Lotsa conflict and very heart wrecking. There's lots to learn from the movie actually....As for me, i understand that love is all about worthwhile sacrifices &amp; responsibility. As a woman, it's never easy to share the man we love with another woman. It's very heart-wracking knowing the man you love with all your heart, and trusted to share your life with has another in his heart.I can relate to that alot.Time to time my heart had been wrecked when I discovered that the man I love has another woman. Be it his wife or fiancee or gf. I am a very simple girl. i am not the type of woman who would take what is not rightfully mine. Very often I wold withdraw from the relationship knowing how painful and betrayed the other woman would feel knowing her lover has another. Perhaps its better that way because I know I am not able to hurt another woman's feeling without hurting my own.There had been too many painful marriage episodes that I had witnessed over the years which had caused me to fear marriage. Im beginning to come to the point of accepting, perhaps it is better not to get married. I love myself too much to allow my heart to be wrecked by another irresponsible man.....I believe Allah swt knows what is best for me. As for now my life is peaceful and calm. I enjoy helping my friends out and listening to them with hope I am able to lift up their tenses and disappointments. Perhaps this way I am able to give them the much needed comfort as well as help them to deal with the situations, as well as support them with the right actions. Insyaallah...&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-2633128159364430286?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/2633128159364430286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=2633128159364430286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2633128159364430286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2633128159364430286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2011/12/ombak-rindu-fever.html' title='Ombak Rindu Fever!!'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-8341870903140164415</id><published>2011-02-12T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:59:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Who had ever thought that getting married would be a real mission,  especially for all pretty and attractive girls. Ive been sharing notes  with some friends of mine, and we all end up agreeing with one thing in  common. Yes, we may be the center of attraction, but the questions which  always pop up are.. how sincere are all these men dating us??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If  we are stable, the question which always pop up is : is he with me coz  of my stability or coz he truely loves me? Can I trust him enough with  my wealth and not leech on me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he so quick to confess of his  love: Really? is it possible? How is it possible for him to love me  without taking time to get to know me..it just doesnt feel right, does  it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we r hot or pretty : Is he with me coz Im pretty and  hot or is he really sincere with me coz he respects me as I am,and  really loves me, not juz coz im sexy or just wanna get into bed with me,  or treats me as his ornament where he could just show me off to his  friends....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many questions pop up in my head every time I'm out  dating with men, and mostly i question of their sincerity to be with  me....Not to talk bad about them, but I cant help but wonder.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps  these are the set backs for dating too many guys already, and Ive come  to a point where I just feel so numb....haha......now, it been so easy  for me to walk in and walk out of a relationship coz Ive experienced so  much already which had somehow enable to me to make dreadful conclusions  on men and not waste time with them. Forgive me guys..haha... I just  couldn't help it coz its been happening so frequent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking for  the right man is really soo challenging. As for now I guess I should  leave my options open...I am indeed looking for my soul mate, waiting  for him to walk into my life,  to woo me and make me his (legally). I  know he is out there somewhere, or perhaps standing right in front of me  right now...til then Ill just go out with whoever pleases me coz don't  think I wanna worry myself too much on the issue. I like all my guy  friends and enjoy their company so much. Still, my true love, loyalty  and respect lies truly for the men who I would call my husband-The man  who I chooses to marry one fine day... Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-8341870903140164415?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/8341870903140164415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=8341870903140164415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/8341870903140164415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/8341870903140164415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-hubby.html' title='The Right Hubby'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-5356806378470374328</id><published>2010-05-09T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:48:24.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Pain and Suffering Ends Here.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since Ive last written in this blog, as per usual.... perhaps I should be more consistent in contributing my ideas in here..hehe.&lt;div&gt;Since April, Ive been in and out of relationship twice, with two man who I tried to love. The first one was a hit. Very successful and had all I dreamed of for a hubby except time coz he's constantly busy. But he was nice and such a gentleman. Very calm and understanding. But I did a big mistake, I left him. Reason for leaving, I wanted to give a chance to someone I really care and close to who eventually, I thought I fell in love with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deciding to leave the first for the second guy wasn't an easy decision especially when Ive talked to my parents of him and asked for their blessings. Just one piece of advice from Dad- " Do not choose the wrong one". It was a tough decision. One that I spilled my tears on because at that point in time, I believed I had fallen deeply in love with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second guy was a close friend of mine. Met when we were both studying. God knows how we met after so long and Ive always like him, but after a trip to his hometown and a meeting with his family, I felt very comfortable. Out of the blue he said he had feelings for me and I believed him. I thought he was sincere, especially when we had exchanged thoughts and ideas about getting married and all.....too bad it didn't last. All because he went back on his words and promises. All because he was uncertain of himself and his decisions, which unconditionally had hurt me deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, Ive learnt a great lesson. If you have decided to be in a relationship with someone, stick to it no matter how ugly it gets......but if the ugliness begin to hurt you deeply, leave.  It's a test from God and I admit my defeat. I should had been honest with H (the first guy) about my feelings, and how I wish I didn't hurt him. As for K (the second guy), Im just dissappointed coz I believed and trusted him, but he let me down. A man who goes back on his words is no man at all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im very lucky coz I believe Im a strong and positive person.  This had been a very disheartening experience for me, loosing two man that I hold very dearly in my heart and gotta let go coz I refuse to get hurt even more. Let the pain ends here with this write-up and just be a fragment of my thoughts and a lesson learnt. Insyaallah. May God have mercy on me. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-5356806378470374328?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/5356806378470374328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=5356806378470374328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5356806378470374328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5356806378470374328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while-since-ive-last-written.html' title='Let The Pain and Suffering Ends Here.'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-6742542431640280244</id><published>2010-03-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:54:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Paintings</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. its been a while since I've last updated this blog. However, I had been painting quite a bit these days and here are some pieces of my paintings that I am able to retrieve after giving a few to family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OpiUa4-bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KTE_9-f8uq8/s1600-h/Biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OpiUa4-bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KTE_9-f8uq8/s320/Biel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450386381110573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular painting I did for a close friend. He just recently opened his new recordings studio and its a special congratulatory gift for him. In this painting, I had combined a variation of musical symbols, and thus the product! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OphwbJtrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t52EG0Wqxds/s1600-h/Adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OphwbJtrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t52EG0Wqxds/s320/Adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450386371447994034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next painting was done for a friend of mine. If you look closely, you can see the motives resembles a friendly dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OphVh6qAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FT7EGFLL-DE/s1600-h/20733_321616820138_810695138_3412683_5255768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OphVh6qAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FT7EGFLL-DE/s320/20733_321616820138_810695138_3412683_5255768_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450386364228610050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last piece is my latest piece and i had just completed it a week ago. I loved painting it the whole time and was really excited when it was done. Ready for sale if there is anyone who is interested to purchase it... :) tq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-6742542431640280244?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/6742542431640280244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=6742542431640280244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6742542431640280244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6742542431640280244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-latest-paintings.html' title='My Latest Paintings'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/S6OpiUa4-bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KTE_9-f8uq8/s72-c/Biel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-3712927473227085700</id><published>2009-08-30T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:19:30.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blessed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-3712927473227085700?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/3712927473227085700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=3712927473227085700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3712927473227085700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3712927473227085700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling Blessed....'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-2767792142262996419</id><published>2009-08-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:00:31.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Vocal Lesson</title><content type='html'>Hey all....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...Nina is back with more updates.&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks had been a busy one for me. Lotsa things came up and deadlines to meet. Im beginning to feel fatigue again.... maybe i should look into taking better multivitamins for vitality. Ive been doing lotsa stuff as well...giving tuition, painting and taking my first step to achieving my next dream... to be a jazz singer...&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week I was able to keep in touch with an old friend of mine. I haven't met Nabil close to one year. Guess we both were quite busy running our own life and career. As I was surfing on my facebook as per usual, checking on my email, playing games on my facebooks etc...I saw his name on line. It all started with a simple "Hi! How r u?"... and "Im Great!" routine.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil said that he now has a studio and was pretty proud of it....something that he had aimed for quite a while and finally, it is within his grasp right now... A dream come true.... and Im so thrilled to listen to his success....&lt;br /&gt;As we were sharing bits and parts of our life after we last met, I just told him that I was planning to take up vocal classes... just to improve my vocal skills... and immediately he told me that he has the right person to recommend to me. Nabil mentioned that this person is one of his close friends and had trained quite a number of artist with their vocal. Nabil also mentioned that he is a harmonising genius. So i said.. Cool... maybe we could meet up and talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Nabil, he doent take things lightly and gets to his words immediately. Instantaneously he started to arrange the schedule for me to meet up with my prospect vocal teacher. The date were set on tuesday, 11 Aug at 9.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was quite excited to be meeting Nabil again. He's a real good friend. So, on tuesday we met. That was when he introduced me to a few of his friends in the industry like Nine from Ruffedge, Andy Infinites and more... these were the few that I was able to really talk to and they're really cool. I definitely enjoy their company. Nine was quite busy that night as he was entertaining quite a number of his fans while Nabil and I shared quite deep conversations on musical front and such.. teaching and what not...&lt;br /&gt;At last, Nine came and joined us. So we started talking about the class and what was my expectations from joining the class.....I told him, there are alot of reasons as to why i wanted to join the class....&lt;br /&gt;First- I would like to improve my vocal skills. As I would love to be able to sing and project my voice properly.&lt;br /&gt;Second- Im in the choir team and there's a possibility that I may help one of my colleague  with the shool choir next year.&lt;br /&gt;Third- I love music&lt;br /&gt;Forth- I just wanted to improve myself and acquire some new skills&lt;br /&gt;Fifth- Ive always wanted to be a jazz singer&lt;br /&gt;I saw the meeting that Nabil had arranged for me with Nine was a big opportunity. It was a real bonus knowing that Nine also has the ears for Jazz... owh.... It felt like a dream come true for me that night... Nine was like the next person I needed to meet. So, that night itself we had set the time for the class... I just couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;So, as set on tuesday night, my first vocal class started yesterday at Nabil's studio. Nabil's studio is really neat... its complete with the state of the art facilities. I feel privileged to be the first few to step into his studio.&lt;br /&gt;My first lesson with Nine started with the warming up session. Nine mentioned that he only wanted to know my vocal range,so its gonna be a brief session. We started with the bubbling technique, the vocal scales. Later, he requested me to sing any 3 songs. So, I sang 'Hurt' by Christina Aguilera,  'Ayat2 Cinta ' by Rossa, 'Because of you' by Kelly Clarkson and 'Falling into you' by Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hear comments from the professionals coz u know your mistakes and learn to improve it. Nine said my vocals could go quite high. I need to be more confident when singing as well. Guess I need to do lotsa practice..... who ever thought that singing could be quite challenging. guess there's nothing u can't do without practice.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-2767792142262996419?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/2767792142262996419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=2767792142262996419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2767792142262996419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2767792142262996419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-vocal-lesson.html' title='My first Vocal Lesson'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-525234513814487980</id><published>2009-07-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:09:05.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SmFH3apWqCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cv5Umd-O6JA/s1600-h/17072009292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SmFH3apWqCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cv5Umd-O6JA/s320/17072009292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359644048918751266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It's been a while since I've written here. Lots had happened ever since. Sometimes I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of big thing happened for me yesterday- Friday, 17 July 2009. My cash came in and I managed to settle a few more pending payments. It was also a day when God had answered my prayer. I was woken up at 3 am that morning to a message by my dear Adam. That message somehow was an answer I needed to be assure that I am still in his heart even though he had been missing for a while due to his hectic-ness with his errands. I chose not to question his motive. I'd rather just be calm, wait and see how this relationship would turn out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do love Adam. Maybe this is a challenge for me as I have never been patient with any man for a long time, besides Justin of course.&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago, I did a tarot reading for clarity with Katrina, just to be sure of my options and get some clarity for some questions. Nothing magical I assure you....&lt;br /&gt;Among the questions that I needed clarity on was my career and relationship per se.&lt;br /&gt;Career wise, I was beginning to be diverted and started questioning on the relevance of me staying in the teaching profession. Believe me, teaching English in Malaysia is very challenging because the teachers here need to be the Jack-of-all-trades. I really don't agree with this because by right, teaching should be our core business, but there are just so many documentations and what not getting involved that I personally am unable to juggle with my task well... still I tried my best. I hate failures or not able to meet deadlines. I feel so challenged. However, i am very lucky coz i find my peace in my art. I have always enjoyed drawing and painting alot and Im sure my art can sell. At the same time, I started to reflect back to my reporting years and how I really enjoyed my work back then. So much to experience, so much to share with the people around me, and not forgetting all the attention and glamour. I really miss that. Compared to myself right now, Im just a simple teacher who needs to dress accordingly to the society at school and perhaps, needs to even put a mask on. I can't really be the expressive self I am at school coz I worry that the teachers wont be able to accept me. I need to be a different person at school, in the eyes of my colleagues and students. Im so use to wearing the mask that I wonder if what Im doing is right or wrong. Honestly, Im not really happy with it. Aren't we suppose to enjoy our profession? Aren't we suppose to be happy with our life? Im sure the answer is yes. However, I cant really put a finger on the right answer as I have mixed feelings due to a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Yes- I love teaching English to students, help my students have the proficiency in the language and all. Its rewarding to witness my students gain their success and all. It feels like all the hardwork was worth while.&lt;br /&gt;No- I hate multi-tasking. I hate doing other people's work when I even have my hands full with my priorities. I hate students wasting my time in class coz they just couldn't care or appreciate what we had put for them in the lessons. I hate not being able to get through my students in lessons. I hate having to spend a long time struggling to finish marking exam papers till the extend that I have to sacrifice my comfort and free time, and sleep...Its very challenging and disappointing, really! I don't know how long I can keep up to this.&lt;br /&gt;Because of all this, i wanted to run back to the press.... where I need to just focus on one task at hand and enjoy the privileges which comes with the job. Hence, because of these, I needed some clarity to my thoughts. Some answer to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship wise, yes, literally I do have a bf, only he has some things that he needs to settle and hardly even have time for me. I feel lonely and contemplated on his intentions to be with me. I don't fall in love easily neither am I the type of girl who trust man easily either. Neither am I the type of girl who sits and waits. At the rate of his current treatment towards me, Im just so tempted to walk off and leave him. But something triggered me. How long more must I just run off? I sorta like this guy alot, why not just sit and wait. But his lack of attention towards me is very challenging as well. i don't like it.... but i guess if u love someone so much you have to do some sacrifices. So, maybe I should just stay for a while more and wait, just to see what might happen. Still, I need some answers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I meet up with Katrina for a reading. As mentioned earlier, I was  able to identify the root to my problems. Patience was my problem.  I am impatient because I always  demand for immediate result in whatever I do or involved in. The answers that i got from the reading was, i need to give time for my bf to decide what is important for him, and just take things one at a time. I need to give space and trust him in what he is involved in... and wait for the time when he will look for me again.&lt;br /&gt;Career wise.. guess ill be in the teaching line for a while more. It is still the most rewarding job ever somehow, i just need to heal my spirit and rest a bit more, and im sure Ill be fine....&lt;br /&gt;Guess, making some changes in my appearance would help. Im gonna start pampering myself a bit more from now on. Gonna do some home improvement first, and then a little more on my appearance. Just gonna take it all slow and easy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-525234513814487980?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/525234513814487980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=525234513814487980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/525234513814487980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/525234513814487980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-changes.html' title='Time for Changes'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SmFH3apWqCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cv5Umd-O6JA/s72-c/17072009292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-2477290654596688341</id><published>2009-06-02T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:54:34.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. you wont guess what happened... My broadband modem was soaked in the washing machine.... guess that explains why I havent been on line for a while... haha....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its been a while since Ive written in here.. Man.. I miss writing.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Lots had happened ever since. Things just started to get hectic... and my love life had been slow and staedy coz my dear had been busy lately. Sometimes I wonder if he would actually have time for me.... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lets just and see. All i know Im really head over heels over Adam. I pray for this relationship to really work out.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been busy with the Jabatan's choir as we had to perform for 2 events, which was the state teacher's aday celebration as well as 'Hari Anugerah Perkhidmatan Cemerlang'. It was great coz I met with good friends there and i really enjoyed their company. Also, if things work out, I plant to start vocal and piano lessons starting next month ;)&lt;br /&gt;well, that's the only update about my life for the time being.. cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-2477290654596688341?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/2477290654596688341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=2477290654596688341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2477290654596688341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/2477290654596688341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-3254721441457898242</id><published>2009-04-25T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:09:11.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man.. for me at least....</title><content type='html'>First and foremost I would like to thank God first for this opportunity.... and all my friends for backing me up and telling me not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;He does exist. The man of my dream does exist....&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago I remember writing in the note about who I would have loved to date... and never had I been aware that he was closer that I ever thought possible....&lt;br /&gt;He is the song that fills my ears, thoughts that fills my nights and the love that fills my heart. He is definitely the one man who made my heart sings.&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. its not because he plays the guitar.. but its just something about him that had caught my attention. Its like there's a strong chemistry between us. And what's amazing is, he need not even touch me...He smiles the sweetest smile, his company is very warming, and he cares deeply as well.....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its true, dating mature man is amazing. It's like u are looked after and loved. I am happy with him now and feel blessed that he had found me....and loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt so strongly over anybody the way I felt for him.. except maybe for that one person whom I used to love with my whole heart... Jay.. who is now long gone and in love with another.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im falling in love. I guess its ok coz the feelings seem to be reciprocated.. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. I haven't felt this way in a long time.. and it just feels so good!....I hope this relationship will last and ends with a marriage coz I know, He is the one that I wanna be with and am willing to commit to.... So far, he has all the qualities that I want in my future hubby and I am not afraid to confess that I may have fallen in love with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-3254721441457898242?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/3254721441457898242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=3254721441457898242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3254721441457898242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3254721441457898242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-man-for-me-at-least.html' title='The Perfect Man.. for me at least....'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-6990887644617668779</id><published>2009-04-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:51:00.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kinda guy indeed am I interested</title><content type='html'>Here's to answer to what Melizah had requested I write...&lt;br /&gt;What Kinda guy indeed am I interested... Humm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hubby material maybe? I would definitely go for a guy who has his own set of values. I know for sure I love guys who appreciates good music or even makes music. Someone who's nice to hang out with and chill and enjoys doing things I like doing. A person who I know I can have big and small talks with, and a good sound brains and good humour as well...No, he doesn't need to be a genius, he just need to be comfortable with himself first in order for me to be comfortable around him.&lt;br /&gt;A man with a big heart, who doesn't just serve it to just about anybody. Tall and lean with a great smile. Bright, clear, and intelligent eyes, believes in God, caring, romantic, loving, understanding, loves kids, loves me with all his heart, always full of surprises, knows how to have fun, enjoys travelling and adventure, has great thirst for knowledge and exciting. He must also be open and receptive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, he must be successful too or on his way to create his success story .&lt;br /&gt;He must be able to get along with my family well...&lt;br /&gt;A person who i know I can share quiet and lazy sundays with.&lt;br /&gt;a person who my children would look up too with admiration and adoration.&lt;br /&gt;A person who I feel safe and secure&lt;br /&gt;A person I think worth being loyal to and cared for....&lt;br /&gt;A person who I know I can make music, draw and paint with, a person who inspires my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;He must also be a very supportive partner&lt;br /&gt;more than anything else, he must be the person who completes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-6990887644617668779?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/6990887644617668779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=6990887644617668779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6990887644617668779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6990887644617668779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-kinda-guy-indeed-am-i-interested.html' title='What Kinda guy indeed am I interested'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-4106313914518955687</id><published>2009-04-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:11:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang SMKSM 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xU9JJwRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VgTvN7kWlhA/s1600-h/DSCN1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xU9JJwRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VgTvN7kWlhA/s320/DSCN1762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675676934422802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maznin and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28, 09 was marked as my school's Hari Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang. This event was organised to commemorate the achievements of our students in their academic.&lt;br /&gt;It is always good to be meeting students who I have taught before and to listen to their success story. No doubt I do miss them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xUg2lweI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4hsmFriVTRQ/s1600-h/DSCN1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xUg2lweI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4hsmFriVTRQ/s320/DSCN1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675669340373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R&lt;/span&gt;: Hao Yang, Melissa Liz, me, Darshini and Serene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy to meet Melissa Liz again and knowing that she is doing well in her new school. She told me it was a totally new environment and she is able to adapt to it very well. Things are different there but she enjoyed being there.&lt;br /&gt;Next is Siew Hao Yang. He is now in ASiS.. one of my fave student. Always so helpful. He was an asset to the English debating team as well as the fire brigade and rescue squad. Im happy to learn that he is adapting so well to the residential school and I know his future will shine so bright one day as that is a school where future leaders are created and trained.&lt;br /&gt;I also met up with Weishan and she is definitely prettier these days. Though she wasn't so happy with her results but she has so much going on for her. I hope she is able to harness her full potentials and create a success story for herself one day. No matter what Weishan, I want you to know that you have my support in whatever you do and decide as long as you know you have  given your best effort. You have the potential to be a great leader one day, a shining star.... in the making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xUXvl34I/AAAAAAAAANw/rSCa8ny0GQU/s1600-h/DSCN1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xUXvl34I/AAAAAAAAANw/rSCa8ny0GQU/s320/DSCN1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675666895101826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd4BkOEYCfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SlauACTL2DU/s1600-h/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd4BkOEYCfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SlauACTL2DU/s320/DSCN1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322693531361872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                              Some of the choir members...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of performances on that day. There were 3 performances scheduled, the choir, poetry recital and choral speaking. They had practiced long and hard for the performance and the outcome of the performance was quite good. Only the poetry recital needed some help. I suppose if they were given more time, they would be able to memorise the poem and it may have touch the heart of people listening to the poem on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xVP9JyLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L4gIEyDo06U/s1600-h/DSCN1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xVP9JyLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L4gIEyDo06U/s320/DSCN1758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675681984366770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanging out with the teachers after the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the event went quite well and as expected that day. All that started well ends well. I feel contented...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-4106313914518955687?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/4106313914518955687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=4106313914518955687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4106313914518955687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4106313914518955687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/04/majlis-anugerah-cemerlang-smksm-09.html' title='Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang SMKSM 09'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Sd3xU9JJwRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VgTvN7kWlhA/s72-c/DSCN1762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-8791682228582363342</id><published>2009-03-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:52:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving My Singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHz7fblI/AAAAAAAAANo/5xCnMsLLNHc/s1600-h/08032009142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHz7fblI/AAAAAAAAANo/5xCnMsLLNHc/s320/08032009142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086077937643090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really enjoying my singlehood. Less complications and Im able to focus more on stuff that are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say so? Well, It is just so true.&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the fact that I do get lonely being alone. Sure, who wouldn't wanna have a good company around. However, it only applies if your partner offers good company, otherwise, it would turn out to be a nuisance. Maybe its just me. Im just too lazy to get involved in any complicated situation.&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a company over the past few months, getting in and out of relationships as thought  walking into a restaurant. I've come to a point where Im just bored of it. Not to say that Ive given up on man, but I just feel it's pointless to get into a relationship for the sake of having someone. I just don't find it fulfilling at all. Ie, for the past few month, the only reason I agreed to get into a relationship with these man was because they claimed they had  feelings for me. So, Ive always believed its better to get involved with people who cares about you more. However,  that isn't the case. Sure, they might have feelings for me, but then again, I just can't lie to myself. Ive been feeling rather numb. If I could recall, we should feel excited when we have a significant other, but here, Ive been feeling rather numb and as though Im just forcing myself to like somebody and giving a chance for them to prove themselves. But once they screw up a little, I'd walk away. Its just so superficial. As a result, I end up walking out of the relationship and prefer to be single where I don't have to worry about getting my feelings hurt or taken advantage of. It just feels terrible. Maybe I'm just cut out to be single for the rest of my life. I'm just too afraid of trusting my heart to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I love my single life coz I'm able to do whatever I want with whoever I want. I don't need to answer to anybody. I love hanging out with my girl friends and listening to their stories.  There's just so much things I can do. I don't need anybody to control me or make me feel guilty if I don't do anything. I don't have anybody to control me, and I'm happier like this. I get to meet whoever I want whenever I want to. I don't need to feel so lonely. Even better, at home, I have my Felix to keep me company. I know he loves me coz he constantly keeps me company while I'm at home. I really love my cat.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ive lost around 12 kgs in the past few months. Just thought of sharing some new pix with ya all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHW59qhI/AAAAAAAAANg/jQjpFHjojhw/s1600-h/bufday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHW59qhI/AAAAAAAAANg/jQjpFHjojhw/s320/bufday+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086070146607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebration with a bunch of friends recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHCbNNfI/AAAAAAAAANY/-xqkCCfYb4w/s1600-h/DSCN1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHCbNNfI/AAAAAAAAANY/-xqkCCfYb4w/s320/DSCN1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086064648893938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Success... losing weight effectively&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-8791682228582363342?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/8791682228582363342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=8791682228582363342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/8791682228582363342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/8791682228582363342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-my-singlehood.html' title='Loving My Singlehood'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/ScaIHz7fblI/AAAAAAAAANo/5xCnMsLLNHc/s72-c/08032009142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-6763355532741344415</id><published>2009-03-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:05:42.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a discovery!!</title><content type='html'>What a discovery!&lt;br /&gt;Im so thrilled coz I was able to locate most of my articles while I was reporting in The New Straits Times. It was amazing coz I could hardly recall most of the articles. It was a great discovery and to be able to read them again, to keep them and know that all these articles are published on the net is just so awesome.......here's the url if you all plan to see what I've written so far... http://www.highbeam.com/Search.aspx?q=author%3a%22Adlina+Jamaludin%22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out if you have time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-6763355532741344415?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/6763355532741344415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=6763355532741344415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6763355532741344415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/6763355532741344415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-discovery.html' title='What a discovery!!'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-5595319145892504275</id><published>2009-03-14T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:24:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Abjuration</title><content type='html'>It's raining quite heavily today and the lightning keeps striking every few minutes. Its a storm out there. I find this kinda rain quite refreshing and it always puts me in a certain kind of mood. Lots had happened in these few months. Man had been coming in and Ive walked out of their life mostly. I'm wondering if this is a becoming habit for me. I guess I have some issues when it comes to commitments.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have befriended a very interesting man. A man who I believe may be able to open the door to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;For close to 3 years I have been most comfortable being single, building my life, finances and career. That had been my focus for a while now and contented with what I have achieved. However, man had always been an issue for me. Guess I still don't trust myself enough to get involved deeply with them. The idea of getting hurt still haunts me and as for that, I decided that being single and unattached would be a safer bet for me.&lt;br /&gt;However, recently I have met with a very fascinating man. I had known him since December, but it was just a short encounter because he disappeared after a week or  two of contacts.  At that point in time, I knew I had began to care for him. Very often I noticed I would question myself about him and every now and then I would sneak a glance at his pix on his page,  wondering what had happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by very quickly. A few weeks ago he suddenly popped up from no where, told me how he had looked for my number and all.. it disappeared when he lost his phone and blah..blah.. blah...&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was so sweet of him, only this time, he told me how interested he is to get to know me better.  I definitely had nothing against that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;However, that had put me into a dilemma. There were a few other men who I was beginning to have feelings for. One is E.. and for sure, I know I can't go too far into a relationship with him though I must say, was in love with him. As for me and E, It can never be more because ours is a forbidden love affair. I may have deep feelings for him but I can't offer, neither ask for more because he belongs to someone else and I shall not steal him away from his family.&lt;br /&gt;H is my latest crush. We've been hanging out a lot these past few months and I was developing a certain kind of fondness towards him. Not to say I'm infatuated with him. But I think it was something slightly deeper. Ive talked to him about my feelings and he confessed that he was quite fond of me as well. However, I wasn't sure if I should take it to the next level with him since he had some issues that he needed to confront first. But I guess the real issue was neither of us are sure if we really wanted to hook up coz we both know we were not ready for something serious.&lt;br /&gt;Then came A came along. He is the guy who shook my world. Since his comeback, he never fails to convince me of his intentions. He really won me over. I have to admit, since the last we communicated before he disappeared, I had a certain admiration for him. Over and over again since he came back, he voiced out his decision to make me his, and if God permits, to make me his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I wouldn't entertain such notion because very often man had lured me with such words to get me into their beds ( a tactic normally used by many desperate men).&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly I told him I was unable to give him my answer because we have never met face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a few weeks of communicating via the telephone, we met for the first time. He was one of my dates who was able to captivate me. He seemed to be fitting the criteria of my husband to be. Maybe I was rushing with a decision, and agreed to initially start this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I had over looked one matter when I made my decision. He just broke up with his 4 years ex quite recently and once in the phone, he even cried to me about her. Since he left after our meetings, this particular issue is beginning to haunt me because I have always hated having a relationship with a man who is  still not over his ex. I hate having to compete or compare to the other girl. I want my man to love me for me, to want me for me and to be able to accept all my strength and weaknesses. I want a man who knows and appreciates my worth, and who would love me unconditionally, and I can be sure that I will do my best to be his loyal partner for as long as God permits. Above all else, I need a man who I can trust to be a good husband to me, and  a good father to my kids, and capable to guide us constantly. Now, very often I pray for him to be the one because he seems to fit most of the criteria. Still, anything can happen. i leave it all to God to decide what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I know now i have just began having this relationship with him. But since he went back to his hometown, he's been quiet. I wonder if he is having the same doubts and questions that I have for him now? i wonder if he's questioning his motives or just trying to test me? Either way. I pray to God for guidance. This will be my abjuration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-5595319145892504275?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/5595319145892504275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=5595319145892504275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5595319145892504275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5595319145892504275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-abjuration.html' title='My Abjuration'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-1478154076393952908</id><published>2009-02-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:31:49.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1H6eoHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zGqk85FosT4/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1H6eoHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zGqk85FosT4/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884499653009522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 27 February 2009 was the Annual Sports Day for SMK Seri Mutiara. It was one of the most awaited event of the year because that was the time where students and teachers get together to cheer and fight for their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk05K8dtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9Rv7yquu5TA/s1600-h/DSCN1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk05K8dtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9Rv7yquu5TA/s320/DSCN1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884495695541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire &amp;amp; Rescue Cadets- marching at the opening event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, the event agenda began with the marching parade of each sport houses and uniform bodies. Quite a number of students gave their commitment for the marching event by practicing for days. The school's Fire &amp;amp; Rescue Cadets wasn't an exception. They had practiced for quite a number of days and gave their heart for the marching event. Honestly, it went well even though they did not win anything, except for skills and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk2ARdE-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/M1uT4C-lP9k/s1600-h/DSCN1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk2ARdE-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/M1uT4C-lP9k/s320/DSCN1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884514781762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Participants stand-by to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, the sports event began. It started with the 100m sprint and ended with 4x400m relay and the teachers' event.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was the time keeper for the day. It was quite an interesting experience because not only was I the time keeper, but I was also the cheerer! It was like the teachers cheered more than the students themselves that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1VamWnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Pn7qhL5xN6A/s1600-h/DSCN1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1VamWnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Pn7qhL5xN6A/s320/DSCN1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884503277394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me in action - recording the time of the runners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZcfCehI/AAAAAAAAAMo/we4oHx4l3d0/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZcfCehI/AAAAAAAAAMo/we4oHx4l3d0/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889521696864786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The faces of Jati's runners. 4x200 relay P1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salpaj0Dd9I/AAAAAAAAANA/C0EIBq2dKcw/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salpaj0Dd9I/AAAAAAAAANA/C0EIBq2dKcw/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889540843927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The participants briefing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed cheering most, especially after my sport house (Jati)  wins an event and was there to see the students' golden moments. To all of you who had put up your best effort, thank you so much and you have made us all proud. You all deserve the credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1-UHZPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wmvj2jdoWuQ/s1600-h/DSCN1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1-UHZPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wmvj2jdoWuQ/s320/DSCN1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884514256053490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L-R : Pn Hayati, Pn Azizah, Pn Rohaya &amp;amp; Cik Hatimah - the dedicated teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I really enjoyed the sports day this year. Though 'Rumah Jati'  did not win first place this year, still they are the true champions in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZ30yZdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7FIkJFJPPms/s1600-h/DSCN1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZ30yZdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7FIkJFJPPms/s320/DSCN1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889529035843026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The moment of glory for Wong Thiam Jun &amp;amp; Rumah Jati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Fire and Rescue Cadets, dont give up. Know that you all had done well, we only need to upgrade ourselves this year so we can win for the best marching squad next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZkXSWYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/23HDFVcJzEo/s1600-h/DSCN1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpZkXSWYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/23HDFVcJzEo/s320/DSCN1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889523811834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The judges at work. L-R: Ustazah Rozihan, Pn Catherine &amp;amp; Cik Eliza Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpbAYvt8I/AAAAAAAAANI/MnAZqQ0b5vY/s1600-h/DSCN1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SalpbAYvt8I/AAAAAAAAANI/MnAZqQ0b5vY/s320/DSCN1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889548514015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;En Khairul, me and my beloved Fire &amp;amp; Rescue Cadets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-1478154076393952908?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/1478154076393952908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=1478154076393952908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/1478154076393952908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/1478154076393952908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/02/sports-day.html' title='The Sports Day'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/Salk1H6eoHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zGqk85FosT4/s72-c/DSCN1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-4421245893043411486</id><published>2009-02-20T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:07:12.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's some updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I haven't written in for a while. Sorry about that. Thanks to some of my regulars for asking me to update this blog. It's really nice to know there are people out there who cares to know what we are up to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the school term for 2009 have just started in January. Life had been pretty hectic ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what had happened since the last time I've written in here.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a few weeks after finishing the classes in Pulapol, I attended my high school gathering at Marche, The Curve. If I was not mistaken, it was a day after Christmas. It was great! It's really nice to meet your old schoolmates after a long time and knowing each of them living their own life and being at the peak of their career. The feeling was quite exciting... and weird as well when you know most of your friends are married or getting married. I do envy them and it seems as though their life is complete, being with the one they love and having a family. Bless all of them, I pray one day I would be as happy as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tEf8DVI/AAAAAAAAALY/aSLawsMUxH4/s1600-h/DSCN1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tEf8DVI/AAAAAAAAALY/aSLawsMUxH4/s320/DSCN1650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305585282483752274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;           SMDU 97 Batch- Reunion at Marche                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tbMQPtI/AAAAAAAAALg/d2IPzQP5A70/s1600-h/DSCN1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tbMQPtI/AAAAAAAAALg/d2IPzQP5A70/s320/DSCN1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305585288575205074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;        L-R : Ruben, Vicky, me &amp;amp; Farith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at that point in time, I was in a very short relationship with a guy. It was a short-lived relationship coz I decided that if I was to continue the relationship, it would be unhealthy for me. Guess it's just typical me, being very rigid and all. Well, I guess you can say that I was being selfish. I know I just don't wanna be disappointed and get involved in another disastrous relationship and end up getting hurt. At least i know what i want in a relationship right now.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've decided to stop dating for a while and focus on my career. Work stress and relationship commitments sometimes don't compliment each other. Since the schooling session started, I've gotten myself pretty tied up with duties and obligations to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;Also, last month, my dear (sorta like a scandal) had given me 3 tickets to watch the Anugerah Juara Lagu 23 in Bukit Jalil. I went there with my bro Adzlan and Anis, my fren. It was spectacular! It took me a few weeks to get over the event. Im so sure I love Faizal Tahir now. His voice is real amazing and he's really cut out to be one of Malaysia's greatest performer. It was also great being in the same place with the people that you love most.. (my beau - the forbidden love affair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tpUQB5I/AAAAAAAAALo/oDELSoIzopo/s1600-h/DSCN1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tpUQB5I/AAAAAAAAALo/oDELSoIzopo/s320/DSCN1658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305585292366841746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;          My bro &amp;amp; I at AJL 23, Bukit Jalil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties, duties, duties...... Thank God I decided to go to Cherating in December and made my affirmation, and closed one chapter of my life. I felt more in control as the year began, more at peace with my self. This year I feel more prepared to carry out my duties as a teacher. More organised, committed, motivated, dedicated and optimistic. Im gonna try go beyond my limits this year and be more organised.&lt;br /&gt;I have big responsibilities weigh upon my shoulder this year. I've been entrusted to guide students from the best form 5 class to score for the SPM. I wanna  challenge myself this year and try my best to prove that I am able to achieved what I have achieved back in SMS Seri Puteri, or even better.&lt;br /&gt;This year I am in charge of coaching the school English debate team, the Fire &amp;amp; Rescue Cadets, students who will be sitting for their SPM and more. I hope the readers are able to understand my commitments and why I have my hands full, and tired most of the time. So getting in a relationship might jeopardize my goals, unless I end up with a man who can understand my situation and commitments. Hurm... having a man who is understanding, loving and motivating would be an added bonus for me...That is, if such man do exist... hehe....&lt;br /&gt;Also, I almost forgot to mention that I have a new member in the family. My sister-in-law just gave birth to a baby girl last month. She is Iris Aisyah.... and let me tell you... she is just soooo adorable. Sometimes it feels like I just can't wait to have my own... but what luck....I need a hubby in order to produce a babe... hehe... well, let's just wait for prince charming to make an appearance...till then, Im just gonna remain cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tgFRHfI/AAAAAAAAALw/st63Ar_tMl0/s1600-h/24012009133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tgFRHfI/AAAAAAAAALw/st63Ar_tMl0/s320/24012009133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305585289888079346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;            The new member - Iris Aisyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its mid February now. Im glad that the first month was a success for me. I don't feel so stressed out. Infact I feel great knowing I was able to do so much in January. And to add up to that, I have just officially lost 10 kg's and still losing some more. I target that I will get into my original shape by March at least so I would look hot and feel great. It's a good motivation actually, especially knowing that your dieting plan finally working out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that is all for now. Cheers all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-4421245893043411486?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/4421245893043411486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=4421245893043411486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4421245893043411486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4421245893043411486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-some-updates.html' title='Here&apos;s some updates'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SaE5tEf8DVI/AAAAAAAAALY/aSLawsMUxH4/s72-c/DSCN1650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-679297957371801456</id><published>2008-12-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:16:36.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved G18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31cF5PK3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ws-o_Vjbde8/s1600-h/DSCN1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31cF5PK3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ws-o_Vjbde8/s320/DSCN1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147800942848882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all my G18 students of Pulapol 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I'd like to thank all of you for the wonderful Thursday's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, listening to Man Bai's 'Kau ilhamku' will never be the same again. I have always loved that song and very often I wished I could be one's inspiration. That wish came true last Thursday (18 Dec 08). I was overwhelmed with emotions when they had dedicated and sang the cover version of Man Bai's 'Kau Ilhamku'  and to know that I am able to inspire not just one, instead a whole classroom of men. Not just any man for that fact, they are 30 young Police Inspectors. God bless them all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31c3DiFlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5QmizbbtUpY/s1600-h/DSCN1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31c3DiFlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5QmizbbtUpY/s320/DSCN1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147814139369042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31crRhzJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lnMStmUZlt0/s1600-h/DSCN1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31crRhzJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lnMStmUZlt0/s320/DSCN1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147810976844946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33XCBpf_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/QFKFHX8U8fU/s1600-h/DSCN1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33XCBpf_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/QFKFHX8U8fU/s320/DSCN1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282149913028296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G18 singing the cover version of 'Kau Ilhamku'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first day I set foot into their class. I was so nervous. What do you expect, I was about to be teaching a group of man who are all graduates and working professionals. I know I need to be confident enough to confront them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how weak my knees were when I entered the class. My first impression, they were pretty intimidating. Not a single friendly face. Infact, they just stared at me. I swear to God i was blushing at that time and was shaking to my bones. I convinced myself. I got to do what I got to do.... so I put my best foot forward and introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went pretty well from that day onwards. And after 3 whole weeks together, we were pretty well acquainted and it had always been a pleasure teaching this particular group of 30 good looking professionals. How I wish I could write about then individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33YKB5HyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tBIi7sT6ACk/s1600-h/hnsem..+tp+msuk+jail+da...JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33YKB5HyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tBIi7sT6ACk/s320/hnsem..+tp+msuk+jail+da...JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282149932356673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l-r: Jabir, Shah, Ariff, Helmy and Akhmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33XgL8CUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NWI8nJPW5S8/s1600-h/banduan+kes+rogol+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU33XgL8CUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NWI8nJPW5S8/s320/banduan+kes+rogol+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282149921124518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-R: Ariff, Yap and Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Anuar. I'd like to think of him as the class's joker. He's a real fun guy and knows how to make us laugh. A guy who is full of tricks up his sleeves..&lt;br /&gt;Bhoi Ariff. I like his name. He is so adorable coz he has a baby's face. He is also charming and cooperative in class. Steven Gan is quite friendly. It's always nice to talk to him. He has so much to ask and say. Helmy is pretty reserved. Perhaps he is just a bit shy, but he has a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31bR7za9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/t5-K_ji3sEo/s1600-h/DSCN1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31bR7za9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/t5-K_ji3sEo/s320/DSCN1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147786994969554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jagen and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagen is a real gentleman. He's tall, dark and handsome.. hehe...he is also calm and loves sharing his opinions with others. Joe is also another gentleman. He's also very friendly and down to earth. Quite honest in words too and loves giving campliments. Khairi, the most eligible bachelor. He is pretty composed and cool. Quite cooperative in class. Haireen is very reserved. It's very hard to hear him speak unless provoked.. hehe..Shah has beautiful eyes. He's also tall dark and handsome with good brains. He's also the youngest in the class. Akhmal is a strong individual. He is also kind and polite. Always giving full commitments in class. Ezri is a sweetheart. He's also very fluent in English, I always look forward to mark his work first because his English is very fluent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xxXY6MnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BKkABX6Gv4A/s1600-h/DSCN1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xxXY6MnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BKkABX6Gv4A/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143768369836658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anti-clockwise: Rahiz, Azlie, Ezwan, Ebby, Zairil, Husni, Juwaidi, Faiz, Amin, Shaiful Bakhtiar and Syaiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezwan is a big hearted man. He is a man full of visions and determination. No wonder he is the best man to carry the responsibilities as a platoon leader. Idzahar is charming although tends to be quite shy. He has so much potentials to be a great man one day. Nurul Nizam is my pretty boy.. hehe..(jgn marah). I like to look at him coz first, he is quite handsome, and second, he loves to smile. Let me tell you, his smiles can melt just about any girls' heart. And in addition, he is very polite, a gentleman. Rahiz is also another guy next to Ariff who has a baby face. He smiles so sweetly all the time and very cooperative in class. He can be very charming too. Haireen is very reserved. But he can really give good ideas if you care to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31btGFPlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AciRRRF9RdE/s1600-h/DSCN1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU31btGFPlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AciRRRF9RdE/s320/DSCN1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282147794285837906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syahrul Nizam and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahrul Nizam is another charming guy. He could be a little cheeky at most times but all with good intentions. This guy loves his girl so much,(ops.. hehe.. he's attached. Sorry babes out there..;)) Fadli has big round eyes which are very attractive. He is also very charming and polite. He is not shy to ask for assistance with his work. Amir is also a  charmer. Tends to get mischievous sometimes but he meant well. He is quite cooperative in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xxP3RUxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/higrqy7VsV4/s1600-h/DSCN1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xxP3RUxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/higrqy7VsV4/s320/DSCN1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143766349697810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clockwise: Zairil, Husni, Nik and Ariff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xwpZlMkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/svsNgXQ5V98/s1600-h/DSCN1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xwpZlMkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/svsNgXQ5V98/s320/DSCN1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143756024623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They call themselves the phyranas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik is the shy guy. Even though he is shy, he is very determined. Azlie is a sweet guy. He never shy away when he needs help. He has a big heart. Shahiran Jabir is jovial.He has a sweet smile too and a big heart. He enjoys expressing his opinions. Tends to be shy from time to time. His friends love to call him Jabir Singh for some reason.He's not even a singh at all. Yap is like the big brother of the class though he admits that he is very blur... I don't think he is coz I can see intelligence in his eyes. A nice person to have a debate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xwZB7tsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/__X-lLQbci4/s1600-h/DSCN1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3xwZB7tsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/__X-lLQbci4/s320/DSCN1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143751630468802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The KFC treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zairil is a shy guy but he is sweet. He is also quite reserve but never shy away when he needs assistance with his work. Abby is another cute boy in the class. He is very modest and charming. Never fails to give his best in whatever he does. Husni is the other handsome man in the class. He also had so much to say in class. Sometimes he can be really shy. He is adorable. Syaiful never hesitate to improve himself in English class. I can tell that he puts quite an effort to complete his work. He is also a very determined individual. Amin is another sweetheart. Not afraid to challenge himself. He is also a good student and its a pleasure teaching him. Faiz is the quiet boy. It's very seldom to hear him talk, but I was told he's the opposite. Juwaidi is a loving father. Very often he talks about his wife and baby. Its a pleasure to know him. Last but not least is Shaiful Bakhtiar. He has a cute face and loves to smile. He can be very shy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the man that I think so highly of. I know they will be a great man one fine day. I can't help but to feel lucky that I was given a chance to get to know and teach them. More than anything I am grateful to be apart of their life and their inspiration as well. I love you all.... Thanks for making me your inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Guys, I love the t-shirt and key-chain! 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I’m finally here! Yes, Cherating.. Owh! How I have missed you. Currently, I am sitting here on the lazy chair overlooking the sea, right in front of our room. It’s evenin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-ul3IEAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pJ8FP_uHn-c/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;g now, around 5.30pm, the wind is blowing softly and the leaves of the coconut trees are waving as though welcoming us to the resort. Afzan and I have decided to spend a night at The Legend Resort. I think it’s a good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-ul3IEAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pJ8FP_uHn-c/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-ul3IEAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pJ8FP_uHn-c/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087645622046722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3HzbTKMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rb-DsTq5_gI/s1600-h/DSCN1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3HzbTKMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rb-DsTq5_gI/s320/DSCN1612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282097624290832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3HzbTKMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rb-DsTq5_gI/s1600-h/DSCN1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh, how I love to listen to the waves washing the shore.Ok.. Afzan just decided to go for a walk.. think I should join her.. be right back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-vE7x_wI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UeKDy-Vg3nU/s1600-h/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-vE7x_wI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UeKDy-Vg3nU/s320/DSCN1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087653963071234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoying the seabreeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H0lYGNeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/czqdLpz-Fbs/s1600-h/DSCN1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H0lYGNeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/czqdLpz-Fbs/s320/DSCN1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282097644175767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Afzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;7.14 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back! At this moment Afzan is in the hot tub soaking herself… hurm… can’t wait for my turn next.. hehe….We just got back from a walk around this resort and chilled for a while near the pool. I decided take a dip and it was worth it. We had our first photography session of the day and the pictures turned out quite nice...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just so love lazing around the beach and feel the strong wind blowing my face, letting my hair loose and fly with the wind… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know this vacation is what I needed. This is the time for me to gather myself and reflect back on my life. This is the place to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life has been good for me in the past few months. I know Im at the point of getting my life together, especially in financial matter. Above all else I thank God for allowing Afzan to be back in my life, because with her I feel much more secure. That is also the reason why I decided to go for this trip with her. She’s like my back bone of some sort.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perhaps it’s just the typical pisces (me) and cancer (Afzan) relationship. But I guess God knows better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-vzBrdeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cWyJuy8Z_1E/s1600-h/DSCN1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-vzBrdeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cWyJuy8Z_1E/s320/DSCN1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087666335839714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                              Afzan and I&lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3HzpMEDwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jqFZy4zEj2g/s1600-h/DSCN1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3HzpMEDwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jqFZy4zEj2g/s320/DSCN1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282097628019166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eye view of the pool from the lazy chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past two years had been the most challenging years for me, especially at the point where my relationship didn’t work out the way it should have. I lost the love of my life (at that time…as I used to believe), my jobs was just killing me, debt was weighing on me and health was ruining me. At that point I didn’t get much support from my family members. At that point too I knew I was alone fighting my own battle… and I almost gave up. It was a little too much pressure for a young girl like me to handle. I was barely surviving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was the point when I met &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Yana&lt;/st1:place&gt;. She is so precious to me because without her I don’t think I would have made it this far. She provided me with a place to stay and a good company. We were comforting each other most of the time. She was more of a sister to me rather than a friend. She had very often invited me into her family. Her warming and loving family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;long afterwards came Syarina, she was the one person that I can talk about anything to. But most of all she was the friend that gave me the best moral support. The sweetest thing about her is, she is a very caring person. A good listener and very practical. She was the very person who first introduced me to the Law of Attraction, only I didn’t quite grasp it back then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next came Katrina Sin and Hajar. They are the Dynamic Duo. What started out as just a tarot reading session had developed into something significant and life changing. Katrina saw I was in deep pain. We have bumped into each other many times. Im sure it was a ‘divine intervention’ where fate had brought us together. Through her I have learned to unlock the secrets and potentials of my self. Through her I am able to unlock and rediscover the strength in me. It all started with a session of EFT (Emotion Freedom Techniques) and unveiling the lesson behind the Secret DVD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was from Katrina and Hajar that I have learnt life’s valuable lessons. It is also through them that I had met a lady who had made a great difference in my life. She is Fiona Tahir. I admire her success. I adore her spirit and value the lessons that she had shared with me. Through her I believed I am capable of being who I want to be. Through her I learnt to take control of my life. It was with her I learnt to value myself and make things happen for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this point, I was fortunate enough to share my life story with my dearest psychiatrist. She is Dr. Duni. She had helped me to discover my inner self and help me to identify solutions to fix my life. It was with her I learnt to stand up for all that I believe is right, without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H0zMqfkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JcU7hez9B-s/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H0zMqfkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JcU7hez9B-s/s320/DSCN1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282097647885909570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our scrumptious breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And of course, not forgetting my family members… Mama, Papa, Along, Kak Era (my sister-in-law) and Adzlan. Perhaps the misunderstanding that had happened all these while was because of us, not being honest and truthful towards how each other's feelings, or perhaps, a certain miscommunication. I know you all care about me, only you just don’t know how to approach me. But here let me tell you that I value all of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H1MGPkXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ESKGCLY97q0/s1600-h/DSCN1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU3H1MGPkXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ESKGCLY97q0/s320/DSCN1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282097654569865586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, we’re reaching the end of 2008. I wish to close this chapter in my life, and hope to open a new book by 2009. This is the phase where I have to reflect back on my life and learn from all my mistakes. I am blessed beaus I have Afzan here with me because I know, she is the one person that I can pour my heart out, without prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-7301112688756295283?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/7301112688756295283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=7301112688756295283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7301112688756295283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7301112688756295283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-reflection-my-cherating.html' title='The year end reflection (My Cherating Retreat)'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SU2-uK30o3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/avX731iVzC8/s72-c/FSCN1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-7990417927256243834</id><published>2008-12-15T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:08:00.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Home and Playing Sick</title><content type='html'>Fever.. Ugh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I  hate being sick. Its the rain to be blamed. Here I am staying home when I should have been in the class invigilating my students  sitting for the exam. I feel terrible. My temperature is high, my head is banging and my whole body is sore. To make things worse, Im carless.... called the mechanic earlier this morning and he told me my car would be ready in 2 days or so.... and i got to pay a fee of RM 1200++. Serves me right for being careless.. I should had checked on my motor oil.... now my car is undergoing an overhaul for the second time, with the first because of the radiator problem.. huhuhu... girls and car.. its so hard to maintain.....Maybe that's the part where I need a man to compliment my life.. hehehe......that's where he is needed most...&lt;br /&gt;Im developing some kind of rashes over my skin. What's weird is, it comes and go......maybe i should go to the clinic tomorrow for some blood test or somewhat....&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick... i feel so restless and uneasy... huhu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-7990417927256243834?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/7990417927256243834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=7990417927256243834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7990417927256243834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7990417927256243834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitting-home-and-playing-sick.html' title='Sitting Home and Playing Sick'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-1051017081132092541</id><published>2008-12-07T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:30:27.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Into Twilight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7exzPzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Pt7E4Bv5MyU/s1600-h/twilight1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7exzPzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Pt7E4Bv5MyU/s320/twilight1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998227733987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight.... is just so magical. This is the one movie that I can watch over and over again without getting bored. There's a certain kinda feeling that I experience everytime I watch this movie, a lingering sense of magic, mystery and romance.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the casting. I have to admit that Robert Pattinson is just so stunning in here... He's like THE DREAM GUY that I have always wanted. A fragment of my imagination coming into a motion picture. Edward Cullen changes the definition of Vampires.. He's simply HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Steward is a real beauty. Her simplicity and beauty gives a magical feel to the movie. I have to say, the casting of Edward and Bella is just so perfect. They are so made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup8CMni8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/f6wu3KQFFP8/s1600-h/twilight-movie-image-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup8CMni8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/f6wu3KQFFP8/s320/twilight-movie-image-61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998237241707458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup8PQGyMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5bjsezoVy6U/s1600-h/twilight-movie-image-2-115x115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup8PQGyMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5bjsezoVy6U/s320/twilight-movie-image-2-115x115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998240745998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7xXYjGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HnDuG7fX7Wk/s1600-h/twilight-movie-8-115x115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7xXYjGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HnDuG7fX7Wk/s320/twilight-movie-8-115x115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998232723459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stehepanie Meyers defines the meaning of romance when she wrote the Twilight Saga. Though it started out as a teenage vampire romance fiction, the plot of the story is very well arranged. In addition with the Directors ideas,  the movie compliments the novel, giving it a breath of life, enabling readers of the saga to have vivid images and feel the emotions of the story, hence allowing them to experience the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is love..... its about unprejudice sacrifices. The kind of love story that only exist in a novel. But its not wrong to dream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I like this movie is because it was how I imagine being in love. Full  of sincerity, care, trust and worthwhile sacrifices. Its the kind of love affair that's very valuable for whoever that goes through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to say about the movie that I just can't put it into words. The feeling I have is enough to tell me that its my favorite movie and I look forward to watch the following productions, the New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7aWATdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dQ9lIwC7RJc/s1600-h/twilight-movie-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7aWATdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dQ9lIwC7RJc/s320/twilight-movie-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276998226543660498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-1051017081132092541?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/1051017081132092541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=1051017081132092541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/1051017081132092541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/1051017081132092541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/12/sooo-into-twilight.html' title='Sooo Into Twilight...'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/STup7exzPzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Pt7E4Bv5MyU/s72-c/twilight1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-5741852233157244929</id><published>2008-12-03T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:45:57.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sharing a thought.</title><content type='html'>Just thought of sharing a thought here.....&lt;br /&gt;SPM invigilations are finally over, so now I can really enjoy my break. However, I have taken a job to teach English to the budding inspectors in Pulapor. It's been quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have to confess how much I really enjoy teaching them. They really offer good company, good students and participative as well.&lt;br /&gt;In Pulapor, Im teaching class G18 which consist of 30 budding inspectors. They are all graduates and working professionals before entering the training. As for English mastery, they are all mixed abilities, therefore the lessons conducted need to be suitable for all of them. However it is quite a challenge to come out with a lesson that is fair for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;From what I have observed, they enjoy sharing their ideas alot. Im sure everyone has something to say in the class, so I presume problem solving activities would be suitable for them. I love to listen to what they have to say and their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few students in the class who need help. I will try my best to cater to them without neglecting others.&lt;br /&gt;What I get out of the whole experience? I suppose its satisfaction. At least I've challenged my self enough to know I am able to cater to students from all age group, and hoping they had gained something during this time that I tutor them. I like to make a difference in people's life, so why not make a difference in the life of all these young Police Inspectors?  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-5741852233157244929?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/5741852233157244929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=5741852233157244929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5741852233157244929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5741852233157244929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-sharing-thought.html' title='Just Sharing a thought.'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-3087303122935214122</id><published>2008-10-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:23:04.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQiNSSB-0QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MG03jn9csB4/s1600-h/Hidden+Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQiNSSB-0QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MG03jn9csB4/s320/Hidden+Roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262611509799735554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi... This is my latest artwork which I have just completed yesterday. I called  it the hidden roses. It display a new set of colours and some new techniques that I decided to try out. I really like the outcome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-3087303122935214122?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/3087303122935214122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=3087303122935214122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3087303122935214122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3087303122935214122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/hidden-roses.html' title='The Hidden Roses'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQiNSSB-0QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MG03jn9csB4/s72-c/Hidden+Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-4474317046262920666</id><published>2008-10-29T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:11:08.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefects and Librarians Hi-Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX2AiZ82I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iec3MGAUF54/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX2AiZ82I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iec3MGAUF54/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262552749951284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Saturday, 25th October 2008 was the Hi-tea for the prefects and librarian of SMK Seri Mutiara at Royale Bintang Hotel, Bukit Bintang. The event was conducted to celebrate and give appreciation to the senior prefects and librarians of the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a simple event where the Principal, Pn Hajah Halimah Haron gave a short speech and presented the seniors with a token of appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We treated ourselves to a wide buffet spread ranging from local Malay delicacies, to traditional Chinese and Western choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was good to learn that the students had enjoyed themselves to the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;l-r: Kit Yin, Mdm Teh, Weishan and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhcwpRy_II/AAAAAAAAAGg/LrCQJerLVt8/s1600-h/DSCN1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhcwpRy_II/AAAAAAAAAGg/LrCQJerLVt8/s320/DSCN1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262558155366399106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Weishan and Kit Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhVxtTl02I/AAAAAAAAAF4/L6LkLkibyNQ/s1600-h/DSCN1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhVxtTl02I/AAAAAAAAAF4/L6LkLkibyNQ/s320/DSCN1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262550477046141794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;l-r: Mr Chee, Pn Hjh Halimah (principal) and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhcwaQ2CWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1jMGF8bdIf8/s1600-h/DSCN1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhcwaQ2CWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1jMGF8bdIf8/s320/DSCN1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262558151335872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;San Ming and Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX17r3klI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W178_KHbd9M/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX17r3klI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W178_KHbd9M/s320/DSCN1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262552748648796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhIT0Gj06I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dH0ARp0L4rU/s1600-h/DSCN1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;clockwise: Darshini, Matthew, Hafizi, Arvind, Daniel and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhLF3qaGsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7HWYNhfz4Qc/s1600-h/DSCN1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhLF3qaGsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7HWYNhfz4Qc/s320/DSCN1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262538728795675330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Solomon and Manpreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX1rkqn5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JipT-k3ivIE/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX1rkqn5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/JipT-k3ivIE/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262552744323620754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Matthew, Darshini, me and Hafizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhEOUIbFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5LGS9UeH_B0/s1600-h/DSCN1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhEOUIbFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5LGS9UeH_B0/s320/DSCN1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531177295320450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Clockwise: Matthew, Sasi, me, Hafizi, Wilfred Raj, Evelyn, Angeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-4474317046262920666?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/4474317046262920666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=4474317046262920666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4474317046262920666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/4474317046262920666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/prefects-and-librarians-hi-tea.html' title='Prefects and Librarians Hi-Tea'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQhX2AiZ82I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iec3MGAUF54/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-3151981836760608098</id><published>2008-10-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:26:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Friday (24 Oct 08) I had invited my students over for an Open house in conjunction with the Aidilfitri. It was just a simple event, to spend time with my students. It wasn't that grand and i prepared the food in moderation. The menu of the day was nasi impit, kuah kacang (peanut gravy), chicken rendang, fried chicken and cocktail jelly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was quite a busy day for me because I had to do everything on my own, the cleaning, the cooking, the arranging and all... but I tell you this. It was all damn worth it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The first students who arrived was Daniel Mak and Weng Jo. They were really sweet because they had helped me to put things in order. Not long after that, Bryant arrived with the ice... I was a bit preoccupied as I was cooking the peanut gravy and did last minute arrangement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMiGYKHKqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jr5azKRD6Yw/s1600-h/DSCN1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMiGYKHKqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jr5azKRD6Yw/s320/DSCN1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261086282658294434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(the guests)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 students turned up for the open house.They were a merry bunch. Im glad to know they enjoyed themselves with the food. There were quite an activity that day... one group was busy reading and debating about some issues that they have read from the 'Mastika' magazine, a few was surfing the net and showing each other some cool stuff, others were just exchanging and bluetoothing songs and stuff with each other, some just busy enjoying the food.....while a few more busy playing cards....it was nice to see them enjoying themselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMr3hfaF3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c02lPBrWUPM/s1600-h/DSCN1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMr3hfaF3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c02lPBrWUPM/s320/DSCN1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261097022581774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                                                         (internet session)                                               &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMqUTOOyLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n1WGhEUOWFo/s1600-h/DSCN1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMqUTOOyLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n1WGhEUOWFo/s320/DSCN1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261095317944584370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     (handphone session)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMpHP45z9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v-AZ3tvgrdg/s1600-h/DSCN1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMpHP45z9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v-AZ3tvgrdg/s320/DSCN1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261093994199896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                        (Hmm.. wonder what he's up to)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMmPdQJl_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qYwXxuk5810/s1600-h/DSCN1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMmPdQJl_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qYwXxuk5810/s320/DSCN1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261090836691130354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                              (you've no idea what's happening behind us)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMnuBioK1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4f4cObdnoD4/s1600-h/DSCN1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMnuBioK1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4f4cObdnoD4/s320/DSCN1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261092461340011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                          (No worries... they aren't gambling) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when I was out of 'ketupat'. They were so patient waiting for the ketupat and rice to cook... oh! Only God knows how happy I was to see all the food finished and the students enjoying themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was really nice having students in the house. I don't mind spending time preparing food for these hungry students....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMk8lIuXWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DMjiokykgbQ/s1600-h/DSCN1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMk8lIuXWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DMjiokykgbQ/s320/DSCN1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261089412878327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-3151981836760608098?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/3151981836760608098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=3151981836760608098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3151981836760608098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/3151981836760608098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-open-house.html' title='My Open House'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SQMiGYKHKqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jr5azKRD6Yw/s72-c/DSCN1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-3010490715930742860</id><published>2008-10-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:01:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Lost In You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPlQ4sOhZZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z9U1ItBO_hY/s1600-h/000l000BQE7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPlQ4sOhZZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z9U1ItBO_hY/s320/000l000BQE7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258322974806730130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;This song is my personal favorite and I always have a certain kinda feeling whenever I listen to this song. It reminds me of the man I love, and how deeply in love I used to be and am still with him. Each relationship has its story, and so does mine.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, I'm reminded of how much we used to love and talk about it and how deep I use to feel for him, so lost in him.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only man that I have ever loved with every cell of my body, with my whole heart and soul. I was most happy just being next to him. So contented and in love, especially when the feeling was reciprocated. Once I prayed so hard that I could be with him, to have him in my life. He was indeed the centre of my life for a real long time. Being with him was like an answer of a prayer. But It was short lived.&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to this song, I recalled the words of love that he had said to me, the way he looked and cared for me, the way he used to love me, it hurts but it all played so vividly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing last forever. Not even the good things. It's all over now between him and I. All that was left are the memories that we have shared together, bittersweet memories. We have both moved on with our lives now. He's with his new lover now, and as for me, still searching and waiting for the man who can turn my world around the way 'He' had turned mine. The man who would come into my mind whenever this song is played......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I go out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Cos this love's got me blind&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;I can't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;You got under skin&lt;br /&gt;I got no strength at all&lt;br /&gt;In the state that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my knees are weak&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Fell too far this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;Caught in you&lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(Too lost in you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;Well you whispered to me&lt;br /&gt;And I shiver inside&lt;br /&gt;You undo me and move me&lt;br /&gt;In ways undefined&lt;br /&gt;And you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;And you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;Help me baby (help me baby)&lt;br /&gt;Help me baby (help me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;Like the sand to the tide&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you get too near&lt;br /&gt;I might disappear&lt;br /&gt;I might lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;Caught in you&lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(Too lost in you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in crazy in love for you baby&lt;br /&gt;(I can't eat and I can't sleep)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down like a stone in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no one can mess with me&lt;br /&gt;(No one can mess with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;Caught in you&lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep (so deep), I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(Too lost in you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaQlfYbyxGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaQlfYbyxGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPlQ4sOhZZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z9U1ItBO_hY/s72-c/000l000BQE7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-5343360035114716877</id><published>2008-10-16T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:48:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies....My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are my babies. These are my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely. I needed some company. I missed the cats in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y previous apartment, Louie and Shiro. They are just so adorable. I missed laughing at Louie when he kneaded my comforter. I missed at how Shiro use to sleep on my work table while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I work in my room. Most of all I missed their company whenever I f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elt lonely and in need of some co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdAUg9f4DI/AAAAAAAAADI/SqiYXWm6Ajk/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdAUg9f4DI/AAAAAAAAADI/SqiYXWm6Ajk/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257741811167780914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;They were just so adorable. Offering their company to cheer me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;when I&lt;br /&gt;was down. They were the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ones that I missed mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;st when I moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Cheras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;After two weeks living al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;one here in Cheras, I f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;elt lonely again. My counselor had advised me to keep a pet since i had told her how attached I was to the two kitties.&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I went to SPCA  Ampang and adopted not only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;one, but two kittens. That was when Felix and Sebastian came into my life to brighten up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Felix and Sebastian had became the apples of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; eyes ever since. We seemed to get along so well, and the kittens were making the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;apartment their home already. From the               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdB7GCyBzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MQ1UpnhuoyM/s1600-h/DSCN1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdB7GCyBzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MQ1UpnhuoyM/s320/DSCN1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257743573468710706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;moment they step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;d into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; this place, they were very well mannered and tame. My heart melted every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; time I looked at them play and whenever they demanded for my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The two were inseparable, always t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ogether when they eat, play and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;However each has different characteristics.Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ian is a friendly cat. He isn't afraid of people. He has a restless spirit and always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;the more adventurous compared to Felix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Felix on the other hand is pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Louie on my comforter blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                               res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;erved. A loyal kitty as I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     like to tag him.Yet, he is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; most active &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdFas4vzWI/AAAAAAAAADY/KDAMJQ07ypM/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdFas4vzWI/AAAAAAAAADY/KDAMJQ07ypM/s320/Image114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257747415006432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                                     and playful one. He is also very homely&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On one unfortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; evening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Fridayevening, Sebastian w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ent missing. I have a strong hunch that he was catnapped. From th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at day on, I had not seen my darling Sebastian. He is greatly missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdO1-YA6LI/AAAAAAAAADg/MPAgCOSiGb0/s1600-h/DSCN1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdO1-YA6LI/AAAAAAAAADg/MPAgCOSiGb0/s320/DSCN1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257757779162097842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Louie and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Shiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felix hugging Shiro while sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Felix went crazy over the rambutans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdlV4Y7EZI/AAAAAAAAADo/bZ2vLKbvBx0/s1600-h/DSCN1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdlV4Y7EZI/AAAAAAAAADo/bZ2vLKbvBx0/s320/DSCN1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257782516566921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a few weeks Felix was alone without his brother, Sebastian. He was pretty lonely. It was so ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d till the extend that he we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nt crazy seeing the rambutan(the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;airy fruit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff43bPjTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/x8SpfwZQtsk/s1600-h/DSCN1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff43bPjTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/x8SpfwZQtsk/s320/DSCN1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257917258022227250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, a neighbour of mine ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ve some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rambutans that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had brought from her home town. As soon as i put the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fruits on the table, Fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ix went straight to attacked it. As a result, I had to put the fruit on the floor and Felix went crazy, rubbing himself to the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going solo for almost one month, Ive decided to get a new playmate for Felix. One fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e day as I was out for lunch with friends at a food court, a cat was meowing asking for f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ood. He was pretty cute. He has c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ffee colour fur and green eyes. A m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ix between the alleycat and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;iamese. I seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to feel attached to it. Hence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I decided to take him h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ome and keep him. It wasn't easy to catch him tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ugh he's quite tame. I call him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Coffee d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ue to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; colour (Feefee for short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPfdTGSeZvI/AAAAAAAAADw/tSOohCLSxHY/s1600-h/22092008059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPfdTGSeZvI/AAAAAAAAADw/tSOohCLSxHY/s320/22092008059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257914410153699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I took Feefee home, feed h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;im up and gave him a goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; bath. Felix was curious about the new cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in the house. He sniffed and sni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ffed Feefee for quite some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. At first Felix was pretty uncomfortable with the new cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ever the two seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ed to get along well with each other after a m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;th and now they are pretty inseparable. They eat together, sleep to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gether, lclean each other, play together and expl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ore new floors at the apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ment block together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                   A few week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s ago, Feefee went missing&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Coffee                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One night. I loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ked al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                  but couldn't find hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff4hhH0pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mvyC00H6G3Y/s1600-h/22092008062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff4hhH0pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mvyC00H6G3Y/s320/22092008062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257917252141306514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m. Fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lix was again alone in the house w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ithout his playma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;te. He looked very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bored and slept most of the time and grew fat. I guess he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; feeling pretty lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;without his pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aymate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank God, last Wednesday Feefee came back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after missing for the whole 3 weeks. He grew very thin. Whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Feefee entered the house and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meowed, I swear Felix was so exci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ted and h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e actually went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feefee n sni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; him up. Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;long afterwards, Felix was running all around and&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                   happy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t was w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hen I realised&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feefee and Felix chilling together                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that Felix is very a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ttached to Feefee     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  and missed him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff5G6W3-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5mYA8L8To0A/s1600-h/22092008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPff5G6W3-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5mYA8L8To0A/s320/22092008068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257917262179262434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As for me, Im pretty glad that my babies are all safe now, except for Sebastian. God knows where he is, whether he's happy, g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rowing fat and healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I miss that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My two kitties are very precious to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-5343360035114716877?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/5343360035114716877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=5343360035114716877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5343360035114716877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/5343360035114716877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-babiesmy-heart.html' title='My Babies....My Heart'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPdAUg9f4DI/AAAAAAAAADI/SqiYXWm6Ajk/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-115939835115886005</id><published>2008-10-13T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:11:34.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Passion</title><content type='html'>I have recently tried a hand in Modern Batik paintings. Something which I have picked up over a year ago.  Lemme show you all some of my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQBo1laAnI/AAAAAAAAABA/S3dmtmoYKtY/s1600-h/Discovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQBo1laAnI/AAAAAAAAABA/S3dmtmoYKtY/s320/Discovery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256828466138579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first piece in the hand of creative art. I call this piece 'The Discovery"because it's through this i have discovered I have a flair in abstract designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQJLl8hGQI/AAAAAAAAABo/HJ-UvmfWUfo/s1600-h/Channeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQJLl8hGQI/AAAAAAAAABo/HJ-UvmfWUfo/s320/Channeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256836759817361666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I name this piece 'Channeling' because I drew this by channeling my thoughs and feelings through my hand and onto the sketch pad. It didn't take long for me to complete this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQKynk7r8I/AAAAAAAAABw/s6Zf3CSrjvQ/s1600-h/The+marijuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQKynk7r8I/AAAAAAAAABw/s6Zf3CSrjvQ/s320/The+marijuana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256838529781837762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piece is called 'Marijuana' because when i drew this, i was watching a documentary on weed.....Im glad this piece turn out well.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQNDxdaQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nts__J_3nz4/s1600-h/Tribal+touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQNDxdaQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nts__J_3nz4/s320/Tribal+touch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841023515673506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this piece 'Tribal Touch'. I was inspired by the designs of the Borneo Batik and decided to give it a try. Modern mix traditional... I like the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQR0f2UmvI/AAAAAAAAACA/mqcTj4OcPak/s1600-h/Psychidallic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQR0f2UmvI/AAAAAAAAACA/mqcTj4OcPak/s320/Psychidallic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256846258648423154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Psychidallic' reflects the person I am, vibrant, colourful, yet too complicated to understand....Thispainting is my first attempt with colours. Im very proud of this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQTBlVmJTI/AAAAAAAAACI/bUDPScLv63c/s1600-h/The+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQTBlVmJTI/AAAAAAAAACI/bUDPScLv63c/s320/The+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256847582971700530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next is the 'Leaves' . Im not sure why i called it so but i just love the combination of colours in this piece. It is also one of my personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQUoE0tJFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wvJ7vlQ7vsM/s1600-h/Vibrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQUoE0tJFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wvJ7vlQ7vsM/s320/Vibrant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256849343770338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Vibrant' is my first batik masterpiece on cloth. It was more of an experiment and i like the product. I am making this piece as my wall decorations. Love it too much to sell it.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQltGrYEiI/AAAAAAAAACY/hznYeBFITPA/s1600-h/Blue+hues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQltGrYEiI/AAAAAAAAACY/hznYeBFITPA/s320/Blue+hues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256868121865097762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Blue Hues' is a small piece of artwork. I really enjoy doing this piece coz it was easy and i like the colour combination too.. its very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQnol8saFI/AAAAAAAAACg/FHH5yK9QKTg/s1600-h/rave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQnol8saFI/AAAAAAAAACg/FHH5yK9QKTg/s320/rave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256870243383142482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piece is called 'Rave' due to its loud colours. However, i just wanted to try on something loud.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are some of my art pieces... Feel free to comment if you want. Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-115939835115886005?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/115939835115886005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=115939835115886005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/115939835115886005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/115939835115886005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-passion.html' title='My Passion'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPQBo1laAnI/AAAAAAAAABA/S3dmtmoYKtY/s72-c/Discovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328367138972373454.post-7587101186550807702</id><published>2008-10-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:06:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPP3DdV1zqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4VZgS2t5Nc/s1600-h/Image%28486%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPP3DdV1zqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4VZgS2t5Nc/s320/Image%28486%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256816828859403938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hello there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Welcome to my world. Nina's world. In here you will be experiencing parts n parcels of being me and witnessing stuff that I care to share with. I love sharing and i like people being a part of my life. Feel free to leave a comment every now and then. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328367138972373454-7587101186550807702?l=sweetchav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/feeds/7587101186550807702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=328367138972373454&amp;postID=7587101186550807702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7587101186550807702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328367138972373454/posts/default/7587101186550807702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchav.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='This is me....'/><author><name>Sweetchav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14943417591903613225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPU_5e0QhHU/TtydCyd8vpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yZDpOhykyXs/s220/DSCN2300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTKsjHRy7mY/SPP3DdV1zqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4VZgS2t5Nc/s72-c/Image%28486%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
